thefictionvixens Chapter 139 Riot
Chapter 139 Riot
Chapter 139 Riot
"Stop, stop." Ryan interrupted the two's increasingly absurd conversation.
He felt that if he continued talking, he would be portrayed as Ryan being farsighted and Dumbledore being short-sighted.
"That's right. When the headmaster was my age, the industrial factories of Muggles were flesh factories, literally flesh factories. Every product in the factories had the blood, tears, bones, and flesh of the workers. Every day, people would fall in the factories."
Ryan's words were like a dream. He recalled the documentary he had watched before, a time that could never be returned to, leaving only memories.
It would be a lie to say I don't miss it, because things have changed and everything is over.
It would be a lie to say he was willing to abandon everything and go back, because here he had the qualifications and ability to participate in the shifting trends of the entire world. But in those days that can never be returned to, he was merely a denominator in the demographic dividend, an inexhaustible source of cheap resources, a beast of burden for others to do.
He smiled as he talked to his new friends. The sun shone brightly outside the window, the weather was sunny, and the atmosphere inside was harmonious, filled with laughter and conversation.
"Therefore, the headmaster could not and would not bring that kind of flesh-and-blood factory into the wizarding world."
"That's right, the headmaster is the greatest white wizard of this century."
"But Muggles don't do that now—"
Larvin clapped his hands, gesturing for everyone to look at the waiter who came in to serve the food: "It's alright, we're changing now too. If Muggles can do it, why can't we? Besides, you see, we have other paths to take. For example, the Silent Charm and Illusion Charm we set up..." The waiter seemed not to see them, finished serving the food on his own, then bowed slightly, said "Enjoy your meal," and left.
Even when he bowed slightly and said, "Please enjoy your meal," there was no one in the direction he was bowing to.
"We are wizards, we have magic. There's no reason why we should just follow the Muggle path completely just because we've started learning Muggle skills." Larvin's words eased the fear these passionate young wizards had about the sheer number of billions of Muggles.
"Well said. We'll copy Muggle technology while developing magic. Once it's developed well, we can lift the secrecy law!" Everyone agreed.
Only Ryan smiled bitterly. With the number of wizards worldwide, it was simply impossible to support large-scale magical industrialization. To support large-scale industrialization, it was necessary to open up magic to the outside world and sell magical industrial products to ordinary people.
Only by establishing a monetary system based on the Gallon-Gold structure can the world's currencies be exchanged.
The former involves the secrecy law, requiring the formation of an old Hogwarts team to dominate the wizarding world and make the global wizarding community obey orders.
The latter involves US dollars—"It would require assembling an old magician squad to beat up the Bald Eagle and its underlings before a global economic system centered on Galon could be built.
A long way to go.
So let's eat first.
Ryan picked up his knife and fork and casually pushed the salt-baked snails in front of him toward Larvin: "Senior, try this. It's a classic and must-try."
He casually moved the foie gras in front of Larvin to his own.
Larvin: ? ? ?
Thus, the Stunning Curse and the Petrifying Curse were cast in unison, while the Flying Curse and the Transformation Curse took flight.
In the end, Ryan won with a double freezing spell and incidentally made a chilled foie gras.
It wasn't just him and Larvin.
A group of good buddies got together and started fighting over food. You took my pan-fried lemon chicken, and I took your grilled fish sausage.
If it weren't for the prior use of a silent spell...
Based on the loud rumbling noise, the story should unfold like this:
Upon hearing such a violent commotion, the French police stationed there to carry out security duties would assume that a bandit shootout had occurred and would then frantically call for military support.
The military arrived late and found the place in complete disarray.
Two branches then emerge. The first branch reveals that Ryan and his companions have already left. This remains an unsolved mystery of the City Hall in the City of Romance.
The second branch is that Ryan and his companions remained where they were. Facing the French army, which was not led by the dwarf girl foreigner, they successfully annihilated the enemy, but then realized they had caused a great disaster and quickly disappeared, returning to the wizarding world to raise the banner of rebellion and become outlaws in the mountains.
That same evening, the United Nations (a front) in the ordinary world held an emergency meeting to begin discussing the threat posed by wizards, or rather, superpowered individuals.
Ryan could only say that the consequences were too terrifying for him to even contemplate.
Suddenly someone spoke up: "Look at us, fighting and bickering inside, and fighting and bickering outside too, it's really interesting."
"Yes, it's quite interesting." Upon hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked up outside, and indeed, a huge flame shot into the sky.
"Hey, that's really interesting," Ryan replied casually.
It definitely looks like magic; a perfectly standard raging fire...
"Wait! What's happening!" he exclaimed in shock. The little scene he hadn't connected with earlier was now rapidly advancing, already pushing the plot to World War III.
"It seems to be a witch." Larvin walked to the window. "And a werewolf! He's transformed! The witch was forced to retaliate."
Following his directions, Ryan and the others discovered that the rioting crowd was constantly pushing outwards, clearing a space in the center. In that space, a stylish woman drew her wand with her left hand and pointed it at the howling werewolf in front of her.
is her?
Ryan realized that it was the same woman with the somewhat thin face he had just seen.
Julia is going crazy.
Mingming was having a great time traveling with her sister Nawa. It was Mingming's first time leaving the Bald Eagle and going to France.
But why would I run into a werewolf here!
Moreover, the werewolf opposite her seemed even more nervous than she was, and immediately chose to transform!
Is this werewolf not afraid of the Law of Secrecy at all? — She gripped her wand, her right hand pinching Nava's arm.
She was extremely nervous, becoming increasingly unlike the witch who dared to slam her fist on the table with the Minister of Security of the Magical Congress: "It's over, it's over—such a commotion is bound to cause a major incident, the French Ministry of Magic will definitely negotiate with the Magical Congress."
Nava Morgan, who was being watched, remained calm, as if it were normal for flames to come out of a wooden stick.
But she was intrigued by Julia's murmurs.
She was also very interested in the middle-aged beggar who had suddenly transformed into a werewolf from a story.
Thanks to her family, she received memory training from a young age, so she clearly remembered that the middle-aged beggar became nervous after seeing her little sister Julia.
The middle-aged man's nervousness reached its peak as Julia passed by him.
The next second, a roar was heard, and it pounced forward, transforming into the shape of a werewolf in mid-air: its thick fur stood up like steel needles, its claws were as sharp as ten small daggers, and its cheeks protruded to form a long beak.
"What an interesting world," Nava whispered, her face flushed, as she gently patted Julia, who was trembling slightly.