Chapter 287： shrewd mr wallup
The summer vacation has begun, and Sean, who was originally busy, is free all of a sudden.
The magic course is still practice is king, if there is no on-the-spot casting, the effect of self-learning will be much lower. Sean had already used the Dark Mark to ask Barty Jr., even with an adult wand, he wouldn't be able to cast spells freely during the summer vacation.
Every year on the return day from Hogwarts, a Ministry of Magic staff member stays at King's Cross, and his job is to scatter the traces. When the little wizards walk out of the platform, the magical magic of trace silk will automatically wrap around every underage wizard, and the Ministry of Magic will use this to monitor whether the little wizards have illegally cast spells outside the school.
The accuracy of the trace wire is not enough, it can only monitor a general range, so it is difficult for the Ministry of Magic to judge whether the young wizard of the wizard family has illegally cast spells.
Moreover, probably because the monitoring workload is too large, the Ministry of Magic will only start monitoring during the summer vacation, Christmas and other holidays, and the main target is wizards from Muggle families.
That is to say, Trace Wire is a kind of monitoring for the inherent instability of underage wizards. It is not attached to the wand, but only detects magical fluctuations in an area.
Take Sean, for example, he is the only wizard in his area. If there are magic fluctuations, the Ministry of Magic will immediately send a letter to remind him of the violation. At that time, a professional will use a flashback spell to test his wand to determine whether he has violated the law. If you are in an area with a lot of wizards, the Ministry of Magic doesn't care at all.
Currently, traces will no longer work until the wizard reaches adulthood.
Sean, who learned this news, was a little depressed, which meant that if he wanted to cast spells freely, he could only wait until school started or when he went to places like Diagon Alley and Godric's Hollow during the summer vacation.
Sean, who was depressed for a while, quickly regained his optimism. Since he can't use magic, he can do other things.
For example, read all the textbooks for the next school year, such as deepening the relationship with your own magical animals.
The basilisk was in good shape, and the guy got even more excited after the Wallup family went abroad for a vacation and Sean sneaked it around in the woods for a few laps.
Kangaroo tastes good, it says so.
However, Sean, who was worried about being discovered by the Australian Ministry of Magic, only dared to find some remote places in the middle of the night to let him go for a ride, but the Basilisk, who has lived at the bottom of the Black Lake for hundreds of years, is quite satisfied. It feels that it is with the right people. .
When he returned to London after the vacation, Sean specially piled up a lot of daily prophets in the open window of the attic. After playing with Ella for a while, he went to the attic to read the news of the magic world during this period.
Nothing major has happened, except that Grindelwald's wanted list in the lower left corner is getting smaller and smaller. The biggest news recently is that the British Minister of Magic election is about to start.
Fudge is clearly very enthusiastic about re-election, and every issue of the Daily Prophet has his various speeches.
In addition to Fudge, Barty Crouch is naturally the loudest voice, and the current Director of Magical Law Enforcement has the support of many people.
The Minister of Magic is elected by democratic voting, and several members have already made their intentions clear.
Sancho Peterson, a well-known writer for the Daily Prophet, mentioned in his article: "The ministerial election is in full swing, whether it is Fudge's re-election or Crouch's appointment, I don't think Dumble who has never commented on this. Lido will be the key. Of course, according to reliable sources, Dumbledore has been busy hunting down Grindelwald, and the great wizard who has repeatedly rejected the Ministry of Magic's invitation to become a minister seems to have not been very interested in the position of power..."
"For example, for the position of president of the International Federation of Wizards, Dumbledore, who was the representative of the British office at the time, was very vocal, but Luan Lars finally became president. This can also reveal that many Deng Brido's attitude towards life."
"Of course, there is another thing worthy of our attention. The president of the International Federation of Wizards is also about to step down. I wonder if Dumbledore will be interested in this position this time."
Sean put down the newspaper. If nothing else, Fudge would not be re-elected. Lucius had always supported him, but Sean knew that when the election officially started, the Malfoy family would directly rebel.
I hope Mr. Fudge won't die of anger by then.
Sean was about to close the attic window, but found a dark spot outside gradually enlarged, and he quickly recognized the tan owl.
Sure enough, the Hogwarts Common Owl came with the next semester's book list and the Hogsmeade permission form.
After giving the messenger a few owl cookies, Sean went downstairs with the form.
"Hey Dad, I need you to sign me. The school will allow us to visit Hogsmeade next school year, but we need a guardian's signature."
Mr. Wallup took the statement, glanced at it, and said, "It's all a wizard's village? Wow, it looks good. But why does this thing need the guardian's signature?"
