The next chapter will take a while to arrive, maybe February. The reason is that I want to have enough chapters written to publish continuously and without rushing.
I always publish these chapters after writing them, and it was to find out the general opinion and if it was worth continuing to write.
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"But Neoth, what is this Ministry of Magic? And why would they come to visit us?"
I proceed to explain to Butler about the magical world, the ministries, the Aurors, the International Statute of Secrecy, and the prohibition of minors using magic.
"So, they're monitoring you 24/7? This could be dangerous for your business. We have to do something," says Butler, visibly upset.
"Calm down, calm down," I try to reassure him. "The tracking only detects the location and the spell, not who cast it. They're not monitoring me all the time." At least that's how it is according to the books, otherwise they would have detected that it was Dobby who cast the spell instead of Harry. "I'm a Muggle-born orphan who cast his first spell. The most they'll worry about is how I know that spell. And I already have an excuse ready. Could you bring a few books on Latin to the living room? I have a few experiments to do."
Butler thinks for a few seconds until he seems to realise something.
"I see. Lumos from the Latin Lumen, to illuminate, right?"
"Correct. I accidentally did magic while practising my Latin," to which Butler rolls his eyes and snorts.
"Of course, because all 8-year-olds practise Latin by the fireplace wearing suits and drinking coffee," he grumbles as he leaves the room.
"Two sugars, please," I say, ignoring the rest of his comments as I head to the living room and sit down in the armchair next to the fireplace, which is already lit. "Always so efficient."
The living room of the Fowl mansion is not very large compared to the dining room, but it is decorated with some photos and portraits of my parents and me, and even some of Butler and Jules. The one that is possibly most special is the one above the fireplace, a portrait of me and my parents from three years ago, the last picture we all posed for together.
But this is not the time to dream about a past that I did not really live.
After a while Jules arrives with a coffee.
"Two sugar cubes, Neoth, just the way you like it, What are you going to study today?"
"Nothing important, just a little Latin."
"Didn't you already know Latin and Greek, along with who knows how many other dead languages?"
"Yes, but we're expecting visitors today," I say mysteriously while enjoying my coffee. "Please, could you go to the security checkpoint at the gate?"
"Sure, Neoth"
As she leaves the room, I can't take my eyes off her buttocks and legs.
But this is not the time for that.
"Ok, It's time to practise."
"Lumos."
"Lumos."
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I practise for a while until Butler arrives with a pile of books.
"Will this be enough, or do you need more?" he says, leaving them on the table.
The truth is that I don't even look at the books because I've already read all the books in the library.
"I think this will be enough,"
"How long will it take for those Aurors to arrive?"
"They may not even come, but we'll know soon. The statute of secrecy is a very serious matter and could result in a fine, and you know how law enforcement agents are when it comes to fining and collecting money," I say with a laugh.
Through the mansion's central communication system, we hear someone ringing the main gatebell.
"My God, it's only been ten minutes. They can't be that fast." Butler says, surprised, having forgotten what he had explained a while ago about what office workers and police officers are basically. They handle complaints late and poorly, but when it comes to issuing fines and making demands, they move at lightning speed.
"Go open the door for our guests from the Ministry because I don't think Jules will let them in, but don't make it easy for them to get in, since they don't know that we know about them."
"Understood, treat them like they're crazy and be reluctant to let them in, at least until I see something magical," he says as he goes to open the door.
"Yes, but don't treat them too harshly; some of them may hold important positions or belong to powerful families." I definitely don't want to have to put up with some idiot who thinks he's in a Chinese novel, asking me if I know who his father is.
Meanwhile, I communicate with Jules through the mansion's communication system by pressing a button.
"Jules, are you monitoring the security cameras?"
"Yes, Neoth, I just got here and you know there's a very strange short man and a tall red-haired woman at the door who want to come in. They claim to be Authors from the Ministry of Magic, but I don't believe them. They're not wearing wizard hats, they don't know how to pull a rabbit out of a hat, and they can't guess what number I'm thinking of. Plus, the man threatened to turn me into a rabbit if I didn't let him in."
I have a bad feeling about how Butler's first contact with the Authors will turn out.
But for some reason, I also have a mental image of Jules dressed as a sexy bunny, an image that I automatically store in my mental palace.
Besides, he said tall, red-haired woman.
"Jules, I just sent Butler to see who they are and what they want. Can you tell me what's going on out there?"
"Of course, Neoth. It looks like my brother just got to the gate and is trying to talk to them."
"Does the conversation seem to be going well?"
"The woman has stepped aside and seems to be letting Butler and the little man talk, but it doesn't look good because she keeps raising her arms and gesturing as if someone had put a squirrel in her trousers."
Jules seems to be having a great time watching the show, and I can't help but imagine the scene of Butler, almost 2 metres tall, calm and serene, talking to a man similar to Danny DeVito, shouting and gesticulating.
"Oh my God, the little man has lunged at Butler to hit him, and Butler has lifted him up with one hand and is shaking him like a sack of potatoes."
He is definitely a wizard, and a high-ranking one at that. Any self-respecting noble wizard, when starting an argument, does not reach for his wand first, but rather resorts to physical violence, as demonstrated by Arthur and Lucius, members of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Pure-Blood Families.
"The little man has now taken out some kind of glowing stick and the woman has become tense, but Butler has reacted very quickly and taken the stick away from the little man and I think he's broken the poor guy's wrist, oh God, I think he's starting to cry."
I think I have to stop this now.
"The woman has taken out another stick and has thrown a kind of red light at Butler."
Bloody hell, did she just use Flipendo on Butler? "Is Butler okay?" I ask, genuinely concerned.
"Yes, Butler is fine, but the little man is not so fine. My brother used him as a human shield and he flew several metres backwards and even went over the wall of the mansion."
My God, I have to stop this now. ''Jules, tell Butler to let them in."
''Really? Okay, but things were getting interesting. My brother and the redhead look like they're going to have a duel."
I wonder what the Irish magical prison will be like. Although technically Azkaban, which is in the North Sea, isn't very far away, it may be shared between England and Ireland to save costs. Will it be difficult to escape from? Will they one day create a prison just for me, or will I have to create it myself, like Grindelwald?
As I ponder future prison escape plans, someone knocks on the door.
Damn, some of Lupin III's roguish personality is taking over again; maybe choosing him wasn't the best idea. My mind keeps imagining how humiliating it would be for the Aurors if I let myself get caught and then escaped through the front door of one of their maximum security prisons.
"Come in."
The first thing I see when the door opens is Butler carrying an unconscious man like a sack of potatoes. I have to admit that the little man isn't very tall, 1.5 m it seems. Does he wear insoles in his shoes?
The next thing I see is a stunning red-haired woman about 1.8 m tall wearing a beautiful dress with emerald green decorations and gold details.
"Sir Fowl, I have brought the uninvited guests. Miss Áine O'Connor," he says as I point to the armchair in front of me for her to sit down, which she does after giving me a smile.
"And Mr Oisín Ryan," she says as she leaves the packet of crisps on the sofa.
Wait a minute, does his name mean 'little deer' and his surname 'little king'?
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss O'Connor. Would you like some coffee or tea? According to my servants, you and your companion are, what's the word, an Auror from the Ministry of Magic? Could you explain that to me in more detail?"
"Yes, please, some tea if it's not too much trouble. And yes, we are Aurors from the Irish Ministry of Magic."