As evening approached, the five members of the joint group returned to Knockturn Alley.
Unlike yesterday, when they were escorted by the Ministry of Magic throughout, this time they were disguised and came undercover.
They browsed the most prominent Borgin and Burkes and then went to the bulletin board where commissions were posted.
Starting at 1 Galleon, with a maximum of 500 Galleon.
Babajide casually picked up a manila envelope, thinking he was being inconspicuous.
A magical Contract is in place; once opened, it signifies agreement.
The envelope was turned over, but no information about the client was found.
He hung it back up, quite disappointed, then frowned and looked behind him.
A thin wizard walked past him, his pale right hand, visible beneath his wide robes, taking down a quest worth 1 Galleon.
He opened it, glanced at it, and left as quietly as he had come.
Babajide's brow furrowed even deeper.
The person seemed to have gotten used to it, or perhaps they had become numb to life.
There are actually many similar places on the resource-scarce Africa continent.
It's not just hungry Muggle who lose hope for the future.
Madam Chen continued walking forward without saying a word.
Wizards' living space is shrinking year by year, and Knockturn Alley is just a slightly prominent example.
Campbell and Anatoly wandered around, seemingly sharing similar feelings with her.
The International Confederation of Wizards's mission is to ensure the safety of the Wizarding World by encouraging each Wizarding World to conceal itself and sever ties with Muggle society.
Kurburski reached the end of the alley and walked toward Dumbledore, who was standing outside the bar without any disguise.
"Young man, is something on your mind?"
He first bowed his head and observed a moment of silence for nearly half a minute.
"Dumbledore, I think that no matter how well we hide, we will eventually face the day when the Muggle discover us."
"We can only try to postpone that day as much as possible." Dumbledore blue eyes looked at Madam Chen, who was slowly approaching.
"Believe me, Councilor Kurburski, the Wizarding World will only get better and better."
"Yes, things will definitely get better."
After Babajide arrived, they went together to Spinner's End.
In just one day, the streets and houses here have already begun to look somewhat dilapidated.
The numerous potholes in the road and the gaps in the walls were clearly signs that the magic had begun to fail.
"Why did they—" Madam Chen suddenly shut her mouth.
If the wizards living here had the ability to improve their living conditions, they wouldn't be living in a place comparable to Muggle slum.
Babajide sighed, "If you have any thoughts, you can save them for next year's conference."
The most important thing now is to decide whether or not we should get involved in tomorrow's court hearing.
Back in the Ministry of Magic's reception room, none of them offered any opinions.
The initial intention of concealing the matter was to eliminate its impact as quickly as possible; whether the International Confederation of Wizards intervenes or not seems to be no longer important.
Saturday's court hearing went very smoothly.
It was still on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, still in the Courtroom Ten.
From the ringleader Tash Hemond to the accomplices led by Slade Rowle, everyone cooperated.
Rita, sitting in the audience, maintained a cold expression throughout... She had already anticipated the outcome and had even prepared a special report exposing the dark side of the Ministry of Magic.
Unfortunately, it's not even possible to publish it, let alone write it down on paper.
It's already a good thing that Fudge didn't pursue her for "fabricating" a mysterious force of justice; now she can only report positive things about the Ministry of Magic.
The International Confederation of Wizards representatives sitting in the jury seats also wore indifferent expressions.
They reached a consensus last night not to interfere in the court proceedings.
With the cool, clear voice of presiding judge Amelia Bones Bones, the verdict was finally announced.
There is no death penalty in the Wizarding World, but Tash Hemond, who received the Dementor's Kiss, is as good as dead.
The soul was sucked away, and the body became a mere shell.
All 53 accomplices, led by Slade Rowle, were sentenced to life imprisonment.
They spent the rest of their lives in Azkaban, left with only the worst memories of their lives.
The infamous Sirius Black Black the Blasting Curse to blow up an entire street corner and killed Peter Pettigrew and 12 Muggle, yet he was only sentenced to life imprisonment.
In an effort to quickly quell the repercussions of the incident, all the prisoners involved in the imprisonment of Muggle were given heavy sentences.
It started smoothly and ended smoothly.
There was no appeal, no plea for leniency.
Vincent, who was in the Sahara Desert, closed the Daily Prophet, not surprised by the trial's outcome.
Fudge was indeed a power-hungry politician, but he still had the necessary skills.
The International Confederation of Wizards's intervention would do more harm than good, and the delegations would not allow the Wizarding World to become even more chaotic.
"Wayne, you little brat, aren't you angry?" Sam threw a bottle of water at him.
Vincent caught the bottle and unscrewed the cap. "Why would I be angry? Any magical government would choose to minimize the impact first."
Sam scoffed, "You know our director's temper; he'll come after us like a mad dog, sniffing out our scent."
If it were Scrimgeour, it would depend on how much determination Fudge would be willing to make.
Proper handling means making amends for mistakes; improper handling will only lead to greater turmoil.
By repeatedly deceiving the public, the Ministry of Magic will face increasingly dire backlash.
"Your minister certainly wouldn't dare to continue the investigation." Sam took a sip of water to moisten his throat.
"Even if they dared to investigate, they wouldn't dare to publish the results."
Vincent did not refute.
Compared to Randolph, president of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, and Ashiya Department Head of the Japanese Ministry of Magic, Fudge was undoubtedly a rather selfish person.
But this is the best option to maintain its own position and the stable status quo in the Wizarding World; dragging it out any longer will only lead to public criticism of the Ministry of Magic's incompetence.
It would be satisfying to deal with those scumbags privately, but a chaotic society is unfriendly to everyone.
After a day of classes, we returned to the castle.
The students in the Club Room were discussing the court hearing that had taken place during the day.
It was very gratifying; everyone was praising the Ministry of Magic's efficiency.
From the exposure of the matter to the trial, the entire process took only 11 days.
It certainly can't compare to the Death Eaters of yesteryear, but this is already the fastest speed in peacetime.
After a sumptuous Spain meal, Vincent returned to his dormitory and took out Nicolas Flamel's manuscript.
Since it's Alchemical Item shop, ordinary, common items are definitely not presentable.
However, there is plenty of time, and it will probably be summer vacation before we can finalize the land deed for the bar at the end of the alley.
Magic greatly facilitated the wizard's daily life, and the goods he sold in his shop had to be more convenient.
No need to take out a wand Magical Runes.
Is it amazing that a small ring can conjure up a variety of everyday tools?
Magical Automaton can act as a household butler special enough?
Vincent he made the list.
Summer vacation is just over a month away, and no matter how capable he is, he can only create a prototype of each item.
Mass production is a problem, and keeping core technologies secret is also a problem.
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