"Who knows?" Sean shrugged.
Mr. Wallup signed a dashing name, and when he handed it over, he said, "What do you want to buy this year? We can take Ella to Diagon Alley this time. God, how could she like that kind of eating party so much? Smoking candy."
"Of course, but speaking of Diagon Alley..." Sean pursed his lips and glanced at his father.
"What's the matter, child?"
Sean hesitated for a while, and finally pulled his father to the study: "Dad, I have something I want to ask you."
In fact, Sean has been hesitating for a long time, that is, whether to ask his father to help him make plans.
He wants to gain more voice in the magical world, and he wants to gain power in official institutions that can be used for his own use, but for now, he is only able to fight. Among the forces under his control, Death Eaters are after all. It is an evil organization that cannot be taken out, and Golden Dawn needs time to develop and grow.
Mr. Alan Wallup is obviously more experienced than he is when it comes to getting a foot in the official body.
After listening to Sean's description, Allen habitually took out a cigar and put it under his nose and sniffed it. Because of his two children, he had quit smoking for a long time, and this was a small habit left behind.
"In a nutshell, if you want to gain the right to speak, get news channels, it's best to get some official private assistance, right?"
Sean nodded: "Mr. Wallup, your generalization is very accurate."
Allen raised his eyebrows and made a move that Sean didn't expect.
He patted Sean on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "Very good, Sean, your idea makes me very happy."
"Oh, I thought you would persuade me not to get involved."
Allen smiled: "You have already stepped into this world, and it is unrealistic to want to leave. In my opinion, your actions of preparing in advance to increase your trump card and strength are naturally worthy of recognition. Stand still. Waiting until the unexpected happens before preparing for it? That's the idea of the weak. We don't take risks, but we need to strengthen our protection.
"What makes me even more happy is that you are still willing to ask your father for help. To be honest, my mother and I were worried that our son would have some kind of identity gap with us because of his identity as a wizard, Now it seems that there is no need to worry at all.”
Sean sat next to his father, and said rather unhappily, "I'm not very happy that you are suspicious of your son."
"Okay okay, I apologize, kid."
"Okay, I forgive you, Mr. Wallup."
The father and son smiled at each other.
That night, Allen led Sean to his private study and pulled out a safe.
After a "click", the safe was opened, and Sean stretched his head and saw a lot of villains moving around in the newspaper, next to a lot of books about the magic world.
Sean stared at his father: "How did you get it?"
Allen smiled proudly: "Remember when I asked you to help order a cloak before?"
"Remember." Sean nodded. About four months ago, his father asked him to buy a dragonskin cloak from Diagon Alley and send it home. He didn't think much about it at first, he just thought that his father wanted to experience magic amazing, so he did.
Allen continued: "Geller Jennings, the wizard bodyguard, I gave him the dragonskin cloak, and then ordered the Daily Prophet and these books in his name - to keep the owls from flying every day. For attention, I bought a house in the suburbs and go pick it up every few days."
"As expected of you, Dad."
Allen pursed his lips: "What was the name of the last time, Parasitic Big Mouth? After that incident, I started to think about what to do."
He looked at Sean with force and gentleness: "I want to know what my children are facing every day in the other world, and as a father, if my children ask for help, what can I do."
Sean pursed his lips, finally stood up and hugged his father: "Thank you, Dad."
Mr. Wallup hugged him as hard, let go and winked at him. "Oh, I want to do something else to tell you."
Sean laughed: "Is it the pride of an old man?"
"Oh boy, your father is in his prime."
The father and son talked for a while and talked about the main topic. Allen pulled out another safe, which contained a lot of gold Galleons.
"I asked Jennings to take me to Gringotts when they took me to Diagon Alley, oh my god, a bank doesn't accept currency exchanges? Just because I'm a Muggle they say?! Well, bribing a goblin only One ounce of gold is enough."
"...Sure enough, it is a common method used by capitalists, Mr. Wallup."
"Thank you for your compliment, son, I must remind you that our private hospital is the most conscientious in all of London."
"Then, tell me what you think, Dad?"
Alan pushed the safe back, then leaned back in the boss chair and sniffed the cigar: "I have to say, the wizarding financial system is so bad I haven't heard of even the most basic arbitrage. In fact, all I need is Pull up a team of senior financial experts, maybe before you graduate, the land deeds of all the shops in Diagon Alley will have to be renamed Wallop, and what do I need to pay? Hundreds of thousands of pounds a year. That's it."
After speaking, he shook his head again: "Unfortunately, I don't know magic, I can't handle many things, the world of humans and wizards is the same, whoever has the bigger fist has more truths, which makes me dare not operate, I Even the most common wizard can't handle the flipping of a table."
