Chapter 207: It’s easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows

Chapter 207: It’s easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows

Two days before Christmas, the "Gold and Silver Letters" exhibition of the Ministry of Magic of Country F was launched smoothly. The Ministries of Magic of various countries sent teams, and the team of Country Z has always been the most special among them, because they usually don't have any ordering needs and just go there as a courtesy.

The reason why there is no demand for orders is mainly due to historical and cultural reasons.

Due to the fear and persecution of wizards by Muggles in the Middle Ages, wizards in most countries still adopt a strategy of keeping a distance from Muggles. Everything related to magic is kept secret, and special confidentiality laws are formulated to prevent individual wizards from leaking secrets.

But Country Z - let's call them wizards, they are different. From ancient times to the present, when have they ever hidden?

Including now, those "Taoism", "Temple", "Society" and so on that Muggles can see directly are actually part of the huge wizarding organization of Country Z, and the operation of many of these organizations still depends on Muggle money.

And in Country Z, which has no public boarding magic schools, there is a term called "entering the world". It can be said that, except in special circumstances, they don't really distinguish themselves from ordinary people, so most of them fully accept Muggle technology, and some of them are even "new technology chasers" who can get new things faster than Muggles.

Some of the functions of the alchemical equipment developed by Country F are completely incomparable to Muggle technology...

When Tang Yun came here and saw the "Silver Letter" for the first time, he immediately thought of the pager he was used to using.

"Dad, this..." Tang Yun, who had a buzz cut and wore a wizard robe to follow the local customs, approached his father who was dressed in a Tang suit and winked.

"......" Tang Xi looked at Tang Yu in a very intimidating manner. Without saying a word, he continued to lead the people behind him to look at the booth one by one under the guidance of the Ministry of Magic of Country F.

Ah, you've said too much.

Tang Yun immediately understood what his father meant by that look and knew that he would be scolded again when he returned. He felt sad for himself for a short second and then put the matter out of his mind.

Anyway, you can't avoid what is coming.

As he thought so, he put on a stern face and pretended to listen to the explanation seriously, but his eyes began to dart around, scanning the people in the venue who looked like researchers. They were all foreigners in their forties or fifties, and his cousin was nowhere to be seen.

Tang Yun was a very enthusiastic person. He would usually call his cousins ​​by their given names. He did the same to his only cousin at first, and then he was caught in a situation where he was caught between a rock and a hard place.

My cousin, Zhou Yushi, is the eldest son of Tang Pei’s uncle and the eldest grandson of the eldest son. However, he was given a different surname when he was brought home. My grandfather gave my uncle a good scolding at that time, but the name given to my cousin in the family tree is still Tang Pei.

If Tang Yu called Yu Shi "brother", his grandfather would beat him; if he called him "brother Pei", Zhou Yu Shi, who was always a good boy in front of his grandfather, would plot against him.

In the end, I could only call him cousin.

It is true that being beaten from both sides is pitiful, but it is better than his uncle at any rate.

My uncle, who has never managed to get my cousin’s nationality back, has been banned from returning home. But my uncle rarely went home anyway.

Well, he is the most pitiful one because he is hit from both sides.

While Tang Yu was letting his thoughts run wild, thinking that this exhibition was just for the sake of doing it like in the past, teams from various countries, led by the tour guide, came to the finale booth. Unlike all the previous booths that only displayed one exhibit, here there were five square silver pieces standing on a table covered with red velvet.

It looks like a set of computers, but without any wires.

Tang Yun, who could be considered a "novelty chaser", commented in his mind like this, and became slightly interested. He turned around and winked at his serious father, and after getting his tacit approval, he stepped forward with a smile on his face and began to use the wizard computer under the guidance of the tour guide. Uh, the name given to it in Country F is 'Yintong'.

Say goodbye to parchment and work on a machine? Computers can do it.

Connecting the information of various departments and facilitating search and update? Isn't it an information system? It is being promoted in China.

But for wizards who still use owls to send messages, these are just a dimensionality reduction attack, right?

Tang Yun was quite pleasantly surprised after trying out 'Silver Pass' in front of wizards from various countries. The alchemical work in front of him was the most advanced one he had known in recent years. Alas, the word 'advanced' didn't seem to fit in with the magic world.

