Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 255: The curtain opens

Just over a month before the end of the second school year, the major newspapers used the largest and most conspicuous pages to report the most important news of the day.

The United Wizards Guard is formally established.

The nature of this organization is probably similar to an international joint law enforcement organization, mainly responsible for the social security of the wizarding world in various countries. In a simple analogy, the Aurors in the wizarding world were equivalent to special forces, while the duties of the ordinary police were distributed to various departments of the Ministry of Magic. Now, the United Wizards Guard has taken up this part of the authority.

Cyril Marshall, a lady of forty-five years old at the time, is currently in charge of the captain of the guard.

This lady is from Italy. She had worked in the International Federation of Wizards for more than ten years.

As a spokesperson, Ms. Marshall said: The actual control of the guards will be handed over to the International Federation of Wizards, and the following branch powers will be controlled by the Ministry of Magic of each country.

She is temporarily in charge of the tedious matters at the beginning of the establishment of the **** team. The new captain will be re-selected at the subsequent United Wizards Conference, and the team captains of various countries will also be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for internal selection.

The Ministry of Magic is also responsible for the selection of the guards, and they will only send a few old members to provide advice.

Hermione quickly read the entire report, and she said thoughtfully: "If the power is completely divided, then maybe the establishment of the Wizards United Guard is a good thing?"

Shawn shook his head: "They have done too much before, it's hard not to doubt the purity of their purpose, and the attitudes of the Ministry of Magic of various countries have changed too quickly. To be honest, I don't believe that no one is putting pressure on them."

"Then what is the purpose of this guard?" Hermione frowned.

"The new power holders want to gain more voice, and this new official force was established just for this..."

And it may be more than that... Sean frowned slightly, and gently stroked the blank space of a line of words with his fingers grasping the newspaper.

"...Ms. Marshall said that in addition to the current social security in the wizarding world, the United Wizarding Guard will also launch an action to pursue accountability for old cases. We will thoroughly investigate forgotten and concealed cases in the past, and re-arrest those wizards who escaped punishment for full accountability. We welcome and encourage all wizards to send us letters through owls to provide evidence that someone violated wizarding laws, whether it is for personal fairness or for the security and stability of the wizarding society—"

"The wizarding world has been outdated for a long time, and there are countless unfair, harsh, and outdated laws and regulations. Our goal is to return all wizards to a fair, just and open public security environment. Protecting the legitimate rights and interests of all people will be the lifelong code of conduct of the guards."

In the most conspicuous position of the newspaper, a middle-aged witch with a serious expression and firm eyes was giving an impassioned speech. She waved her hands again and again in the black-and-white picture, and described the direction and rules of action of the United Wizards Guard to the reporters and ordinary wizards below.

Hermione turned over a few pages of the newspaper, looked up and said: "There is only a rough introduction, and there is no report on the detailed background of this Ms. Marshall."

"It's normal, this is not an open election, and this lady is only serving as the temporary captain of the guard."

Hermione frowned in dissatisfaction. Under Sean's influence, she was far less superstitious about authority than when she first entered school, and she and Sean had deduced the general context behind the arrest of pure-blood wizards together.

The girl thinks that the establishment of the guards is the result of some wizards with malicious intentions, and she will be upset.

"What's the temporary captain, Sean, you and I both know that no matter whether you change or not, the position of captain will definitely not be a selfless guy..." Hermione muttered dissatisfied.

"But we can't change anything, Hermione, you've been worrying too much lately, and you should leave what you should do to the person who should do it—this kind of thing should be something people at Professor Dumbledore's level need to be related to." Sean persuaded.

Daisy has been grabbing the side of the sandwich bread, and will ask in a low voice: "Sean, Hermione, will this United Wizards Guard be like my dad?"

Sean turned his head and spread his hands towards her: "Of course we hope that those people can be like your father."

Hermione said: "I just hope..."

"There's no need to be so pessimistic and sensitive, Hermione, the fire won't burn us, and let's talk about it - Mr. Fudge is just like this..."

While several junior wizards were discussing the current major events in the wizarding world in various tones, the basement floor of a certain castle in Switzerland was undergoing fiery renovation.

The house elves are constantly using magic under the command of the master. Various woods and steel plates are floating in the sky. After the construction is completed, wizards will come forward to cast reinforcement and defense magic.

At the end of the corridor that had already begun to take shape, there were several wizards with top hats sitting in a hidden conference room.

They all had the insignia of the Wizards' United Guard tattooed on their chests: a cross of wands and knight's swords, surrounded by golden rays of light.

The leading middle-aged woman just appeared on the front pages of newspapers around the world. At this time, she folded her arms and was discussing matters with the rest of the people.

"Is someone chosen to succeed me?" she asked.

A middle-aged male wizard said: "The International Federation of Wizards is still discussing, but the candidates have basically been determined, and those candidates are within our expectations."

Some other wizards laughed: "The judgment is very accurate-the people they pick are all carved out of the same mold."

"Unsteady stand, not outstanding views, not sharp thinking, incapable of changing the status quo, well-recognized as manipulative - and able to accept guidance. Ha, isn't he the perfect candidate?"

All the wizards here laughed lightly,

Marshall, the leader, tapped the table lightly: "Don't let your guard down, Lynch, send someone to contact again to make sure there is no accident."

A slightly younger wizard nodded.

After a few more instructions, the few people talked about the future course of action, and their voices became smaller and smaller.

"...we need to build civic trust... let's take the big fish first."

"The benefits are worth looking forward to, but you need to pay attention to the rebound of those people..."

"Let's make a list, one last check..."