"Moreover, because the number of wizards is too small, and because of the existence of convenient magic, this relatively primitive financial system and social system has many drawbacks, but it is precisely because of this that the cost of its collapse and reconstruction is relatively lower and the speed is faster."
Sean said "Wow": "Thorough, please continue your performance, Mr. Wallup."
Allen smiled smugly: "So, we can't treat wizards with the methods and ideas of ordinary people. What we have to use is the common ground of human nature."
"How to say?" Sean was completely interested.
"Only businessmen seek profit? No, Sean, remember that everyone's behavior is driven by the word interest. However, everyone has a different understanding of interest, money is interest, power is interest, and deeper magic is interest. , for their own inner beliefs, for their own dreams, this is also in another sense - interests."
"If a person wants to be unimpeded in this world, then there are two ways. First, you are invincible and completely superior to others. Second, you are related to the interests of most people, and your interests are linked one by one. The ground is intertwined, one is prosperous and one is lost, and in order not to damage their own interests, they will naturally clear the way for you."
Mr. Wallup sat closer, his eyes narrowed slightly: "The wizarding world is too small, how small is it? Throughout the UK, wizards' lives are divided into two stages, one is Hogwarts, and the other is magic. Ministry. Not only in the UK, but also in other countries. So can I say that if I can have a voice in both schools and official institutions then I have enough weight in the entire wizarding world? "
"And none of them can do that. Your headmaster, Mr. Dumbledore, doesn't value power, he's even bound by the Ministry of Magic, and he's so powerful - at least that's what the papers and books say. of."
"So, Sean," Allen put his hands on his son's shoulders, "Where do you think the starting point is now?"
"Uh, where?" Sean was stunned by his father's set of punches.
Mr. Wallup licked his lips, a shrewd smile on the corner of his mouth: "I've seen all the news during this time. Your entry point is very simple: 1. Nurmengard without a leader. 2. Homegrown Britain Election for Minister of Magic. Third, the United Wizards Guard and the International Confederation of Wizards."
Sean fell into contemplation, and after a moment hesitantly said, "I don't have easy access to higher levels for the time being."
Mr. Wallup smiled happily: "No, it's dangerous to go too far, and I don't want to see my son get into the mud. But -- we can cut it in a different way."
"what?"
The magic course is still practice is king, if there is no on-the-spot casting, the effect of self-learning will be much lower. Sean had already used the Dark Mark to ask Barty Jr., even with an adult wand, he wouldn't be able to cast spells freely during the summer vacation.
Every year on the return day from Hogwarts, a Ministry of Magic staff member stays at King's Cross, and his job is to scatter the traces. When the little wizards walk out of the platform, the magical magic of trace silk will automatically wrap around every underage wizard, and the Ministry of Magic will use this to monitor whether the little wizards have illegally cast spells outside the school.
The accuracy of the trace wire is not enough, it can only monitor a general range, so it is difficult for the Ministry of Magic to judge whether the young wizard of the wizard family has illegally cast spells.
Moreover, probably because the monitoring workload is too large, the Ministry of Magic will only start monitoring during the summer vacation, Christmas and other holidays, and the main target is wizards from Muggle families.
That is to say, Trace Wire is a kind of monitoring for the inherent instability of underage wizards. It is not attached to the wand, but only detects magical fluctuations in an area.
Take Sean, for example, he is the only wizard in his area. If there are magic fluctuations, the Ministry of Magic will immediately send a letter to remind him of the violation. At that time, a professional will use a flashback spell to test his wand to determine whether he has violated the law. If you are in an area with a lot of wizards, the Ministry of Magic doesn't care at all.
Currently, traces will no longer work until the wizard reaches adulthood.
Sean, who learned this news, was a little depressed, which meant that if he wanted to cast spells freely, he could only wait until school started or when he went to places like Diagon Alley and Godric's Hollow during the summer vacation.
Sean, who was depressed for a while, quickly regained his optimism. Since he can't use magic, he can do other things.
For example, read all the textbooks for the next school year, such as deepening the relationship with your own magical animals.
The basilisk was in good shape, and the guy got even more excited after the Wallup family went abroad for a vacation and Sean sneaked it around in the woods for a few laps.
Kangaroo tastes good, it says so.
However, Sean, who was worried about being discovered by the Australian Ministry of Magic, only dared to find some remote places in the middle of the night to let him go for a ride, but the Basilisk, who has lived at the bottom of the Black Lake for hundreds of years, is quite satisfied. It feels that it is with the right people. .
