Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 204 Patent Filings and Photographs

Noticing where Mike's line of sight fell, Abbott explained:
"This is the Magic Brothers Fountain, which symbolizes the friendship between wizards and intelligent magical beings such as centaurs."

Mike noticed that Abbott had a sarcastic tone when he said this, so he understood what he meant.

On the surface this fountain is the Fountain of Brothers, but in fact it should be called the 'Fountain of Hypocrisy'.

In the real world, horses and goblins do not worship human wizards at all, but only endless hatred.Most wizards also don't have the slightest respect for these magical creatures who also have wisdom, but continue to discriminate and abuse them, treating them as beasts.

Mike was deeply touched by this point. The group of centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest were full of hatred for humans.In fact, the living conditions of the centaur in the Forbidden Forest were much better than those outside. The wizards beat and scolded these magical creatures for the slightest trouble, and killed them on the spot if they dared to resist.

Due to the existence of wizards' unlimited defense rights against magical creatures, the law on the protection of magical creatures is basically useless, and wizards can wantonly slaughter these magical creatures as long as they find a little excuse.

The magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest generally don't have this concern, after all, they are covered by Dumbledore.

In fact, they have been multiplying in the Forbidden Forest for several generations. It was not until Mike came that they finally recalled the horror once dominated by humans.

Mike and Abbott walked towards the security checkpoint deep in the main hall. Anyone who came to the Ministry of Magic had to pass through the security checkpoint, otherwise they would not be able to enter the office area inside the Ministry of Magic.

When passing the Magic Brothers fountain, Mike found that the bottom of the fountain pool was covered with a layer of copper Knuts and silver Sickles, most of which were copper coins, and only a small amount of silver coins were mixed in it, but the strange thing was that Mike was not there. Gold Galleons were found inside.

The coins gleamed in the bright light of the nave, and on the edge of the pool was a sign that read in English:

All proceeds from the 'Magic Brothers' Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness. '

Abbott threw a Gold Galleon in without any hesitation, but Mike curled his lips when he saw this, and walked directly to the security checkpoint, and did not follow Abbott's example and also threw a Gold Galleon in.

He has seen enough similar donation activities in his previous life. Most of the money collected from this kind of activity will fall into the pockets of relevant personnel, and only a very small part will actually be implemented. From the past two years in the wizarding society Judging from life experience, the moral level of wizards is not much higher than that of Muggles, so this donation is likely to be a fake.

As if to punish Mike for not donating, a flash of lightning suddenly slid outside the glass ceiling of the main hall, and everyone felt a flash of light before their eyes, and then heard rumbling thunder.

Mike looked up, and saw that there were already dark clouds outside the glass ceiling. Big drops of rainwater slapped on the glass ceiling, making a popping sound. From time to time, a bolt of lightning would slide through the dark clouds, making a deafening noise. thunder.

Mike was a little confused immediately, this is underground, and it is still the eighth floor underground, why can he still see the scene in the sky outside?

"It's just a trick. All the windows in the Ministry of Magic can see different weathers, and it's the Magic Maintenance Service that decides what weather you can see."

Abbott explained for Mike.

After listening to Mike, he no longer cared about it. Abbott was right, this was just a trick, and all the scenes they saw now were artificially created fakes.

Compared with the magic of the ceiling of the Hogwarts auditorium that can reflect the real scene outside the castle in real time, this method is really not worth mentioning.

After finally completing the security check, Mike and Abbott finally passed the security check desk.What appeared in front of them at this moment was a row of golden doors, behind which were passages leading to at least twenty elevators.

Patent filing is under the jurisdiction of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, so under the leadership of Abbott, Mike took an elevator leading to the eighth floor of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the International Magic Trade Standards Association.

After taking the elevator to the destination, Mike was a little dumbfounded.

It turns out that the so-called International Magic Trade Standards Association has only one big counter, and there are three middle-aged witches as reception.The customers who come here to handle business are also very qualified, and they lined up in three long queues very consciously.

Looking at the three lines of astonishing length, Mike chuckled secretly.

Naturally, Mike and Abbott didn't have to wait in line, and Abbott directly bypassed the counter after revealing his identity to one of the middle-aged witches, and walked to an office at the back.

Seeing this, those people who were queuing were immediately dissatisfied, and began to speak in various words that Mike could not understand.

Mike and Abt couldn't understand either. Although they knew that what they said was definitely not a good thing, they walked into the office as if they didn't hear it.

In the office, a middle-aged bald wizard with a big belly was sitting behind a desk drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.In the corner of the room was a small desk. A beautiful brown-haired beauty in a lady's suit with a delicate face was sitting behind the desk busy processing the documents piled up in front of her as high as a hill.

"Oh! Abt, you're finally here. I thought you were going to release me again today." The middle-aged wizard put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and greeted enthusiastically, "There must be another The hero of Hogwarts, Mr. McTorney, the dueling king, is really young and promising. He is not only powerful at such a young age, but also invented the wonderful drink of Dolphin's Magic Drink!"

"The president is full of praise, I'm just lucky."

Mike frowned slightly, formatively humbled.But he was very puzzled in his heart, how did the president of the International Trade Standards Association know about the Hogwarts duel contest? Did he also participate in that unique competition?

However, under the current circumstances, Mike would naturally not ask such a question directly, so the three of them finally got to the point after exchanging pleasantries for a while.

"Mr. President, I don't know what happened to the things we ordered before?"

"Aren't you worried about what I'm going to do? It's been prepared for you a long time ago." The middle-aged wizard took out a dozen documents from the drawer and handed them to Mike, "No, it's here, all I need is Tangli Sir, sign the magic signature and you can enter the file."

