RNP Chapter 93 Why Study the History of Magic?
Chapter 93 Why Study the History of Magic?
Chapter 93 Why Study the History of Magic?
You should know that most wizards are actually very simple people. As long as they and their families are happy and content, that's enough. Even if they live a simple life, they don't care. In the eyes of wizards, Muggles are really no different from ants!
Leaving aside adult wizards, even first-year students at various magic schools, after half a semester of classes, who have casually mastered a spell, are already above Muggles.
Irving particularly admired the Weasleys for this.
Under the tutelage of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, their children were all very upright, and even though Ron had some minor eccentricities before, he never did anything heinous.
Don't take it for granted; this is a rare quality.
However, the Weasleys, despite their poverty, never considered plundering wealth from Muggles. Instead, they wholeheartedly strived to improve their lives through their own efforts. For this alone, they are comparable to gods. After all, even gods need the faith of ordinary people!
Are wizards completely isolated from Muggles?
Of course not!
If it were completely isolated, the pounds that Gringotts collects every year wouldn't just be burned, would they? They would return to Muggle society through another channel and become everything the wizards need.
This channel is entirely in the hands of the goblins of Gringotts.
Irving stood on the podium and addressed the students from all grades who were seated below: "Does controlling the economy mean controlling the lifeline of society? Does anyone want to answer this question? Yes, Miss Kachina."
A sixth-grade witch stood up and said in a crisp voice, "I don't think we can control it. Although our Galleons are all stored in Gringotts' underground vault, that is still our wealth, and the goblins have no right to seize it."
Irving laughed: "Have you ever thought about the consequences if Gringotts suddenly announced that someone had broken in and destroyed the entrance to the underground vault, and that it would take thirty days to reopen that entrance?"
Now, no one spoke.
To put it bluntly, regardless of their age, they are still students and naturally do not know what the consequences would be.
"According to statistics, the daily spending power of wizards in the UK is 27,000 Galleons. And this is only enough to guarantee the minimum standard of living for wizards. Do you know how many Galleons Gringotts produce? 11,000 every day."
At this point, Owen's expression turned serious: "When the goblins decide to wage war against the wizards again, the underground vaults will definitely run into trouble. If they then stop making new Galleons, let alone thirty days, even ten days will be enough to starve countless wizarding families to death, because their cash simply cannot keep up with the soaring prices. Just like at Hogwarts, once this happens, three days later, no matter how skilled the house-elves are, they will be unable to make any food because they have no ingredients."
Looking at the tense faces below, Owen chuckled again, "This is the purpose of studying the history of magic. It doesn't record stories that are far removed from us, but rather reminds us how to prevent the same tragedies from happening again, and how we should face them if they do."
At that moment, someone else raised their hand—it was Hermione, the thoughtful and excellent student.
"Miss Granger, please."
"Mr. Owen, I'd like to know, if we encounter the situation you've hypothesized, how should we respond? There's no record of such a thing in the history of magic."
The students laughed, and Owen laughed along. After gesturing for them to sit down, he began, "It's not that it hasn't happened before, but in a different way. Remember what I said? A goblin rebellion! When this happens, there's no doubt that the goblins have rebelled again. There's no need to wait or be confused. Pick up your wands, gather your forces effectively, and launch a direct attack on Gringotts. Prioritize controlling the rebellious goblins, then contact your forces to access the underground vaults. As long as you have enough manpower, you can restore normal order that same day."
Without any prompting, the students quickly jotted these words down in their notebooks. Although such questions wouldn't appear in the exam, they were still important, not in the exam room, but in life.
"Alright, that's about time. get out of class dismissed. Also, I should mention again that in Professor Binns' class, everyone—when you're sleeping, please don't snore."
The students burst into laughter again.
Irving didn't want this to happen, but he had no choice. He had attended that ghost professor's class before, and even with his strong willpower, he had managed to sleep through half the class, let alone others.
But then again, if it weren't for Professor Binns' teaching methods, his History of Magic Notebooks wouldn't have sold so well. So, we should always remember to repay kindness!
It was Sunday, and he had just come out of the greenhouse when the students pulled him into the secret room. First, they answered all sorts of questions. I forget who it was, but someone mentioned that the course on the history of magic was useless, which led to Owen spending the rest of the class.
When Owen emerged from the secret room, preparing to go to the library, he was stopped by the old devil, and the two then arrived at the edge of the Black Lake.
"Kid, what's your dream?"
"Just loafing around and waiting to die."
The old demon king was stunned at first, then the blue flames transformed into a lion and pounced on Owen. But just as it was about to pounce on Owen, the lion suddenly turned into a kitten, landed on the ground wagging its tail, circled Owen once, and then disappeared.
The old wizard had to admit that the young wizard had surpassed him in the use and control of Fiendfire. Even though Dumbledore had returned the Elder Wand to him, Owen also had a Great Wand. Ultimately, it came down to talent; his talent was no match for the young wizard's.
But magic can't compare; at least we still have hands and feet, right?
"Just loafing around and waiting to die?" The old demon king rushed up to Owen and grabbed his robe. "Then what use are all your skills?"
Irving chuckled and replied, "My way of living a life of leisure is different from others. I'll only start living a life of leisure when no one in this world can threaten my personal safety anymore. So for now, I still need to keep learning."
The old demon king was taken aback again, then released his grip and snorted heavily: "Don't try to play tricks on me anymore. What I can give you, I will definitely give you, but you are still too young now, it's not the right time yet."
Irving grinned like a little fox: "You're not like Dumbledore, only judging things by age, are you?"
The old devil chuckled: "When Dumbledore brought you to see me back then, wasn't this all planned out already? Just for that little bit of stuff I have?"
Owen laughed heartily, looking at the old devil and saying, "Old man, you're overthinking things. You should keep the wealth you have for yourself. Besides, what Dumbledore wants isn't wealth, but you—he wants you to end his life."
The old devil suddenly fell silent. After a long while, he tossed Owen a piece of parchment: "Tell Dumbledore that if that day ever comes, I will kill him with my own hands."
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