Howl's voice wasn't loud, but it carried quite far; at the end, he unconsciously used the sound transmission spell from before.
Draco pursed his lips in agreement: "Indeed, I think many people are quite shortsighted."
Harry glanced at him and said indifferently: "Including you and me."
Draco looked unconvinced, scoffed, and laughed: "Potter, first of all, this isn't showing off. But this holiday, our family often interacted with the Minister for Magic, and even attended many banquets together."
"That's why I said you and me," Harry didn't refute him, he said.
"I certainly haven't seen too many things in the Ministry of Magic yet, but you haven't seen the world of ordinary people, have you?"
Draco looked at him, uncaring: "What's so good about seeing those?"
"If one day you see an ordinary person's 'wand,' I think you wouldn't say that."
Harry knew what would correct Draco's arrogance the fastest.
That is, something that could kill him.
As for the ordinary person's wand... allow me to introduce the Ollivander of non-spellcasters... John...
Harry thought for a moment before finally recalling the name that frequently appeared on Vernon's TV show—John Browning!
"And not to mention weapons, I guarantee you, if you ever see their entertainment, you'll absolutely be dumbfounded," Harry delivered another heavy blow.
"You can remain skeptical now, but you can actually consider how many interesting things would emerge from such a vast population of non-spellcasters.
As for Wizards? How many Wizards are there in the entire Britain? It would be a lot if they could fill half a county."
"Is... that so?" Draco found it a bit hard to accept: "How interesting could that be?"
"If there's ever a day, you'll come into contact with it," Harry said.
On the other side, Dumbledore walked over, dressed in his pajamas, with a small pointed hat on his head, looking quite eccentric.
"Why are you here?"
"The applause just now was so enthusiastic that I heard it in my office, and I couldn't help but be curious," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"It seems you will change the Wizarding World," he suddenly said out of nowhere, very softly, directly entering Howl's ear. Their conversation didn't need to be secretive, because the people here couldn't hear it at all.
"Don't be silly," Howl shook his head: "I'm lazy to the core, how could I possibly think about changing some smelly Wizarding World?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on these children.
"They are the future."
Howl thought of his time in Hal, where magic was public, and the kingdom had established a Royal Academy of magic.
Everyone knew magic, and while Wizards had some social status, they never thought as highly of themselves as some pure-bloods here.
Compared to the so-called advanced classes of sixth and seventh years here, that was true higher magical education.
Various researches emerged endlessly, and the appearance of the steam engine made the world change with each passing day, with magical steam creations changing the world daily.
To this day, he still couldn't forget the shock of the first sky-air carrier leaving port.
But the people here... only cared about the daily necessities.
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