Mike looked at the document carefully and found that it was a simple patent application, and it also included all the documents from the initial patent application submission form to the final patent receipt form, which originally required several steps. All the documents of the monthly process are now lying in front of Mike, and now as long as he signs his own magic signature, the patent of Dolphin Magic Drink is his.

Holding his wand, he signed his name on each document, and Mike handed the documents back to the middle-aged wizard, and the middle-aged wizard handed over a patent certificate to the Mike.

"Congratulations, Mr. Townley, the Dolphin Magic Drink is yours."

The middle-aged wizard shook hands with Abt and Mike one after another, and the extremely powerful Mike heard him say in an inaudible voice while shaking hands with Abt: "Mr. Foley, my son Jinao Look at the matter of the Luo army..."

Abt didn't respond to this, but secretly made an ok gesture and then took Mike out of the office under the warm welcome of the middle-aged fat bald wizard.

The conversation between them made Mike more firm in his inner views on the ideological and moral construction of wizards. Sure enough, it was right not to put money in the fountain before.

"Okay, it's finally over, let's go home quickly." After walking out of the office, Abt snapped his fingers and said, "We have prepared a lot of ingredients that you have never heard of for lunch today, and you will definitely not be disappointed !"

His words aroused Mike's interest. You must know that Mike is an old foodie. He has eaten a lot of all kinds of strange things, so he has doubts about what Abbott said.

But then he remembered that this was in the world of wizards, and there were magical creatures here, so what Abbott said should be magical creatures.

"Could you be talking about God..."

Abbott covered his mouth when Mike was halfway through his words.

I saw Abt looking around in a panic, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing no one noticed their side.

"Hush, just know it in your heart, don't say it." Abt said in a low voice, "It's not good to say this in public. Many magical creatures are now protected creatures, so you understand."

Abt whispered a lot in Mike's ear, and finally saw Mike nodded before slowly letting go.

Sure enough, Mike didn't talk about it anymore, but he became curious about today's dinner.

Although he has been in the wizarding world for two years, he has not felt the wonder of the wizarding world at all in terms of diet. The food he eats in Hogwarts has always been some very common Muggle food, and he does not know how to use magical food. Isn't the food made by creatures extraordinarily delicious?

Mike and Abbott sped away from the overcrowded International Magic Trade Standards Association, but this time Abbott did not take Mike back to the main hall by the previous elevator, but directly changed to the Auror office on the second floor.

The second floor of the British Ministry of Magic is the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and the Auror Office is an important force department under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.

Since the first floor is the office of the Minister of Magic, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is generally not open to the public, so as soon as Mike came here, he suddenly found that there were fewer people coming and going.

But Abbott felt as if he had come to his own home. Almost everyone they met along the way would greet Abbott.

But Mike was not surprised by this. After all, although Abt himself was only an Auror squad leader, his father was the second in command of the Auror army. It would be strange if others didn't curry favor with him.

Next, Abt took advantage of his privilege as the son of the deputy director of the Auror office, and returned to his manor directly using the fireplace used by his father, Uncle Mario, for commuting to and from get off work, saving the time of queuing up in the main hall to use the fireplace.

Mike couldn't understand this. Since there is a dedicated fireplace, why did they teleport to the main hall before?
But he didn't ask Abt, after all, it was just an insignificant matter.

But the fact is that now his mind is full of magical creature feasts, and he doesn't put his mind on it at all.

Since it was a dedicated fireplace, Mike and Abbott were directly teleported to Uncle Mario's study.

But when the two cleaned up the dust on their bodies and came to the living room, they found that Professor Flitwick and Uncle Mario had already returned from Raven Lodge.

"Mike, you are finally back." Uncle Mario said enthusiastically, "Felius and I are talking about you, come and have a look!"

Hearing this, although Mike felt a little baffled, he still leaned forward, took a newspaper handed over by Uncle Mario and read it.

Seeing this, Mike instantly understood why the former president of the association knew him.

I saw the magical photo of Mike holding the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award and taking a photo with Dumbledore on the paper, and this photo was extraordinarily huge, occupying almost half of the page.

And under this photo, a much smaller photo was posted. It was the scene of him defeating Cedric in the finals of the Duel Competition. I don't know when they took it.

The rest of the newspaper's free space was occupied by densely packed English letters. Mike took a closer look and found that all of them were reports about himself.

Not only did it mention Mike's outstanding talent and astonishing strength, but he also directly called Mike the person with the best academic performance in the grade. If Hermione saw this paragraph, she would definitely be so angry that she couldn't sleep for days and nights.

The flamboyant words and exaggerated words used in this report almost made Mike's weather-beaten old face blush slightly.

Looking at the signature of this report, I saw a familiar name, Rita Skeeter.

The moment Mike saw this name, he was relieved. Sure enough, people who are good at writing black manuscripts are also excellent at writing hype articles. Once this exaggerated report comes out, I believe that the Daily Prophet is the number one newspaper in the wizarding world. There are bound to be many ignorant and blind people who think that Mike is as perfect as it is written above.

Smiling and shaking his head, Mike turned a page of the newspaper. According to the layout of this report, there should be an interview with other students in the school by Rita Skeeter.

However, it was okay this time, but Mike's smile froze suddenly.

On this side of the newspaper, there was a group photo of the Weasley brothers and Ron. If it was just like this, Mike would not be so surprised. The most important thing is that the little creature in Ron's arms in the photo .

It turned out to be Ron's pet, Scabbers the mouse.

(End of this chapter)