The British Empire was the largest country in human history to date.
At its peak, the British Empire's territory spread across seven continents and four oceans, including Antarctica. There was always a place where the sun shone on the territory of the British Empire. Because of this, many people preferred to call the British Empire in this period "
The Empire on which the Sun Never Sets”.
And long before the British non-magical government reached its peak, the glory of the British magical community reached all over the world.
Whether it is the United States, Germany, Russia, Japan, India, Australia...
Perhaps there is still a little bit of their own magical heritage left in these places, but the cornerstone of their magical world is now, without exception, based on the "Anglo-Saxon" language magic originating from runes - whether it is magic spells
, potions, alchemy, magical beasts... at least 70% of the content and teaching materials taught at Hogwarts will simultaneously appear in the classrooms of ten other "certified" magic schools around the world.
Unfortunately, the rate of output of "new knowledge" in the British wizarding community is obviously much lower than the learning speed of the wizarding communities in other countries.
As time goes by, just like the demise of the "British Empire", the glory of the British magical world gradually dims.
When Cornelius Fudge was still serving as Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, these worries were nothing more than the content of their chats after work and life, but from the moment he became the British Minister of Magic, these worries
The glory of the past became an obsession weighing on his heart.
If we say that Millicent Bagnor, who took office hastily at the height of the Second Wizarding War, had the goal of defeating the dark forces.
In the eyes of many British wizards, in this peaceful era, the Minister of Magic has only one mission:
"Restore the British wizarding community to its former glory."
However, judging from the current situation, Cornelius Fudge's "luck" seems to have arrived again.
The academic innovation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has begun to yield results.
"Three steps of Mag's transformation", "Poison assembly line production", "Magic Era", "Ghost dishes"...
In the foreseeable future, subversive new magical concepts and techniques will continue to emerge like a spurt. Hogwarts will soon become the holy place of magical academia with an unstoppable trend. The Ministry of Magic of various countries has even begun to
We have established offices around the school in advance.
On the other side, the Society of Magical Beasts, led by Newt Scamander, and the new "Classification of Magical Species" also began to speak out.
Even if Cornelius Fudge didn't understand the mystery, he knew the importance of laying the foundation for a discipline.
The glorious glory of the British wizarding world will soon bloom again in the wizarding world.
However, the only flaw is that, in Cornelius Fudge's view, if the modifier "under the guidance of the Minister of Magic" can be added after this line, perhaps it will be the most wonderful thing - Huo
The academic leader of Gwarts is Dumbledore, and the founder of the New Era of Magical Beasts is Newt Scamander. The Ministry of Magic and him are just lucky people who happen to live in the same era as the superstars.
But tonight, Cornelius Fudge suddenly grasped the slightest opportunity that allowed him to stand on the top of the wave.
Dumbledore is not an omniscient and omnipotent god. In his panic, he made a very ridiculous mistake. This mistake was so low-level that Cornelius Fudge could be seriously weakened by just sending a letter or waiting quietly for dawn.
The old wizard's reputation and authority.
Even without the "Senior Investigator" at Hogwarts taking the initiative to attack, Dumbledore's "old age" would be equated with "confused".
In this way, Cornelius Fudge and his Ministry of Magic can naturally get rid of the invisible pressure from Dumbledore.
Just like when he ran for Minister of Magic, he didn't have to do anything for the goddess of fate to come to him.
However, rather than sitting back and enjoying the results... Cornelius Fudge wanted more this time.
"Let's do a head count, Mr. Scrimgeour, and we're ready to go."
Connelly nodded towards the director of the Auror Office, tried to suppress the excitement in his heart, and said calmly.
"If I remember correctly, the Auror Command has just expanded its recruitment, and now it is an excellent opportunity for practical combat - our number is three times that of the French Aurors, and our experience in arresting werewolves is also the world's leading. The werewolf problem will be
We have the end in our hands."
"But Mr. Minister, they did not break the law, and they are still in the Armenian magic world..."
