svetikya Chapter 189 The Conflict Between the New and the Old
Chapter 189 The Conflict Between the New and the Old
Chapter 189 The Conflict Between the New and the Old
The news that Squibs could cast spells and that a magic wizard had been born spread far and wide, reaching as far as Africa and as far as the Magical Congress of the Americas.
Whether it's admiration or disdain, whether it's greed or dissatisfaction.
At least for this moment, everyone who received the news paid sincere respect to the boy named Ryan.
Upon hearing the news, Squibs around the world hoped their relatives and friends would take them to the opposite side of England.
They hoped to get a job at the Tower of Fantasy, and they believed that only Ryan in the entire magical world would help them and take care of them.
Suddenly, Vio, who was stationed in the Tower of Fantasy, noticed that more and more people were submitting their resumes.
So many people were there that even though the Tower of Fantasy was filled with seamless teleportation spells, and even though other floors that hadn't yet started construction were temporarily activated, he still couldn't get everyone who came for an interview into the tower. He could only let them flow out, blocking traffic in Diagon Alley.
Fred and George were initially quite happy.
After a brief selection process, the two of them went from being lone commanders to becoming heads of the Fantasy Tower game department, managing dozens of people under their command.
Moreover, they initially thought there was no need to worry about these magic wizards not being able to perform their jobs well, because the magic wizards who joined the company would overdraft their salaries to obtain their own wands.
The wands they held had specially made cores. Ordinary magi wands have blank magic beads as cores, but theirs were imprinted with their own unique spells. Just like how Ryan had the Squirrels cast the Illumination Charm in Beauxbatons.
"Ryan is really a man of great things; all the Squiggs in the world are coming to us. We're exhausted." After giving a speech to his men, George lay down on the sofa, completely unwilling to move.
"I really don't know what Percy was thinking. We're already exhausted after managing just a few dozen people." Fred wasn't much better off; all he could muster was the strength to speak, and every muscle in his body felt like it was being pulled apart.
The person is dying.
They originally thought that having subordinates would be an easy thing, allowing them to delegate tasks.
However, due to the high management costs and difficulties, the dozens of people involved had not received any training and were simply unable to perform their duties within a week.
Even with specially made wands, these newly hired employees may still experience spellcasting malfunctions due to various emotional influences and practical experience.
"We just need to get through this period, so that when we're in school, we won't have to apply to go out every day and stay in the Fantasy Tower until midnight—" George said.
The rooftop of the Tower of Fantasy.
Vio screened all the Squibs he could recruit, using two criteria: their mastery of magic and their character.
After a busy day, he finally drank his first sip of water after seeing off the last interviewee who was eliminated.
Countless aspiring "future magic wizards" who came for interviews thought England was a paradise for Squibs, only to be surprised to find that only the Tower of Fantasy was willing to accept them, while other shops would ruthlessly kick them out.
There is no paradise on earth, only a wizard named Lane Wells.
Now they face a choice between heaven and hell.
As long as it's not 'm', it's not difficult to choose.
"A visible workforce—this powerful force has officially appeared in the wizarding world, and many will be tempted. Of course, there are many more mediocre people who are unaware of this." Vio stretched, went to the window, stared at the crowds in Diagon Alley, and then looked up at the horizon.
As his gaze shifted, he sketched out one illustrious name after another in his mind. The land that his eyes fell upon belonged to the twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families.
"Aside from the extinct Weasleys, Ollivanders, Selwyn—there's no need to worry about them. Worrying about the Ironclad Voldemort family is pointless, because their patriarchs outside lack the sensibilities to grasp the sweeping tides of the times. The only one to worry about on English soil is the erratic and impulsive Malfoy—"
"In particular, this Mr. Lucius Malfoy has the ability to connect the Iron Man Voldemort family—"
—
Vio cleared his mind of distractions; these were not matters he needed to deal with.
He has done what he needed to do.
Because discrimination is everywhere, and class distinctions are ubiquitous.
Because in many people's eyes, a dud is always a dud, and magic aided by external forces is always an external force.
Because people always yearn for a better life.
Behind this better life is a wizard named Lane Welsh.
"I've done all I can. The rest is none of the business of outsiders, nor can they interfere."
"There is never a smooth path to the throne."
Ministry of Magic.
Larvin, who had been promoted to deputy minister and was now a member of the ministerial council, looked at the Daily Prophet and realized that this was an opportunity.
An opportunity to enhance the reputation of the British wizarding world.
An opportunity to strengthen oneself.
He was absolutely certain that Scrimgeour was unaware of this, and that Barty Raukch would try to perpetuate the pure-blood family's glory by treating civilians as they always had.
It wasn't that Barty Crouch was old-fashioned like Voldemort, viewing all non-pure-blood wizards as slaves. On the contrary, during Voldemort's reign, Barty Crouch was the undisputed standard-bearer of the Ministry of Magic, a representative of the hardliners, and a heroic figure in the fight against Voldemort.
But he lived over a decade ago, and he was also from a pure-blood family, so it was destined to be impossible. What use would a Squirrel, who lived at the bottom of the magical world and were even less than ordinary wizards, have? They would only use the Squirrels as tools to gain reputation.
He would first choose to grant rights to the Squibs, gain corresponding support, and thus overwhelm his political enemies, such as a certain Mr. Scrimgeour who wished to remain anonymous, or even Larvin himself.
Then, through a series of means, they consolidated power in the hands of the Squibs and expanded their own influence.
The Squibs, being weak and easily manipulated, are guilty of the same thing: possessing a treasure is their crime.
"I'm just a deputy minister, so naturally I can't sway the acting minister's decision. I'll do my best to do my job well." Larvin put away the Daily Prophet and folded the newspaper neatly.
He didn't intend to use Dumbledore's name; he could rely on Lane's reputation alone.
That Buddy Crouch was such a rigid and principled man, the kind of man who would rather send his own son to Azkaban.
How could he possibly think that a teenager was above him?
He would never admit that the ideas of the up-and-coming talents were more correct than his.
"The so-called governance of a region is to set an example for the people within that region."
He went to Crouch's office, intending to make the first move.
He knew that he had few supporters in the early stages, but he didn't care.
Because those opponents don't understand Lane, they naturally can't see the future.
Just as no one would expect a Squib to be able to cast spells, even Filch of Hogwarts Castle, taken in by the greatest white wizard of the century, could only serve as the castle caretaker and was unable to cast spells.
Because wizards throughout history have all had certain fixed mindsets, they subconsciously blur the lines between convention and established rules, and repeatedly affirm them in their minds.
But Larvin didn't think so, because Larvin understood Ryan.
If the Squib can already cast spells, how far away are the Muggles?