When he returned to London after the vacation, Sean specially piled up a lot of daily prophets in the open window of the attic. After playing with Ella for a while, he went to the attic to read the news of the magic world during this period.
Nothing major has happened, except that Grindelwald's wanted list in the lower left corner is getting smaller and smaller. The biggest news recently is that the British Minister of Magic election is about to start.
Fudge is clearly very enthusiastic about re-election, and every issue of the Daily Prophet has his various speeches.
In addition to Fudge, Barty Crouch is naturally the loudest voice, and the current Director of Magical Law Enforcement has the support of many people.
The Minister of Magic is elected by democratic voting, and several members have already made their intentions clear.
Sancho Peterson, a well-known writer for the Daily Prophet, mentioned in his article: "The ministerial election is in full swing, whether it is Fudge's re-election or Crouch's appointment, I don't think Dumble who has never commented on this. Lido will be the key. Of course, according to reliable sources, Dumbledore has been busy hunting down Grindelwald, and the great wizard who has repeatedly rejected the Ministry of Magic's invitation to become a minister seems to have not been very interested in the position of power..."
"For example, for the position of president of the International Federation of Wizards, Dumbledore, who was the representative of the British office at the time, was very vocal, but Luan Lars finally became president. This can also reveal that many Deng Brido's attitude towards life."
"Of course, there is another thing worthy of our attention. The president of the International Federation of Wizards is also about to step down. I wonder if Dumbledore will be interested in this position this time."
Sean put down the newspaper. If nothing else, Fudge would not be re-elected. Lucius had always supported him, but Sean knew that when the election officially started, the Malfoy family would directly rebel.
I hope Mr. Fudge won't die of anger by then.
Sean was about to close the attic window, but found a dark spot outside gradually enlarged, and he quickly recognized the tan owl.
Sure enough, the Hogwarts Common Owl came with the next semester's book list and the Hogsmeade permission form.
After giving the messenger a few owl cookies, Sean went downstairs with the form.
"Hey Dad, I need you to sign me. The school will allow us to visit Hogsmeade next school year, but we need a guardian's signature."
Mr. Wallup took the statement, glanced at it, and said, "It's all a wizard's village? Wow, it looks good. But why does this thing need the guardian's signature?"
"Who knows?" Sean shrugged.
Mr. Wallup signed a dashing name, and when he handed it over, he said, "What do you want to buy this year? We can take Ella to Diagon Alley this time. God, how could she like that kind of eating party so much? Smoking candy."
"Of course, but speaking of Diagon Alley..." Sean pursed his lips and glanced at his father.
"What's the matter, child?"
Sean hesitated for a while, and finally pulled his father to the study: "Dad, I have something I want to ask you."
In fact, Sean has been hesitating for a long time, that is, whether to ask his father to help him make plans.
He wants to gain more voice in the magical world, and he wants to gain power in official institutions that can be used for his own use, but for now, he is only able to fight. Among the forces under his control, Death Eaters are after all. It is an evil organization that cannot be taken out, and Golden Dawn needs time to develop and grow.
Mr. Alan Wallup is obviously more experienced than he is when it comes to getting a foot in the official body.
After listening to Sean's description, Allen habitually took out a cigar and put it under his nose and sniffed it. Because of his two children, he had quit smoking for a long time, and this was a small habit left behind.
"In a nutshell, if you want to gain the right to speak, get news channels, it's best to get some official private assistance, right?"
Sean nodded: "Mr. Wallup, your generalization is very accurate."
Allen raised his eyebrows and made a move that Sean didn't expect.
He patted Sean on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "Very good, Sean, your idea makes me very happy."
"Oh, I thought you would persuade me not to get involved."
Allen smiled: "You have already stepped into this world, and it is unrealistic to want to leave. In my opinion, your actions of preparing in advance to increase your trump card and strength are naturally worthy of recognition. Stand still. Waiting until the unexpected happens before preparing for it? That's the idea of the weak. We don't take risks, but we need to strengthen our protection.
"What makes me even more happy is that you are still willing to ask your father for help. To be honest, my mother and I were worried that our son would have some kind of identity gap with us because of his identity as a wizard, Now it seems that there is no need to worry at all.”
Sean sat next to his father, and said rather unhappily, "I'm not very happy that you are suspicious of your son."
"Okay okay, I apologize, kid."
"Okay, I forgive you, Mr. Wallup."
The father and son smiled at each other.
That night, Allen led Sean to his private study and pulled out a safe.
After a "click", the safe was opened, and Sean stretched his head and saw a lot of villains moving around in the newspaper, next to a lot of books about the magic world.