"Unsupervised werewolves are harmful to the magical society - maybe they usually have good disguises, but tonight, they are all bloodthirsty, savage, dark creatures without any humanity at all. This is European magic
As for the joint actions of the world, as for how many innocent people they have harmed, the International Federation of Wizards and the Wizarding Court will figure it out one by one later, do you understand?"
"But……"
Scrimgeour frowned heavily and stopped talking.
From his heart, he did not agree with Umbridge's werewolf policy from the beginning.
While the two were talking, another green fire lit up in the fireplace not far away.
"So what happened? Mr. Minister? Mr. Scrimgeour?"
A gray-haired middle-aged witch wearing a monocle walked quickly out of the fireplace. She was even wearing pajamas under her cloak.
Unlike the other two men, Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was directly "exploded" by the yelling letter in her sleep. She didn't even bother to change her clothes and tore it off.
The cloak was put on and sent to the Ministry of Magic through the home's fireplace.
Amelia Bones' eyes wandered over the Aurors in the hall, her brows furrowed heavily.
"What did Dumbledore say in the letter, Armenia, werewolves..."
"Oh, these are actually-" Scrimgeour was about to explain what he and Fudge had just talked about.
"Yes, it seems I don't need to explain too much."
At this moment, Cornelius Fudge suddenly interrupted the Director of the Auror Office.
"Since the British Ministry of Magic implemented the 'Special Werewolf Supervision Act', although the hidden dangers of werewolves in the UK have been greatly reduced, the overall situation in the European magical community has not improved. Therefore, we decided to take the lead from the British Ministry of Magic and unite the European magical community to conduct a secret
A large-scale werewolf encirclement and suppression operation, now Aurors from the Ministry of Magic of various countries are in place, and most of the werewolves in Europe are also trapped in the Armenian forest..."
"Wait, wait - why don't I know any of these things?"
Amelia Bones was stunned for half a second, her lips pursed tightly, and the light reflected on the monocle.
"This is the result of a secret meeting of ministers of magic from many countries. In order for the plan to proceed smoothly, we have kept it secret on a small scale."
Cornelius Fudge said calmly. He felt that his palms were beginning to sweat, but his voice and intonation became more and more smooth.
"Gentlemen from the International Federation of Wizards should be setting off now. If you have any questions, I can slowly explain to you on the way to Armenia. The European wizarding community has finally weaved such a large web, and it must not be because of us.
The success fell short due to his absence.”
"However, Dumbledore also said in his letter to be wary of the Dark Devil——"
Ms. Bones glanced at Fudge and tried to sort out the chaotic logical lines in her mind.
"Well, this is indeed something we didn't consider. But don't worry, Mr. Scrimgeour just said that he will be on duty at the Ministry of Magic with several Aurors tonight, right, Mr. Scrimgeour?" Connell?
Leigh Fudge turned his head and looked at the gloomy middle-aged wizard next to him.
"I can understand that this is a ministerial order? Mr. Fudge?"
Rufus Scrimgeour's lips trembled several times, and he stared at Connelly like a lion.
"That's right. The situation is special. What if a dark wizard comes to cause trouble?"
Connelly avoided Scrimgeour's gaze, waved his hands and spoke vaguely.
"By the way, I will ask Kingsley to stay and help us. Let's see which Auror is more suitable besides Kingsley -"
"If there is only one candidate, I suggest that Nymphadora stay." Kingsley suddenly said.
"Miss Tonks's talent in combat is very poor. Chasing werewolves in the forest is not her strong point. However, she is more familiar with the environment on each floor of the Ministry of Magic. If there is a dark wizard who plans to take advantage of this time to sneak into the Ministry of Magic,
She should be able to help to some extent."
"Nymphadora Tonks? Oh, our new social butterfly this year?"
Rufus Scrimgeour glanced at the young witch whose hair turned from pink to red to brown not far away.
Perhaps as Xenophilius said, the reflection monster has corrupted the hearts of many people.
As the director of the Auror Command, Scrimgeour sadly discovered that the magic he was so proud of had no place in front of such invisible and intangible "magical animals". The only thing he could do was
, just try hard to keep your own bottom line.
Rufus Scrimgeour sighed softly, vaguely complaining about the old wizard for not understanding the situation.