"...these are good, but should the British choose the Malfoy family?"

"...wait for now, news will come soon..."

A group of people discussed the "suitable candidate" in low voices, and after arriving at a satisfactory answer, Ms. Marshall took a deep breath and murmured: "Then it will be him..."

The word "he" seemed to have magical powers, and the atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly stiffened.

The original heated discussion stopped, and many people made small movements unnaturally. After a long time, the middle-aged wizard thought about it and said: "Cyril, are we, are we really going to do this?"

Cyril Marshall glanced at the other party, she lowered her eyes, covered the expression in her eyes, and said in a calm voice: "This is something that has been decided long ago."

"But..." Many people showed hesitation.

Marshall raised his hand to support the slightly tilted peaked hat, and said in a flat tone, "The meaning of our existence is to eliminate all unstable factors."

"The question is, does it work..."

"I'll know if it's useful until you do it. Okay, colleagues, raise your heads and follow the original plan," Marshall stood up, "I have to find a few people..."

…

The British Ministry of Magic, the Department of International Magical Cooperation located on the fifth basement floor has recently opened up a new area - the United Kingdom Office of the Wizards' United Guardians.

At this time, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, was walking to his office, accompanied by his secretary and a wizard wearing glasses.

Stopping in front of the gate with the wand crossed with the sword of the knight, Fudge turned around and said with a smile: "James, when this new department was established, I immediately thought of you. Frankly speaking, I originally wanted you to take over as the head of the Auror office after Kingsley was promoted, but there are no vacancies in the department recently, and you have been buried as an ordinary Auror..."

James Potter smiled: "I think that Aurors have no division of power, everyone is the same, and I am willing to shine in any position in any capacity."

"Of course, of course, every Auror is worthy of respect-you know, James, I mean you should give full play to your abilities, the head of the UK office of the United Wizards Guard, I think this position is very suitable for you."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Minister, but I think there are still many members in the department who have more experience and seniority than me who can be competent..."

Fudge interrupted him, and then pointed at James pretending to be reproachful: "This time the personnel change is decided like this. Is my minister not good at speaking?"

"That's not what I meant, sir."

"I understand," Fudge smiled again, "James, the social security of the British wizarding world will depend on you."

"...I will try my best."

When Fudge and his secretary left, James took a deep look at each other's back, then pushed the door and walked in.

A team of ten is waiting for him inside.

"Mr. James Potter?" A man came up.

"Yes, I will be in charge of the new office from now on." James shook hands with the other party.

While listening to the other party's introduction, while flipping through the information books of his subordinates, James nodded from time to time and asked a few questions from time to time.

After a while, the tall wizard named Chizz Poulsen finished his introduction, and James looked at him: "Mr. Poulsen, do we need to add five more players?"

"That's right, according to past experience, each country office has at least 15 team members, so as to cope with various situations in normal times - of course, we also need to have a group of civilian staff."

James nodded: "I see, you have experience, next time I will take you to the selection."

Poulsen scratched his cheek honestly and said: "Mr. Potter, you are the person in charge now, and I will leave the team selection to you. I will be in charge of daily affairs and provide some past experience."

James glanced at the other party, then slightly raised his brows and said with a smile: "Okay, then it's settled, and we will cooperate well in the future."

"Of course."

The two smiled and shook hands again.

When all ten team members went out to familiarize themselves with their positions, James took out his wand and waved it, and a silver stag ran out from the tip of the wand.

Jaime waved his wand again and said a few words to his Patronus, and the stag bounded through the wall and disappeared into thin air.

…

That night, Sean got the latest news from the British Ministry of Magic from Bella.

"Harry's father is the person in charge of the United Kingdom Office of the Wizarding Guards?" Sean lay on the bed pondering the latest news.

This is a way of unfolding that he hadn't thought of.

According to his and Hermione's guesses, there is one or several mysterious people who control everything behind the Wizards United Guard, and there is a high probability that the other party has malicious intentions.

It is impossible for this kind of person to know nothing about Dumbledore's interpersonal relationship. After all, if the other party wants to do something in the UK, they will always have to cross the mountain of Dumbledore.

The Potter family has a close relationship with Dumbledore. Although neither side has made a public statement, they have not deliberately concealed it. It will not be very difficult to investigate.

And now, such an important position as the head of the British office has been handed over to James without hindrance—this can almost be regarded as being handed over to Dumbledore.

If the other party wants to make some small moves through this office, it is unrealistic to hide it from their new immediate boss, that is to say, their small moves will be fully revealed in front of Dumbledore.

This is unscientific... Sean frowned and muttered.

Unless both my own and Hermione's judgments are wrong—the United Wizards Guard is dedicated to the people, and they want to change the bad atmosphere of the wizarding society. They really want to fight for more rights and interests for commoner wizards~IndoMTL.com~So, it is natural to hand over the position of the person in charge to James.

No... Sean narrowed his eyes. Bella's message also mentioned that James was directly employed by Fudge, and he just held a discussion meeting with several senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in a fake manner, and James' appointment letter came down directly.

This is not in line with the status quo, especially the news that Dumbledore is dissatisfied with Fudge has already spread in the UK. According to Fudge's character, he will not think about repairing the relationship between the two. Suppressing Dumbledore is the politician's first choice.

If Fudge is forced to, it means that James' appointment is intentional—but Sean still doesn't understand why the other party put Dumbledore's confidant in such a key position...

A few days later, Sean saw a new message.

"Wizards United Guards—Strike hard! Jobs Aiken, the uncle of the current head of the French Aiken family, was arrested in his villa in Paris for illegal acts fifteen years ago!"

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