The Daily Prophet's sales have gone up.
Whether they are Muggle or wizards, most of them are ordinary, law-abiding citizens.
They believe whatever the newspapers write.
With a wise minister like Fudge leading the Wizarding World, things are bound to get better and better.
Having tasted success, Editor-in-Chief Editor Gufei decided to add a special report to the supplement.
The release of "Ministry of Magic's Everyday Life" marked another surge in sales.
Governments are always shrouded in mystery, so of course I should take the opportunity to learn more about them.
After Vincent finished studying the equipment at the Bugatti factory, Rita, along with the photographer she had poached from her former newspaper, headed to the Ministry of Magic again.
Outside the Minister's Office, she was adjusting her magnificent bright green robe.
"Bo Zuo, your tie is crooked."
The tall, thin photographer in a suit hurriedly tidied himself up.
"Knock knock—"
"Come in."
Rita led him into the office.
Fudge was in a good mood, making tea and reading the newspaper.
Today's feature is the Auror Office, which not only vividly describes their ordinary day, but also lavishly praises their previous work in capturing the sorcerers at the end.
With such an efficient law enforcement team, I believe that if another dark wizard like that, whose name cannot even be spoken, were to appear again, the British Ministry of Magic would be able to arrest him and imprison him in Azkaban in a timely manner.
A small compliment every day, a small boost every day.
Fudge put away the newspaper and invited the two of them to sit on the sofa next to him.
"My dear reporter, the interview can begin."
Rita opened her notebook. "Mr. Minister, I hope you will keep your promise after this."
"Certainly."
What this meticulously crafted interview earned was the opportunity to relaunch reporting on the Wizard Cards scam.
Although there are only a few days left until the final trial, she believes her reputation will definitely rise to another level.
Campogalliano, Italy.
Vincent, carrying a notebook filled with notes, got into the black four-seater sports car.
Eric, who was driving, seemed a little excited.
After more than a week of research, we are finally able to create an alchemy-themed production line.
Back at the hotel, the family of three hurriedly closed the door and drew the curtains like children.
Vincent opened the Mithril Briefcase, first handing Gu Gu to Evelyn, then took out a large piece of Memory Alloy.
Iron-copper alloys are harder, but they are prone to metal fatigue under high-intensity conditions, which can lead to Transfiguration and breakage.
Without using a wand, he split the metal block into three parts using only his own magic.
Two cuboids, one long and one short, were eventually molded into dozens of small parts.
This wasn't the first time for Eric and Evelyn, but they kept quietly marveling at the wonder of magic.
Small parts are connected by Magical Circuit carved into the Ebony wand, eventually forming a simple-looking metal hand.
The two cuboids are also connected together, with the longer one connecting to the metal hand.
Vincent slightly raised his wand and pointed it upwards, and the metal arm immediately bent its elbow.
He lightly tapped his right arm with the tip of his cane, and with each movement of his metal arm, the same motion was repeated.
There are delays, and it's quite clumsy to move around in.
"Mom and Dad, I did it!"
The telescopic Magical Circuit acts as a hydraulic rod, and the magic applied to the right hand replaces the electronic signals.
With a little more refinement to the structure and appearance, its performance should be comparable to Nicolas Flamel's Magical Automaton.
The Wayne couple couldn't understand the principle, but they let him cast the spell on their arms like children.
It lacks true flexibility, but its strength lies in its ability to handle high-intensity work.
It can be used to melt metals or forge parts, and it can also be used for relatively complicated assembly tasks.
Once the complete workflow is set up and various arms with different functions are arranged on the assembly line, the Alchemy Factory will automatically start production.
Regardless of day or night.
"Gu Gu!" The esteemed Lord Gu Gu also wants to give it a try.
However, it has no fingers; it can only swing its metal arms back and forth.
Hearing Wayne and his son's mockery, it nestled hurtfully into Evelyn's arms.
"Don't be too sad, little one." She took out the menu from the room.
"Come on, order whatever you want to eat."
Eric's laughter stopped abruptly.
Italy's cost of living is lower than the Britain's, but that doesn't stop Gu Gu's little wings from pointing randomly.
"Dad, try to take it easy." Vincent lightly shook the metal arm on his hand.
"With this, we'll make a lot of money in the future."
Eric frowned again when this was mentioned.
It is indeed possible to make a lot of money, but it's all in Gold Galleons.
So what if the car factory goes bankrupt? At worst, the whole family can move to the Wizarding World.
Thinking about it that way, he felt better.
After a hearty lunch, Vincent created two more, much smaller, metal arms.
The larger ones are responsible for forging, the smaller ones for assembly, and the smallest ones for finishing.
By replacing your palm with a sharp silver-iron blade, you can easily cut shape Memory Alloy.
The first six steps of Alchemy are completed by them; only the final shaping requires the Alchemists.
This not only ensured efficiency but also significantly reduced costs, while maintaining full confidentiality.
While the Wayne family drifted off to sleep with sweet dreams, Fudge, who had been waking up laughing from his dreams lately, could no longer laugh.
Italy is one hour ahead of the Britain, so it's already past 1 a. m.
Something terrible has happened in the Wizarding World, and it's something unprecedented.
After putting on his suit and felt hat, he walked out of the house with Scrimgeour.
"Minister, without the help of magic, he cannot return to shore from the sea by himself."
Fudge seemed to be in no mood to talk.
Only 10 minutes had passed when the Auror, fully armed, assembled at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.
"Set off!"
With his command, the Auror Office and senior officials disappeared into black and white vortexes.
North Sea, Azkaban.
Perhaps because of the seriousness of the situation, none of those present seemed to be affected by the Dementors.
Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge sternly questioned the wizard guards who rotate weekly here:
"Barton! Tell me honestly what happened when you discovered Sirius Black was missing!"
The young guard named Barton broke out in a cold sweat and stammered out the whole story.
Two hours earlier, at midnight, he was conducting his routine patrol before going to bed.
There were no abnormalities on floors 1 through 12, and the corner of the last floor was as quiet as usual.
At first, of course, no one noticed anything was wrong, since the blankets on the bed were bulging.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, the lantern he was holding accidentally bumped into the fence.
With a clang, the prisoners were all awakened.
Those living on this floor are all vicious and wicked black wizards.
Amidst laughter and shouts, young Barton raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
As the fight went on, he finally realized something was wrong.
Even after all this commotion, the cell in the corner remains quiet and peaceful.
With the idea of collecting the prisoner's body in mind, he opened the cell door and went inside.