Chapter 788: Chapter 788

Felix didn't mention one thing, even after the negotiation results were out for a long time, the wizarding world wouldn't fully open up to the outside but would establish several communication channels. For example, build a small island.

"This leads to the second reason," he raised a finger, "since the magical world is not just inhabited by wizards, there must be other voices. As negotiations progress, the Muggle government's understanding of the magical world will also increase, and they may bypass wizards to negotiate separately with other races, offering benefits, attempting to win them over... I am particularly concerned about the position of the fairies. Therefore, the establishment of the Pan-Magic Alliance is imperative."

The conversation continued, but Harry quietly pulled Hermione and Ron's sleeves, they backed away, and Neville hesitated before following. Harry was about to speak when Ginny emerged from thin air, her hair disheveled as if she had just been in a fight.

"I shook off Mum," she said calmly.

Neville was dumbfounded; having stayed at the Blacks' for a while before fifth year, he was not unfamiliar with Mrs. Weasley's scenes of anger. He privately expressed his awe of Mrs. Weasley to Harry, using words like "reminds me of my grandmother."

Ron gave a thumbs-up. Ginny rolled her eyes at him.

"Alright, enough goofing around. Harry, what do you want to say?" Hermione asked.

"We should go ask the other sixth and seventh-year students," Harry whispered, "to see if they have any plans for summer internships, jot down their names, it might come in handy. You heard it, the Ministry will be busy in the coming days."

"Is that feasible?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"Unless they're cowards," Ginny said.

"Don't say that, Ginny," Harry shook his head, "everyone's different." He remembered the diverse array of people he saw in Dumbledore's Pensieve, some wizards avoiding war and fame, yet excelling in other fields.

"Let's start with members of the Frontline Watch and the Magical Literature Club," Harry concluded.

They dispersed, each holding a piece of parchment, stealthily seeking their targets. They did this with a sense of nobility, and when they gathered again, they had a handful of names.

"If half of the people on this list respond, it'll be a great help," Harry said happily.

"At least there's some good news," Hermione smiled too.

At this point, Ron hesitated, and the others looked at him puzzled. He mumbled, "Um... I'm not sure if it's good news or not, but..."

"Ron, stop keeping us in suspense!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Alright," Ron whispered, "follow me." Leading a few people out of the hall, he stood on the stone steps, the sunlight outside a bit dazzling. He took a deep breath, gripping his wand tightly.

To the astonishment of everyone, he transformed into a sleek, shiny hunting dog.

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"That's so cool," Harry said sincerely, "you've mastered the Animagus transformation."

Hermione patted the dog's head, smiling brightly, "When did you manage to do this?"

"Congratulations," Neville said.

The dog playfully circled around them, and suddenly Harry felt a strong desire. He glanced back surreptitiously, the entrance hall behind him empty, and he transformed into a stag. Soon after, Neville and Hermione also transformed into Animagi.

Ginny looked around, realizing she was the only one still human, and couldn't help but pout.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley," came Felix's voice from afar, "I'm paying attention, and if I'm not mistaken, Ginny should—uh, am I at the zoo?"

Ginny abruptly turned her head, her hands tightly gripping the antlers of a stag as if she were about to wrestle it, while a tabby cat, a hunting dog, and a beaver watched with interest. Of course, they all turned their heads too, now staring at Professor Harp and Mrs. Weasley, with Sirius and Turpin trailing behind them.

A dark figure dashed out—it was Sirius, who had transformed into a large black dog covered in coarse fur before anyone could react, frolicking and jumping around them, looking immensely pleased.

This transformation silenced Mrs. Weasley, who had been about to speak. Her lips tightened, and fury flashed in her eyes.

As if things weren't chaotic enough, Felix coughed lightly and pulled a silver pocket watch from his pocket. He popped open the cover, pretended to check the time, but in the next moment, a Niffler burst out of it.

Valen scrambled up Felix's shoulder, using both hands and feet, and only then did it have time to notice the people around. Its expression froze immediately.

The clock chimed eleven times, echoing through the corridors. The Prime Minister, having just survived a hectic day and seen off several ministers, finally found himself alone in his office. He took off his glasses and sank wearily into his chair.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but with such a major event unfolding, there had to be some commotion on the "other side." So he adamantly refused a few aides, even though his mind was blank, knowing he was about to face questioning from parliament.

A soft cough came from behind.

The Prime Minister froze. Despite experiencing such occurrences several times in his career, he could never get used to them, nor did he think he ever would. He could almost imagine, behind the dirty painting that no amount of effort could clean, a small man with silver hair, resembling a frog, staring at him.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Requesting an urgent meeting. Please respond immediately. Faithfully, Bonham."

"Alright, alright, I agree," the Prime Minister said, muttering under his breath, "As if my refusal would make any difference." Then his eyes involuntarily fixed on the fireplace, where emerald flames blazed, and a woman with a monocle stepped out, her expression stern.

The Prime Minister recognized her—the other minister, the one who replaced Fudge. They had met twice before, the first time when Bonham took office. The Prime Minister had a decent impression of her; she always had a stern face, but at least she wasn't as arrogant as her predecessor, willing to answer his questions rather than look at him like an idiot.

He stood up, adopting an expression of indignation—he felt entirely justified, but his anger froze as the flames rose once more, and a young man appeared, surveying the room with interest. After a couple of seconds, he leisurely stepped out of the fireplace with long strides.

Suddenly, a thought popped into the Prime Minister's mind: Is the current minister about to step down, and is this young man her successor? Did the turnover of power in the magical world happen so swiftly?

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