novelraw Chapter 227 Welding Topic (Catching Bugs)
Chapter 227 Welding Topic (Catching Bugs)
Scrimgeour didn't speak for a long time, staring at Harry with hawk-like eyes, Harry wondered if he had the same look before arresting him?
"Using your influence to manipulate the judiciary?" He snorted coldly, "Should I say you are very talented in politics, Miss Potter?"
"It's just asking for a small medal with no practical use for a dead person, not to mention manipulating justice." Harry said calmly: "We have evidence that Regulus turned his back on the dark in the end, and in order to defeat Voldemort And at the cost of our lives, Dumbledore and I will testify for Regulus."
She continued her efforts, "Since the Ministry of Magic has the ability to convince the public that Dumbledore is a lunatic and I am a savage young lady last year, you will naturally let everyone pay for the heroic deeds of a young Death Eater—wrap it up, Invite a sensational writer, your propaganda department must know better than me."
"You know, I did not slander you and Dumbledore," Scrimgeour said slowly.
"I know that these are Fudge's means, and you don't bother to participate, but some of the techniques are still worth learning from."
"In the current context of Voldemort's resurrection and everyone's insecurity, the Ministry of Magic will need more positive incitement stories; and, just imagine - a contender for the Ministry of Magic has rehabilitated the teenage hero, and I hand you one A weapon to increase approval ratings." Harley raised her head and smiled, she was not used to this method of using political power to gain certain benefits for herself, to be honest.
Hope she didn't sell herself.
She had noticed just now that Scrimgeour, unlike most wizards, flinched when she heard her call Voldemort by his name, and he only frowned slightly. This alone gave Harry a certain natural liking for him.
"I will investigate the evidence you provided. If all goes well, I will give Regulus Black a third class medal of Sir Merlin."
Harry was quite satisfied with Scrimgeour's answer, and the other party did not accept all requests without doubt in order to gain her support.only--
"Level three?" Who are you going to send?Harley protested, "I won't take it."
"Level [-]." She held out a finger.
"Level [-]? Impossible!" Scrimgeour shook his head.The bargaining begins.
"...Level [-], it can't be higher." He said.
Harry looked at Scrimgeour, who was determined not to let go, the second level seemed to be the bottom line of this guy.
"...Okay. It's settled." Harry sighed, "Before I express my support for you, the award of this medal must be published in the newspaper."
Sirius should be able to give up his plan to surrender himself for Regulus.
It's just that the reputation of the godfather is much more difficult to restore than Regulus.People are more tolerant of the dead, and this underlying thinking is not only among wizards, but also among Muggles.
Fortunately, Sirius didn't care much about his innocence, at least on the surface; and now he was acting with Zatanna and the others, and his life was quite fulfilling and happy.
The medal awarded to the deceased in name, in a sense, is actually awarded to the living, to comfort family members and friends who have lost their loved ones, as a means of consolation—Ta’s death is for a greater career.
But almost everyone will be willing to exchange the so-called medals for a still or relative.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Scrimgeour—
"Before we cooperate, there is a question I must ask - are you Dumbledore's man? If you are, any cooperation between us must be put into question. In opposing your principal's excessive interference in politics, I And Fudge actually holds the same view."
Harry blinked and said candidly, "I have a lot of respect for Dumbledore, he was a great headmaster. But I'm my own man."*
If one had to discern where her allegiance belonged to... well, she was Batman's.
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Another Hogsmeade weekend has arrived, watching the joyous crowds coming and going on the street, Harry feels vaguely worried while relaxing.
Malfoy swore that Voldemort, who had been revived, seemed to have completely disappeared in Britain, and even in Europe, for several months.
But the exploding underground of Gringotts and the dead goblin will never be an accident.
Professor Snape also said that Malfoy replied to his letter, saying that his family was doing well in the United States.
And she didn't receive any letter from Draco, not even a short message, so Harry was slightly surprised.But she was immediately relieved that she and Draco Malfoy weren't very close friends in the first place.
Along with Queenie and Hermione, Harry bought some stationery, books, and cosmetics, and bought candy from Honeydukes to send home; she was about to propose to go to the Three Broomsticks, but Queenie and Hermione hesitated, Said George and Ron were still waiting for them.
George and Queenie made an appointment to go to Zuko's joke store, so-called "investigating the business environment of similar stores"; Hermione... Hermione didn't say what they were going to do with Ron, and Harry suspected that their destination was the Three Broomsticks .
"So you left the two of them on purpose, and walked with me selflessly first?" Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Hmm...it's not as clear as you said...it's clear, we want to go shopping with you too." Queenie smiled.
Harry suddenly realized that he was a shining light bulb, interfering with other young couples' dates, so he curled his lips and waved his hands, "You guys go to George and Ron, I happen to... well, I have something to do too."
Pushing away Queenie and Hermione, Harry wandered around Hogsmeade alone for a while, horrified to find that once she was no longer with her companions, others would come to ask her for autographs...or even take photos...
Harley reluctantly refused Colin Creevey's request for a group photo again, "I'm not feeling well, I'm going back to school..." Then she ran back to school as if fleeing for her life.
There was no one in the dormitory, so Harry took out his textbook, read it for a while, then took out the double-sided mirror in a daze.
It's past four o'clock in the UK, and she can finally talk to Damian when he's in good spirits during the day.
When the two-way mirror was switched on, Harry saw darkness.
After Damian fixed the position of the mirror and kept away from the mirror, she realized that what she saw just now were Damian's clothes.
He's wearing a black T-shirt and pants, with a push-up protective visor over his head, and the vast expanse of the Batcave behind him suggests he's at work.
"The plane was attacked last night. I have to repair it. Talk while repairing?" Damian asked.
"No problem!" Harry realized that he might be overjoyed, because... She likes watching Damian work the most...
Since Damian was 15 or 6 years old, he has not boasted much, and he seldom talks about his doctorate in economics.It's a pity for Harry, he's so good.Totally boastful.
In the year when Uncle Bruce was away, Damian invented the Batmobile for Dick, which can be used for water, land and air. Although the appearance is exaggerated, it broke through the technical problems that Uncle Bruce had encountered bottlenecks.
"Cover your eyes." Damian put down his protective mask, climbed onto the maintenance stand, and began to repair the plane.
Harry didn't listen to him, and the harmful ultraviolet laser light of the laser cutter couldn't penetrate the lens.
So she saw that when Damian was exerting strength...the arms that filled the sleeves of the black T-shirt, and the waist that supported the whole body and fixed the position...
She finally understood why those male strip parties were welding and repairing themed.
He cut around the part of the plane's skin that was nearly pierced by the bullet hole, then he put down the laser cutter and pushed the piece of skin without moving.So he supported the fence of the maintenance stand, his lower body easily volleyed into the air, somersaulted, kicked there, and the metal skin finally loosened.
"Informants have provided information that a new underground force has risen in the old city of Gotham." Damian said relaxedly to Harry after he landed slowly, "I've been tracking and investigating this recently."
"Huh?" Harry had already lost his mind, "Oh..."