Sean stared at his father: "How did you get it?"
Allen smiled proudly: "Remember when I asked you to help order a cloak before?"
"Remember." Sean nodded. About four months ago, his father asked him to buy a dragonskin cloak from Diagon Alley and send it home. He didn't think much about it at first, he just thought that his father wanted to experience magic amazing, so he did.
Allen continued: "Geller Jennings, the wizard bodyguard, I gave him the dragonskin cloak, and then ordered the Daily Prophet and these books in his name - to keep the owls from flying every day. For attention, I bought a house in the suburbs and go pick it up every few days."
"As expected of you, Dad."
Allen pursed his lips: "What was the name of the last time, Parasitic Big Mouth? After that incident, I started to think about what to do."
He looked at Sean with force and gentleness: "I want to know what my children are facing every day in the other world, and as a father, if my children ask for help, what can I do."
Sean pursed his lips, finally stood up and hugged his father: "Thank you, Dad."
Mr. Wallup hugged him as hard, let go and winked at him. "Oh, I want to do something else to tell you."
Sean laughed: "Is it the pride of an old man?"
"Oh boy, your father is in his prime."
The father and son talked for a while and talked about the main topic. Allen pulled out another safe, which contained a lot of gold Galleons.
"I asked Jennings to take me to Gringotts when they took me to Diagon Alley, oh my god, a bank doesn't accept currency exchanges? Just because I'm a Muggle they say?! Well, bribing a goblin only One ounce of gold is enough."
"...Sure enough, it is a common method used by capitalists, Mr. Wallup."
"Thank you for your compliment, son, I must remind you that our private hospital is the most conscientious in all of London."
"Then, tell me what you think, Dad?"
Alan pushed the safe back, then leaned back in the boss chair and sniffed the cigar: "I have to say, the wizarding financial system is so bad I haven't heard of even the most basic arbitrage. In fact, all I need is Pull up a team of senior financial experts, maybe before you graduate, the land deeds of all the shops in Diagon Alley will have to be renamed Wallop, and what do I need to pay? Hundreds of thousands of pounds a year. That's it."
After speaking, he shook his head again: "Unfortunately, I don't know magic, I can't handle many things, the world of humans and wizards is the same, whoever has the bigger fist has more truths, which makes me dare not operate, I Even the most common wizard can't handle the flipping of a table."
"Moreover, because the number of wizards is too small, and because of the existence of convenient magic, this relatively primitive financial system and social system has many drawbacks, but it is precisely because of this that the cost of its collapse and reconstruction is relatively lower and the speed is faster."
Sean said "Wow": "Thorough, please continue your performance, Mr. Wallup."
Allen smiled smugly: "So, we can't treat wizards with the methods and ideas of ordinary people. What we have to use is the common ground of human nature."
"How to say?" Sean was completely interested.
"Only businessmen seek profit? No, Sean, remember that everyone's behavior is driven by the word interest. However, everyone has a different understanding of interest, money is interest, power is interest, and deeper magic is interest. , for their own inner beliefs, for their own dreams, this is also in another sense - interests."
"If a person wants to be unimpeded in this world, then there are two ways. First, you are invincible and completely superior to others. Second, you are related to the interests of most people, and your interests are linked one by one. The ground is intertwined, one is prosperous and one is lost, and in order not to damage their own interests, they will naturally clear the way for you."
Mr. Wallup sat closer, his eyes narrowed slightly: "The wizarding world is too small, how small is it? Throughout the UK, wizards' lives are divided into two stages, one is Hogwarts, and the other is magic. Ministry. Not only in the UK, but also in other countries. So can I say that if I can have a voice in both schools and official institutions then I have enough weight in the entire wizarding world? "
"And none of them can do that. Your headmaster, Mr. Dumbledore, doesn't value power, he's even bound by the Ministry of Magic, and he's so powerful - at least that's what the papers and books say. of."
"So, Sean," Allen put his hands on his son's shoulders, "Where do you think the starting point is now?"
"Uh, where?" Sean was stunned by his father's set of punches.
Mr. Wallup licked his lips, a shrewd smile on the corner of his mouth: "I've seen all the news during this time. Your entry point is very simple: 1. Nurmengard without a leader. 2. Homegrown Britain Election for Minister of Magic. Third, the United Wizards Guard and the International Confederation of Wizards."
Sean fell into contemplation, and after a moment hesitantly said, "I don't have easy access to higher levels for the time being."
Mr. Wallup smiled happily: "No, it's dangerous to go too far, and I don't want to see my son get into the mud. But -- we can cut it in a different way."
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