aircannonsinc Chapter 252 Deceiving a tough guy into joining the Boxer Rebellion
Chapter 252 Deceiving a tough guy into joining the Boxer Rebellion
Chapter 252 Deceiving a tough guy into joining the Boxer Rebellion
Picking up where we left off, Fred suddenly pulled a Type 54 pistol from his pocket and fired another magic bullet.
Harry, watching clearly from the window, was completely dumbfounded.
Fred put away his gun, blew on the muzzle, and said with a smile, "Please allow me to introduce the Type 54 magic pistol. The bullet has a maximum flight distance of 1,630 meters, and the magazine capacity is eight rounds."
"Each bullet can store a spell in advance. To release the spell, you only need to recite a spell."
"However, one thing must be remembered: you must chant the incantation after pulling the trigger, otherwise there is a risk of the barrel exploding."
After Fred finished speaking, George grabbed Harry's arm with one hand and reached into his pocket with the other, pulling out a three-inch-long brass tube with spiral patterns engraved on the outside, which he then waved in front of Harry.
"Order the Magic Pistol now and enjoy a 10% discount, plus a free universal silencer that can be used with both pistols and wands."
"Think about it, some spells make quite a commotion. If you're planning to do something shady, this silencer could greatly reduce your chances of going to jail."
Harry exclaimed, "You two brothers are truly remarkable! Your methods are ingenious and masterful!"
"When I first saw Mr. Liu's gun, I wondered what it would be like if this thing were combined with magic."
"Today we've truly seen the real deal."
When Fred and George heard these words, it was as if they had drunk a glass of ice water on a sweltering summer day, and their hearts were filled with comfort and pleasure.
Fred shook his head and said, "Don't be so formal, boss~"
"Without your investment, we wouldn't have the funds to buy raw materials and for Mr. Liu to learn the technology."
At this point, Harry suddenly had a thought and asked, "Could it be that my two brothers have used all my money to study this wondrous art?"
"So, you've stopped running that magic trick business?"
Upon hearing this, Fred and George's faces flushed red and then turned pale, and they stared at each other, speechless.
It should be noted that Harry's previous act of generosity was clearly intended to support their magic trick business.
Who would have thought that a year has passed, and not only has the workshop not opened, but the things they are now handling are now a far cry from magical tricks.
Moreover, the gold had already been spent like water, and now the coffers were empty, so there wasn't even a penny of interest to give him.
Fred felt a little guilty, so he rubbed his nose twice and forced a smile, saying, "Actually, the store will still be open, but we've upgraded the products."
George looked up at the sky and mumbled a reply, "From prank toys to mechanical magic creations."
"And the target audience has been changed again."
"From students to the Order of the Phoenix."
"Finally, we also made some adjustments to the company name."
"They switched from the Weasleys Magic Tricks Workshop to the Weasleys Arms Supplier."
At this point, George quickly pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Harry.
The cartoon figure was pitch black, about the size of a child's palm, and felt cool to the touch, resembling iron but not quite.
Right in the middle were three bright silver letters: WAS.
Harry turned it over and saw a line of small print on the bottom:
Weasley Arms Supplier
He silently repeated the full name twice in his mind, and couldn't help but think to himself: When I first opened my wallet, I did have some hope that my two brothers could really make some divine weapons, but who would have thought that I would see the real thing so soon.
I only regret that I didn't know the reason last year. If I had known this would happen, I would have kept Mr. Liu here and asked him to give me some pointers. Then I wouldn't have had to worry about not being able to forge rare weapons.
He remained silent for a long time, lost in thought.
Fred and George, however, misunderstood, thinking he was upset that all his capital had been spent and he hadn't seen a penny of interest.
As the old saying goes, even close brothers should keep clear accounts. How much more so should Harry and the other two, who are not born of the same mother.
Seeing Harry remain silent, Fred quickly stepped forward, rubbing his hands together vigorously, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Harry, even though we changed the trademark, you are still the largest shareholder."
"Don't worry about the profit sharing either. The Order of the Phoenix has already ordered the first batch of Type 54 magic pistols from us."
"At most, the final payment will be deposited into our coffers in another month."
Harry finally came to his senses. Hearing these words and seeing the two men's flustered expressions, he realized that they had misunderstood.
A hint of displeasure rose in his heart, and he said, "Brothers, you've greatly underestimated me. Do you think I'm such a petty person who nitpicks over every little thing?"
"It's just a few ingots of gold and silver, why worry about it so much? Even if I were to repay it now, I would absolutely not charge any interest!"
"I insist that you two take it and go study some more magical artifacts!"
These words were spoken with such force that Fred and George felt their ears burning, realizing that they had been judging others by their own petty standards.