"In addition to the above functions, each Yintong has its own number, and information can be transmitted directly between Yintongs through the numbers." While Tang Yu, with a serious face, was complaining to himself, the well-mannered female tour guide continued to guide him, teaching him step by step how to open a window, enter the number, and then transfer the file on the desktop.

Email? Tang Yun's eyes lit up. He had used this before when he was in college, but it was not very popular in China at present.

So after trying it out and walking to his father's side, Tang Yu excitedly said, "I think this is a good thing."

"......" Tang Xie, with his brows habitually furrowed, glanced at his son who was always a little stupid and still ignored him. He listened to the obviously excited discussions of the foreign wizards around him, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

Pei Ge'er was right in the letter. This thing was very new, and because of the cohesiveness of that little girl, this new communication system would probably be promoted very smoothly. If they wanted to maintain consistency, they had to join this system.

However, although Country F said that owls as base stations would be deployed in the Ministry of Magic of each country, who knows if there is no owl on the owl? Convenience is important, but information security is more important.

As a project participant, Pei Ge'er also stated in the letter that this problem exists in theory, and then gave a solution that is very similar to what his elder brother would give - it is easy to dodge an obvious attack.

Come to think of it, who doesn't pretend? It's just that while maintaining information connectivity, you buy a few sets to create a busy department that generates some worthless information every day, and then replace it immediately when your family makes their own.

Not only is a spear easy to dodge, but those with better skills can also grab the spear and throw it back.

The entire institute was on holiday on the exhibition day, which happened to be a day off for Belinda. Della, who didn't want to go out alone, simply took Maggie to review German in the dormitory. They would leave on Christmas Day and spend the Christmas holiday in Durmstrang.

"Della..." While reviewing grammar, Nella gently opened the bedroom door, carefully stuck half of her head out, blinked her tennis-ball-sized eyes and tentatively called Della.

"What's wrong?" Della put down the book in her hand and smiled gently at Nella. Maggie beside her didn't turn her head, but just moved her tail impatiently.

"I...I have something to tell you." Nayla walked in slowly. She kept twisting her fingers, looking very nervous. "Principal Dumbledore asked me to report to him about your situation every two weeks..."

Hearing this, Della and Maggie exchanged glances. They were not surprised by what Nella said and her reaction.

"I, I don't think this is right," Nayla said, and suddenly sobbed, "I, I sent a letter to the principal before, but, but, this is not fair to Della!"

"Dela, Della is so nice, but I still have to be a little elf to monitor you. I am so bad!" Nayla cried loudly, raising her hand and knocking her forehead again and again.

"Oh, don't be like this, Nayla, Professor Dumbledore is just concerned about me," Della quickly walked over and squatted down to stop Nayla from punishing herself. She looked seriously into Nayla's hazy eyes, "but I can understand your panic. It must be difficult to be caught in the middle, right?"

"I'm happy to be with Della." Nayla sniffed twice, tears still falling from her eyes.

"So I have a plan, Nayla," Della said. She stretched out her hand, and the drawer opened automatically. The lily scarf that Nayla and Quasi brought back for the first time flew into her hand. "Will you accept my clothes as a Hogwarts student?"

Nayla's eyes widened, but she didn't resist when Della tried to tie the scarf around her neck.

"I'm happy for you, too, Nayla. This is what you deserved from the beginning." Della tied a beautiful knot and gently pushed Nayla to the floor-length mirror in the dormitory. Her voice was even gentler than usual, so gentle that it was a little bewitching. "And you don't have to feel guilty at all. After all, the principal is just worried about me."

"And I am willing to tell him directly about my situation," Della gently wiped away the tears from Nayla's eyes and smiled softly, "Tell me your contact information, and show me how Nayla cared about my life before. Nayla will no longer have to worry about this, and will always be a carefree elf."

Nella stopped crying. She looked at the silk scarf around her neck, then looked through the mirror at Della's eyes that were always so gentle to her, and nodded blankly.

When you catch it, it's an open attack; when you throw it back, it's a hidden arrow.

Della had no intention of hurting Dumbledore. She didn't want to fall out with him, but she also didn't want Dumbledore to guess her actions from clues.

Voldemort was her enemy, but that didn't mean Dumbledore would be her ally.