MM Racing Chapter 188 Praise?
Chapter 188 Praise?
Chapter 188 Praise?
"These methods are essential for achieving great things."
"To control the Magical Congress, and thus kill a newborn Kirin?" Dumbledore glared at him. "If it were Ryan, he would never have done that in that situation."
Gale agreed with Dumbledore's assessment: "I agree. He has shown us how to unite a group of people and then directly remove the Minister of Magic from office."
"In reality, what Lane most wanted to do was to directly confront the British Ministry of Magic, eliminate all the forces Fudge could rely on in front of everyone, and then install his own people in power," Dumbledore said. "His most instinctive reaction was to solve problems with violence. It was only because of me and all the professors who taught him that he was able to try to solve problems within the rules to some extent."
Gail clicked his tongue in amazement. Back when he was a disgraced disciple of Temstrong, he wasn't this violent. He always tried to solve problems with non-magical means, just without giving up on magical methods. He had a flexible strategy.
He felt that Ryan was also quite stubborn, believing that violence could solve everything.
Beside him, Dumbledore's expression at this moment was different from what Lane thought Dumbledore was worried about him going astray.
Dumbledore was now somewhat worried: "Now that the Squibs are united around him, the landscape of the wizarding world has changed. You know those wizards who hold power; in terms of personal character, whether they are noble or despicable, they will all bare their fangs at any player who intrudes into this game. Alas—what's next?"
Without even thinking, Gale blurted out the answer: "It's simple. Those powerful wizards won't target Ryan because he's our student, inherently invincible. Choosing Ryan as an opponent would be humiliating for them."
"But those Squibs, weak and ignorant, are a naturally disadvantaged group. Even if Ryan takes their education and upbringing into account, it will take time, but those crocodiles who smell blood won't give him that time."
Dumbledore strongly agreed with Gale's assessment, because he thought the same thing.
He knew that Lane would definitely find someone with status and ability to help the Squirts and ensure that they had the right to learn and grow, such as by establishing schools and setting up a system of rights and responsibilities for them.
However, when faced with spontaneous actions from the global magical community's power structure, only Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel's reputations could suppress them; no one else could do so.
More importantly, the Squibs are weak and vulnerable. Even if they can use magic with the help of external forces, they are still a very weak group.
A small group with enormous interests.
It's not a very difficult true/false question.
Because the International Court of Wizardry, Wizengamot, is composed of highly respected old wizards, its work is not very efficient, and it has not yet been able to push through legislation concerning the Minister of Magic's inaction during his term of office.
So, at this moment, Fudge is unemployed at home, living in constant anxiety, worried that he will be found guilty of some serious crime and thrown into Azkaban.
This waiting is a daily torment.
It's hard to say that this wasn't intentional torture of Fudge.
His most frequent activity now is reading the Daily Prophet, which he has read countless times, hoping to deduce Wizengamot's movements from it.
When the Daily Prophet was delivered by owl, he dashed to the window, snatched the newspaper, and startled the white owl, which hooted fiercely and pounded on Fudge's windowpane.
But Fudge wasn't in the mood to pay attention to a frightened owl.
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I saw in the Daily Prophet that people from all walks of life were celebrating the birth of the Gold Wizard.
"A magic wizard? What's that?"
Fudge was extremely puzzled. Why add a prefix to a wizard's name?
And what exactly is "magic gold"?
He looked down and saw an article in the People's Daily that described in detail the birth of the Magician Wizard.
When did our magical history begin? Perhaps it dates back to a thousand years BC. But throughout these thousands of years, has anyone ever cared about Squibs? They are all our relatives and friends! They are all our compatriots!
[But for thousands of years. For thousands of years, the Squibs have been oppressed and exploited! They have been wantonly humiliated, and not considered to belong to the magical world!]
But some are different! Some have the world in their hearts! Some hope that all magicians can live better lives!
He improved the wizards' communications, bringing about extraordinary changes. He studied the Squibs, enabling them to embrace the light.
"It's Ryan Wales again—" Fudge took off his hat and twirled it nervously in his hand.
Although Sterlinger, Larvin, and others had saved him, he now hated Crouch of the Ministry of Magic the most.
However, this does not mean that he is not wary of Ryan, because even though he is no longer in power, he still dreams of one day being able to take over his position.
He read the Daily Prophet articles again carefully and found that many of them were written by unknown individuals or were simply anonymous.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, put the wizard's hat that was hovering anxiously in his hand back aside, and began to read the article published in the Daily Prophet.
While immersing himself in the research, the former Minister of Magic regained his rationality.
He discovered that almost all the articles were praises of Lane, so much so that even he, who frequently interacted with Umbridge, found them nauseating.
He acknowledged that Lane's act of allowing the Squibs to cast spells was groundbreaking. But this praise wasn't limited to just the Squibs' spellcasting.
The accolades cover everything Ryan has been involved in, from his communications business empire to his prophetic abilities.
Moreover, there are two main characters who can cast magic with a squid: the creator and the person involved.
However, all the articles only mentioned the creators, glossing over the people involved and considering these duds as "lucky ones".
"Lucky ones—are not necessarily lucky. Geniuses shrouded in praise are not necessarily infallible—this is undeniable praise that leads to destruction, and also a strategy of downplaying the important aspects in preparation for dividing up these lucky ones later."
Fudge was merely mediocre; he possessed the most basic sense of smell and sensitivity, otherwise he could not have risen to the position of Minister of Magic.
He made the same judgment as Dumbledore: that the sharks, smelling blood, would try to take a piece of this untold cake. The difference was that he believed Lane would make a mistake amidst the praise.
Dumbledore, however, thought not.
He dejectedly tossed the Daily Prophet aside. He had long since lost his bargaining chip in this grand feast, destined to be nothing more than a sober spectator.
"Crouch, you've had a lucky break this time!"