allendalepharm Chapter 138 As your test subject!
Chapter 138 As your test subject!
Chapter 138 As your test subject!
Lockhart was reluctant to leave the Department of Mysteries and took Crabbe to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic building for an interview with reporters, but unexpectedly, Minister Fudge took him to the Department of Mysteries alone again.
He left those journalists and other groups to Umbridge to deal with.
They passed through the circular room filled with doors again and arrived at another place where various types of coffins were displayed.
It's both quiet and noisy here, as if a never-ending cold wind is howling in your ears.
Fudge carried an old-fashioned kerosene lamp, its warm yellow light warding off the approaching chilling winds.
Lockhart followed behind him and could feel that the ground beneath his feet was no longer the brick and stone ground unique to the Department of Mysteries, but rather humus-like soil that resembled that of a forest.
He didn't know why Fudge had brought him here, but he looked around curiously.
There is even a very large coffin made of gold, big enough to hold an entire fire dragon.
"There's a giant inside, Julianna Evans, that's her name." Fudge stopped when he saw Lockhart's curiosity.
Pointing to a sign nearby, he explained, "The unique magic here is enough to preserve these corpses, keeping them as alive as they were just before they died."
Even if this is a giant from three hundred years ago.
Lockhart gasped in surprise, looking around as if he had entered a giant funeral home.
Fudge continued to lead him deeper into the darkness, carrying the oil lamp. At this moment, the eerie wind in the shadows subsided, replaced by a thick fog. Just a whiff of it was enough to give one the illusion of suffocation, dizziness, or even mental disorientation.
"Damn it!" Fudge quickly adjusted the oil lamp to make it brighter, finally saving the two from the harm of the fog.
"The Bloodline Hall hasn't been tended by anyone for over eighty years. Even such an important oil lamp is starting to have minor problems." He noticed Lockhart had quietly drawn his wand and quickly warned, "Don't cast anything like the Bubble Charm! The wind and mist will attack the caster!"
Lohat nodded, gesturing to the black soil beneath his feet, "Actually, the ground can too."
Fudge paused for a moment, looked down blankly, and swallowed hard. It seemed he didn't know much about this place either.
The two continued walking forward. In the mist, they could vaguely see many huge figures moving, but there was no sound at all. The surrounding silence was so profound that it sent chills down their spines.
As he went further, he could no longer see not only the people around him, but even the ground itself. Lockhart could only follow the orange-red lights in the fog as he walked forward.
at last.
A three-story cabin, resembling an enlarged version of a cabin in the woods, appeared before us, covering an area of over a hundred square meters.
The wooden house has few windows, but each one emits a similar orange-red glow.
"We're here." Fudge's voice seemed to come from a very distant place, and you could tell he was also relieved.
Carrying an oil lamp, they opened the door to the wooden cabin, revealing a cozy interior. The warm glow of the fireplace dispelled the chill that had somehow crept onto their bodies.
Entering the room and closing the door, Fudge led him up the wooden stairs on the first floor, which resembled a cozy home.
Pushing open a trapdoor, I climbed up to the second floor, which looked like a hospital ward, filled with various iron beds, on which werewolves were bound with dragon skin restraints.
This scene was actually quite creepy. They continued to walk up and eventually arrived at the third floor.
The third floor was completely empty, except for the windows on all four sides. Looking out from these windows, all the mist disappeared, and one could clearly see the arrangement of countless coffins.
"What do you think of this place?" Fudge suddenly asked.
Lockhart looked somewhat bewildered, unsure why he was bringing this up, and simply observed him curiously. "The Bloodline Hall? Right, that's the name you just mentioned. Is this where bloodlines are studied?"
Fudge nodded. "This little house we're in is actually a dark wizard laboratory that the Ministry of Magic moved entirely from deep in the Alps to study werewolf bloodlines."
"There is no evidence that werewolves were born in this house, but this is the earliest evidence of werewolf research that the Ministry of Magic in the world could find."
He gestured for Lockhart to look at the coffins outside the window. "What is the difference between wizard blood and Muggle blood? What is the difference between the bloodlines of wizards and magical creatures, giants, Veela, goblins, and even house-elves, and these other beings?"
"This is something many wizards have always longed to know."
"Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic has always been short of talent in this area. Those who are willing to conduct experiments in this area are actually evil dark wizards who are eager to use these experiments to achieve some ulterior motives, rather than truly exploring the depth and breadth of life."
"The Bloodline Hall of the Department of Mysterious Affairs was originally established through a collective donation from the Twenty-Eight Holy Pure-Blood Families. They were eager to unravel the mystery of why geniuses were more likely to emerge from their families, and also hoped to avoid the current situation where more and more of their descendants had intellectual disabilities."
"The Weasley family, you know them, right? They're the envy of everyone now, almost all of their descendants are geniuses." Fudge didn't seem envious when he mentioned this. "There's an old Eastern saying that things, once they reach their extreme, will go to another extreme. I and many others don't actually have a good outlook on the Weasley family's future."
"A blood marriage between purebloods," Lockhart shrugged. "That's a situation that even a Muggle would realize is problematic."
Fudge nodded, a mocking smile on his face, and gestured for Lockhart to look at the coffins below. "You know what? These pure-blood families of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clans have no desire to be tainted by the non-magical bloodlines of Muggles. When it comes to resolving the issue of inbreeding, they prefer to mate with wild beasts."
"It is said that the Malfoy family once had designs on the dragon."
Lockhart's expression became somewhat tense. This topic wasn't really suitable for casual conversation, especially since he himself was still pondering the matter of breeding dark magic creatures, drawing on his experience in breeding magical creatures.
"I intend to hand this over to you." Fudge turned to Lockhart. "Many people make the Department of Mysteries seem very mysterious. Some say it's an alliance between the Departments of Mysteries of various Ministries of Magic, above the Ministry of Magic itself, a distributed international organization—or something like that."
He waved his hand. "But actually, if you just look at the source of the funds, right? Look at the accounts. It's that simple. People can easily find out that the Mysterious Affairs Department is actually supported by the Twenty-Eight Holy Pureblood Families and other pureblood families that retain wealth and influence."
"However, they don't trust each other, which often leaves the Bureau of Mysteries in a state that they can't fundamentally influence."
"Such a disconnect between funding and control is actually quite common; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a good example."
"Once this is figured out, people will easily understand whether the Minister of Magic has any way to influence the Department of Mysteries." Fudge smiled slightly, gesturing to everything in front of him. "I can secure most of the support to place you here as the head of the Bloodline Hall of the Department of Mysteries."
"With your position here, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and its subordinate agencies, the Wizengamot Court and the Auror Office, will no longer be able to restrict you, because you are on equal footing with them; the Merfolk have this privilege."
"Of course, the Minister's office can request the Wiesengamo Tribunal to investigate the 'confidentiality of the Zangmer people,' it's not without restrictions, but you can also disregard them."
"At the same time, you don't need to take orders from anyone. I won't assign you any tasks, and no one in the Ministry of Magic has the right to assign tasks to the Merlin. Of course, you will find that some people from large families will come to talk to you."
"If you have a good talk with them and are willing to conduct research in a certain direction under their influence, your research will receive a lot of resources." He chuckled. "If you don't have a good talk with them, don't worry, they can't do anything to you."
"This arrangement—"
Fudge looked intently at Lockhart. "Would you like it?"
Lockhart really likes it.
He didn't actually have a complete plan for the future. After his term as Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor ended, he didn't have many ideas about where to go.
Looking at all this now, to be honest, I'm a little tempted.
In particular, when he looked at the open trapdoor to the side, which revealed the werewolves downstairs, it couldn't have been more perfect for his upcoming research.
"The Ministry of Magic will issue a warrant for Corban Yaxley's arrest!" Fudge added, "That's how Game of Thrones works."
A bet's a bet, and no family will speak up for him now. Back then, Barty Crouch Jr. and a whole bunch of the Holy Twenty-Eight were still imprisoned in Azkaban.
"But Coban Yaxley will not be imprisoned in Azkaban."
He tapped the wall of the cabin with his large fingers. "It will be sent here as a werewolf—"
With that, Fudge looked up at the tall Lockhart, "As your test subject!"
"No one can control what you do to him. Whatever you do, it will all be within the protection framework of the Ministry of Magic."
You can freely try out all your ideas.
hiss~~~
Lockhart gasped.