Then, upon hearing Harry's advice to invest all their resources in the development of new machinery, they were overjoyed, scratching their heads in delight, much like the lake in Flower Fruit Mountain that had just received a peach.
Fred exclaimed excitedly, "Great King of Hogwarts! You should really overthrow the Ministry of Magic! I believe there is no one more wise than you in the world!"
George pulled out a square handkerchief from somewhere, pretended to wipe the corner of his eye, and said, "Oh, Your Majesty, I hope you will spare Percy's life."
"But don't get me wrong, I'm going to carry out the Weasley family's vigilante justice on this traitor."
Harry was itching to hear this and was about to ask where the "traitor Percy" came from when there was a loud "bang" and the door was kicked open.
Arthur Weasley stormed in, wand in hand, his face contorted with rage. "I knew it was you two! fiddling with those crappy guns again!"
"That was such a commotion, we almost thought Death Eaters had broken in!"
Although Arthur was furious, Fred and George seemed not to hear him at all, only nodding their chins slightly to give a vague response.
"Okay, Dad. I offer you my sincerest apologies—which is to say, a 50% off coupon."
"We were just testing the bullet's power; those Muggles couldn't hear us anyway."
Seeing that the two of them showed no remorse, Arthur rolled up his sleeves and gritted his teeth, saying, "I think you two really need to be taught a lesson!"
After saying that, he suddenly moved aside, and a figure appeared from the door frame.
With his left hand holding the frying pan upside down and his right hand holding the meat spatula upside down, the two iron utensils were covered in a layer of oil, making the lights in the room lose their color.
"Fred, George, is this your excuse?"
Upon seeing the newcomers, the two brothers were terrified and cried out in panic, "Wait, Mom! We were just demonstrating the weapons to Harry!"
Before she could finish pleading for mercy, Molly had already snatched the frying pan with a whooshing sound.
Arthur observed for a moment, and seeing the strict family rules, his anger vanished, and he turned to Harry with a smile, saying, "Let's go, Harry, we should contact the Ministry of Magic."
The two then bid farewell to Molly and went straight to the first floor.
As they descended the stairs, Harry suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, old Barty Crouch taught people how to take off their hats, so how is my brother Percy doing now?"
Upon hearing this, Arthur lost his footing and nearly fell off the wooden ladder. He quickly gripped the railing to steady himself and forced a voice, saying, "He still works at the Ministry of Magic."
"But now he's an assistant minister."
Only then did Harry understand why George had called him a traitor.
As they were pondering, the two arrived at the hall. The fire in the fireplace was flickering, and four or five Order of the Phoenix wizards stood on either side.
Black was chanting a spell over a long bolt of black satin. The satin billowed up, completely obscuring the sofa in front of the fireplace.
Without turning his head, he said, "Come sit down, Harry, we need to get this over with quickly."
Harry grabbed the bottle of Flaming Whiskey from the table, took a sip, and then strode over to the fireplace, threw off his robes, and plopped down on the sofa.
Seeing this, a wizard standing nearby quickly pulled out a shimmering green powder from his pouch and shouted, "Everyone hide! Mr. Potter is going to contact Fudge!"
He reached out his arm, about to sprinkle the powder into the fire, when Harry's eyes lit up and he suddenly called out, "Wait!"
As the wizard drank, he staggered, and the green powder in his hand spilled all over the ground with a "whoosh".
In an instant, billowing smoke filled the room, creating a swirling mist that choked everyone, causing them to cover their faces and cough uncontrollably.
"One, sweep it all away!"
Lupin quickly cast a spell to dispel the smoke, then rubbed his red eyes and asked, "Harry, is there a problem?"
Harry nodded and said, "Second Uncle is absolutely right. I do have something to ask you."
"Could this fireplace lead directly to Nascher's Scringer public hall?"
His words were completely incoherent, leaving everyone stunned.
The wizard with the fanny pack hesitated, then asked, "You mean the Auror office manager?"
"I could contact him, but—what do you want with him?"
Harry's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, and he quickly waved his hand, saying, "We can talk about it later, the important thing is to quickly inform my brother Scrimgeour!"
Seeing the truly urgent look on his face, everyone knew he wasn't joking.
Without further hesitation, the wizard scooped up a handful of fluorescent powder from his pouch, muttered incantations, and suddenly threw it into the furnace, shouting sharply, "Auror Office Director!"
With just this handful of powder, a bright green fire suddenly erupted in the fireplace, shooting up several feet high.
The emerald flame flickered for a moment, and then suddenly a face with distinct features condensed from its core.
The man had a bushy beard and short, steel-needle-like hairs that were clearly visible. Who else could it be but Scrimgeour?
