RNP Chapter 155 Weakness
Chapter 155 Weakness
Chapter 155 Weakness
A little witch with blond hair, light eyebrows and deep-set eyes stumbled out from behind the room and blocked Xenophilius Lovegood's path.
She repeated herself: "You can't bring my dad!"
The Aurors naturally had no intention of attacking a young girl, so they stopped what they were doing and decided to see what the senior vice minister in charge had to say.
A young wizard nearing school age—this must not be hurt, otherwise Dumbledore would certainly not let it go. Umbridge thought about it and decided against a direct attack; if the little girl got hurt in the chaos, everyone would be in deep trouble.
Suddenly, an idea struck her: "Mr. Xenophilius, you have children, you have vulnerabilities. We shouldn't make things so ugly, lest we frighten the children, right?"
You have children!
You have a weakness!
Don't scare the children!
The unspoken meaning conveyed by the three progressively related sentences was like an indescribable hammer, relentlessly striking Xenophiulius's reason.
"You, you, what do you want me to do?" He didn't dare gamble on whether Umbridge would actually dare to do it, and his tone already revealed his submission.
"You should know that it's better for everyone if you just come with us and behave yourself," Umbridge said, trying to sound young.
Xenophilius helplessly placed one hand on his daughter's shoulder and gently stroked her blonde hair with the other. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but due to physiological and emotional factors, he could not utter a word.
"Mr. Xenophilius, time is very precious to us."
Umbridge was smug, but she didn't notice the different expressions on the faces of the Aurors in front of and behind her, all of which revealed their disdain for such remarks and their contempt for her.
"Aren't you going to make a decision yet?" Umbridge raised her voice, startling Xenophius.
"hurry up!"
Little Luna looked extremely angry, glaring at the imperious, middle-aged, fat witch in front of her.
But this expression made Umbridge feel the powerlessness of an ant under authority, which made her even more delighted. She stared at Xenophius with a meaningful look and began to count down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven—"
"Three, two—"
Just as she was about to finish counting down, Xenophirus finally couldn't hold back any longer: "I'll go with you! I'll go with you! But you have to guarantee Luna's safety."
"A wise choice."
Seeing that Xenophilius Lovegood had given up, Umbridge led his men to escort him to Azkaban.
Her joy was palpable, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her face. Although the entire process was illogical—no trial, no court hearing, not even a conviction—she was thrown into prison directly. But this was the minister's authority! This was the taste of power!
Luna Lovegood felt helpless for a moment, but quickly regained her senses. Remembering something, she jogged back to her bedroom and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet she had seen before.
This Daily Prophet reported that Voldemort had been captured by Hogwarts, and the entire article was full of praise for Hogwarts' powerful "teaching staff".
"I've heard that once a gifted little wizard is born, his name is recorded in the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance—" Luna Lovegood recalled some stories her father had told her in his normal state.
"So—I should also be a prospective student at Hogwarts?"
Hogsmeade Village.
A small villa next to the Screaming Shack, or rather, a tiny castle.
The entire villa is crooked and twisted, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom. The upper part has a Gothic castle structure, while the lower part has a steampunk style. You can vaguely see things like tracked tires at the bottom of the castle.
Chimneys extend from the castle walls, constantly spewing white steam. As these chimneys cross the break in the wall, the style changes, transforming into a Gothic black graffiti symbol.
The reception hall on the first floor.
"This little castle—it truly amazes me," Nava exclaimed sincerely.
Whether it's the plants growing rapidly in the castle's backyard.
It's still the automatic cooking equipment in the castle kitchen.
Or perhaps the lighting that changes with the mood of the castle's inhabitants and the external environment; the readily available water; the ever-changing paths leading to different places. "To be honest, when Mr. Arvin showed me the Hog's Head, some stereotypes about the wizarding world popped into my head. For example, dark, damp caves, and witches simmering away potions—stereotypes like that. But after seeing your castle, I realized that what I saw was just the surface, and what lies within far exceeded my imagination."
Nava's words were not only her own feelings, but also Julia's opinion.
Julia was equally puzzled as to why the Magical Congress, which maintained contact with wizards around the world, was so out of touch.
It's like closing the country off from the world!
Because a copy of "Castle Building Manual" was thoughtfully placed in the castle hall when they checked in, she experienced it firsthand and discovered that such advanced magic, such ingenious combinations, and such exquisite techniques could actually be used by ordinary adult wizards.
Perhaps it cannot construct such a perfect and complete model of internal and external circulation and material utilization, but it is still many times more advanced than the various ways of building houses that circulate in the jurisdiction of the Magic Congress!
"Some people in Parliament think that the magical world in Britain is no different from theirs—but after coming here, I realized that we have become frogs in a well—." Julia was not in a good mood because she was too far behind and the shock was too great.
"Actually, these are all common techniques, just combined in different ways, and they are just techniques, not very effective."
Ryan's words were heartfelt. During his magical growth period, when his own magical power doubled, the closer he got to the level that Dumbledore and the others were at, the more he felt that skills were utterly useless.
Moreover, these techniques already exist in the existing magical world and are easy to combine; they only appear outdated because the magical world currently lacks a spirit of innovation.
Essentially, this is a knowledge structure that the magical world already possesses. It's just that Ryan has summarized and organized it, which is equivalent to painting a layer of paint on the eddy building of spellcasting in the magical world, which has been eroded beyond recognition over hundreds of years.
Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to accept this layer of paint.
Even in Hogsmeade, only a minority of people adopted Ryan's new renovation methods to renovate their houses.
The Hog's Head pub that Nava and Julia saw was indeed unrenovated. Once they actually went inside, they would discover that the British wizarding world was also so backward and dilapidated. The owner of the Hog's Head pub seemed to be the headmaster's brother, but their relationship was not harmonious. Ryan began to think about having a chat with this Aberforth.