Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Chapter 116 Letter from the Ministry of Magic

Just as the system previously reminded, the three angel wings obtained in the mission world were not brought out by Eric. There is no record of this in either the skill bar or the log.

Smacking his lips in regret, Eric took out the bullets he had collected from the arsenal and loaded the Whisper pistol for the first time.

With a click, the magazines popped out from both sides of the pistol handle and were automatically retracted into the gun after being filled with bullets. A message flashed across his eyes.

"Whisper (passive activated): When the user uses this weapon and hits the same target four times in a row within four seconds, the target will be marked in a vulnerable state for ten seconds. During this period, the user will cause it All damage increased by 50%"

Looking at this passive, Eric finally nodded with satisfaction. Compared to the fancy things above, whispering is much better.

In the future, after I learn high-level alchemy, I will see if I can modify this gun so that the bullets are supplied by magic power. In this case, the passive of this gun will be more powerful.

After all, if you quickly reload from both sides of the pistol, it will take at least one second. (Vadi Wasi Curse)

Aiming out the window, he softly imitated the sound of banging gunshots.

Pu Rongrong, who had a weak sense of presence, looked at the nervous owner at the head of the bed. His big black and white eyes blinked a few times, and he carefully moved back a few centimeters. His straight fur relaxed, and he closed his eyes and fell into into a sleeping state.

Eric finally put away all his things, pulled the quilt and lay down, feeling the soft bed as if he had been away for a long time, yawned and closed his eyes.

……

When the bright morning light entered the dormitory, Eric was the first to wake up lying in bed. After his sixth sense was strengthened, not only his magic power, but also his physical body seemed to be slightly enhanced.

Feeling the abundant strength in his body, he got up first and opened the window.

It finally stopped raining today. Although there were still many white clouds in the sky, at least the sunlight was so sparse that it leaked through the clouds and sprinkled on the green grass.

Looking at such a pleasant scenery, Eric's sense of depression in the mission world finally dissipated.

"Good morning, Eric!"

George yawned and got up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked to Eric's side in one step, sniffed and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's past eight o'clock, what's wrong?" Eric took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and showed it to him.

"Shet, it's eight o'clock!"

George suddenly came to his senses, turned around, rushed to Fred's bedside, and shook him awake.

"Don't bother me, there are no classes today..."

Fred kicked George, turned over with his eyes closed, and muttered: "Let me sleep a little longer."

George continued to pull his quilt angrily, and said reluctantly: "Still sleeping? Didn't Charlie say yesterday that their Quidditch team would have training in the morning, and asked them to go to the stadium at 08:30?"

After hearing George's words, Fred reacted and reluctantly got up, with an expression on his face full of regret. If he had known that it would be so difficult to get up on Saturday, he shouldn't have been as straightforward as he promised to Charlie yesterday.

Li Jordan was also awakened by them. He raised his head and glanced at the three people wearing clothes, then lay down again: "I won't go. I don't want to touch that damn broomstick anymore."

Once bitten by a snake, he had been afraid of ropes for ten years, and the encounter in the flying class last week had made him resist Quidditch. He had not talked with other students in the common room for a week.

The three of them looked at each other and shrugged. When they separated on the first floor, Eric pretended to take out the bread wrapped in parchment paper from his pocket and handed it to the twins.

"Hey, Eric, how did you do this? After leaving it in your clothes overnight, this bread is still so fluffy. Thank you!"

George squeezed the bread and sighed out of curiosity, but at Fred's urging he didn't ask any more questions. He held up the bread and waved goodbye to Eric before rushing out of the castle.

A lot of students have gathered in the auditorium, but they are mainly girls and senior students. The boys in the lower grades usually go to bed very late, especially on weekends when there are no classes, and they are more willing to lie in bed for a longer time. meeting.

However, most of the first-year students from Gryffindor came because they drank Snape's potion yesterday afternoon and had a lot of sleep yesterday. They saw Eric, Jimmy and Alya walking in alone. The man stood up and waved, pulling him to their side.

Jimmy took a pie and devoured it. He also grabbed a sausage with his left hand and stuffed it into his mouth. As a result, he choked because he ate too quickly and coughed up a lot of crumbs of the pie, which made the girls across from him pick it up. He stood up holding the plate.Claire was speechless and handed him a glass of pumpkin juice, frowning and complaining: "Can't you eat more elegantly? Look at Eric."

Jimmy glanced at Eric who was acting gracefully next to him, shook his head, continued to chew on the pie, and muttered at the same time: "That's different, after all, not everyone is Eric, I am me, unique!"

After drinking the last sip of pumpkin juice, Jimmy jumped up from the stool, patted Eric on the shoulder and reminded: "By the way, Foley, Charlie asked me to remind you last night that Gryffindor has Quidditch training today. , if you are interested, go and take a look, our first graders can also participate in the preliminaries next semester, although we will not be able to join the team until next year."

After saying that, Jimmy grabbed another piece of baked potato and ran out of the auditorium.

Jimmy's departure didn't bother anyone, and Eric didn't care about letting him go to Quidditch training. After all, the Quidditch Killer mission reward was a bit useless to him.

The owls once again flew in from the window, bringing various small packages or newspapers, and landed beside the students. Eric took the Daily Prophet from the mouth of a tawny owl and unfolded Looked up.

Although he was away for "a few days" (about half an hour in the main world), compared to major events such as the Dimension Invasion War, the small matter of starting a public opinion war with the Ministry of Magic through newspapers was completely out of the question.

At least now, looking at the article in the Daily Prophet that was still angry at the Ministry of Magic for him, Eric's heart no longer fluctuated at all.

After carefully checking the newspapers several times, a piece of news suddenly caught his attention.

"According to an official from the Ministry of Magic who is not willing to reveal his identity, the Ministry of Magic will compile a new wizarding law after several days of deliberations. Where exactly this new law will apply remains to be followed up by reporters. "

Just as Eric read the message, Alia Spinnet, who was sitting opposite him, knocked on his newspaper and handed over a white envelope: "Eric, you have a letter here."

Eric took it and saw his name written in black ink on the white cover.

"Dear Mr. Foley:

We would like to express our most sincere apologies for the misunderstandings you have suffered before, and sincerely invite you to join the Wizengamot Law Committee as a temporary consultant to participate in the compilation of the new "Law for the Protection and Restraint of Minor Wizards" , the first meeting of this legal proposal will be held on October 10-28, and we look forward to your visit.

Yours truly, Amelia Bones.

Director of Legal Enforcement, Ministry of Magic

High Mage of the Wizengamot. "