"Hello, this is—Harry?! Mr. Potter!"
Seeing the fiery-faced man's utter shock, Harry clasped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Greetings, Brother Scrimgeour."
Scrimgeour frowned, his eyes scanning his surroundings, but he saw only darkness. He quickly asked, "Where are you? Are you safe? Wait, are you talking to me through the illegal fireplace?"
Harry said, "Brother, please don't worry, I'm perfectly safe. I had no choice but to use this illegal fireplace to send a message, because there are treacherous people in the Ministry of Magic who want to kill me."
Upon hearing this, all the wizards behind the curtain were dumbfounded.
The emerald flame flickered on and off. Scrimgeour remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "You can completely trust the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Potter."
"I know you are unhappy and scared about the charges against you and Wizengamor tonight—you just need to explain yourself in court."
"So, you're saying that you believe in my innocence, brother?"
Scrimgeour remained silent, only covering his mouth and nose with his interlaced fingers, and mumbled, "I believe in the law."
"The law is just."
Harry crossed his arms and sneered, "Brother, your words are going to make all the heroes of the martial arts world laugh their heads off."
"When Fudge was in power, did he ever uphold justice or the law? He only cared about his own position, allowing Voldemort to wreak havoc on the world and cause a great disaster!"
"If someone as capable as you, brother, were to sit in the top position, then I would truly believe that justice exists in this world!"
These words struck the ground with the clang of metal, leaving the wizards behind the curtain stunned. They looked at each other, completely bewildered.
Inside the fireplace, Scrimgeour's head jerked violently, and he shouted sharply, "Mr. Potter! I am merely the head of the Auror's office, and I fully support Minister Fudge's leadership!"
"Ah! Now it's just the two of us by the stove, only heaven and earth know, you and I know, so why bother with these official formalities, brother?"
"Who in the martial world doesn't know that you, Scrimgeour, are a tough and resolute man? Even if Fudge took ten bottles of aphrodisiacs, it wouldn't be half as good as yours—"
"Alright! Alright!" Scrimgeour felt a chill run down his spine and quickly cut him off. "Mr. Potter, what exactly do you want from me?"
When the matter was brought up, Harry's expression turned serious, and he said, "I only ask that you pass on my message to Fudge."
"If you want to try me, you must do it openly and fairly, lest I die unjustly in some damned courtroom."
"The area is Hogsmeade Village Square. Tell that guy to build a high platform, beat the gong, and let thousands of people watch."
"If that scoundrel is cowardly and timid, I will cross the sea to seek refuge and find a safe place! I may go to the East to become a Taoist novice, or go to Bulgaria to be a ball chaser."
"But I refuse to believe that there is nowhere in the world where I, the savior, will find a place to stand!"
With that, Harry drew his wand and pointed it at the fireplace. A jet of water shot out from the tip of the wand, extinguishing the green flames with a hissing sound and billowing smoke.
As soon as the curtain of darkness was lifted, the wizards swarmed around like a swarm of wasps, buzzing incessantly.
Black grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook him violently, saying urgently, "Harry! What nonsense are you talking about!"
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"This is completely different from our plan!"
The wizard who called himself the presiding judge said dejectedly, "Yes, I thought we were going to negotiate."
Harry laughed loudly and said, "Why are you all so impatient? Setting up the trial court is a trivial matter and there's no rush."
"The chance for Fudge and Scrimgeour to be in the same room was missed and will never come again."
Listen carefully: During the council meeting just now, Tonks reported that she had overheard Fudge and Scrimgeour having a private conversation as she left the ministry, and the conversation was about Harry's trial.
The two men were discussing how to set up the courtroom and how to arrange the guards. Such important matters could not be settled in a few words.
Harry tucked his wand into his belt and said, "If Fudge isn't here, it's no big deal if I just rambled on today."
"If that fellow were nearby, he would surely be full of doubts upon hearing my words. He would have believed all the rumors he had heard in the past."
"Wouldn't it be easy to recruit my brother Scrimgeour into the Boxers then?"
All the wizards were speechless after hearing Harry's explanation.
Black was even more stunned, staring at Harry speechlessly.
This is way too... sinister!
Whose personality does he inherit from?
Meanwhile, in the corridor of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic.
Scringer sat before the fireplace, rubbing his face with both hands, then glanced at Fudge, whose face was ashen, and sighed, "Minister, Mr. Potter and I are really just ordinary friends."
The story goes that while openly preaching the Dharma to Vajra, he secretly instilled demonic influences into the Buddha's mind. This subtle attack made Fuqi extremely uneasy; that single slanderous remark truly severed the ties between ruler and subject. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.
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