great-warnovel Chapter 248 City of Paradise
Chapter 248 City of Paradise
Chapter 248 City of Paradise
"Our main task is to gather intelligence on the courthouse for us through Squib agents who are lurking in various places, and to snipe their operations in advance."
As Professor Feig spoke, he opened a small trapdoor on the bookshelf, behind which was a small mailbox-shaped instrument.
With a ding, a small note filled with writing popped out.
Professor Feg skillfully took out a codebook, quickly deciphered the information by comparing it with the characters inside, and then handed it to Filch.
"Recently, there have been frequent and unusual troop movements in the Far East. Our agents there suspect that they are about to start another war with Grindelwald," Filch said coldly after reading the report.
There is no essential difference between Squibs and Muggles. Even if goblins can identify wizards, they cannot distinguish between Squibs and Muggles. With a little training and some useful production skills, outsiders are welcomed and absorbed into settlements. That's how the Tit's agents infiltrated.
"Are Muggles and the Malaists still fighting?" Hermione asked.
"I thought there were no more large-scale wars in the world now."
Feig shook his head: "They wage a major war every few years to deplete their surplus population."
"Excess!?" Hermione asked incredulously. In this day and age, there could actually be a surplus of people?
"Muggles are different from us; their society..."
Professor Figg carefully considered his wording.
"Very crazy." With the help of the fairies, their productivity has expanded abnormally and wildly, with advanced heavy industry and nuclear energy technology, but in fact, it is basically completely controlled by the fairies. The Muggle rulers have huge manors and ecological farms, while the lower-class commoners still live in poverty, waiting for the rulers to provide relief.
"As their polymer technology develops, inexpensive artificial intelligence robots are gradually becoming more widespread. It is said that in their largest and most luxurious paradise city, Cieloemy, humans no longer need to perform any heavy labor, as robots have completely replaced human labor."
Hermione couldn't believe that these Muggle technologies, with the help of goblins, could be so powerful. It was as if the enormous golems and Iron Maidens of the Borderlands, seemingly insignificant in peacetime, would become extraordinary once these fearless robots were deployed in actual combat—
She began to worry whether Grindelwald's wizarding forces could hold them off.
"There's no need to worry too much," Professor Figg chuckled. "The fairies won't stand idly by and let Muggles become too powerful. They will deliberately limit production and, through education and public opinion, try to keep Muggles as ignorant as possible, so that they don't engage in production but instead spend more energy on reproduction."
"And the rulers of the Muggles also understand that war is the reason why the goblins are willing to help them," Filch said coldly.
"So they are willing to go to war with Grindelwald every few years, partly to deplete the population, and partly to keep the goblins supporting the Muggles."
"The beautiful, dreamlike paradise city of Cellome can only accommodate fewer than three thousand people, while most Muggles still toil for a living on the cold permafrost. The so-called beacon of technological civilization, humanity's last hope, is nothing more than a larger gilded cage, where those in power live in decadence and debauchery."
The commoners were merely tools for maintaining their rule.
Hermione felt she had gained a better understanding of the Far Eastern regimes.
"Are you training here the whole time?" She pointed at the young men, who nearly twisted their ankles because of Hermione's attention.
"They are newly recruited children, from Malfoy Castle or other wizarding settlements," Figg explained.
"Every year, a lot of duds are produced. After the establishment of the Tit Institute, we try our best to prevent these duds from ending up in the courtroom."
"What about the casualty rate?" she asked a cruel question.
Since the Sparrows are simultaneously infiltrating Muggle cities to gather intelligence and fighting against the fanatical Inquisition, their casualty rate must be quite high.
Filch paused for a moment: "Our equipment is inferior to theirs; we are no match for them in one-on-one combat."
Witch hunters possess the most advanced technology and fairy equipment, while the titmouse can only obtain second-hand or outdated equipment through the black market and other means.
At the same time, being inside the magical castle of Hogwarts causes many technological devices to malfunction; they can only function properly in the "space without magic," created by the Room of Requirement.
Moreover, it wasn't just about equipment; in terms of morale, not every member of the Titman's unit possessed the same turbulent past and strong will as Filch. They were often prone to softening their stance when facing fellow Squiggly comrades.
"Fortunately, Dumbledore acquired a lot of new equipment from Gringland." He pointed to the rifles and chainsaw swords on the shelf.
Hermione had been wondering what she was going to do with all this, but now she finally knows.
"Moreover, we also have an advantage that Muggle witch hunters don't have." Mrs. Figg opened a large chest and took something out of it. Hermione couldn't see it, but she could tell it was a piece of cloth.
"The invisibility cloak is woven from the fur of invisible beasts, but it will lose its effectiveness in two years."
"We have a lot of magical equipment that we can use to arm our members, which can sometimes be surprisingly effective in covert combat."
"That's good news," Filch said, waving the note in his hand.
"With Muggles and the Malays entangled and Malfoy Castle embroiled in internal strife, our journey back north will be much quieter."
He then looked at Hermione: "Dumbledore sent you here, so he must already consider you his successor."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the fourteen-year-old girl.
Hermione had a premonition of this, so she didn't shy away from meeting everyone's gaze.
"The Tit is a dagger in the shadow of the Phoenix, and many members of the Order of the Phoenix are unaware of our existence. He believes it's necessary for you to make contact with us beforehand, so that in crucial moments, you can also give us direct orders on his behalf." Filch displayed a soldier's demeanor.
His words revealed a steely resolve.
"Although they don't have the talent of wizards, these children are still very talented." He looked at the somewhat immature young people in the training field.
"On the journey after Hogwarts, the tits can also take on some tasks, eliminating enemies that wizards cannot personally confront."
The question of what constitutes an enemy that a wizard cannot openly confront is quite profound, but Hermione did not offer any opinion on it.
As Filch said, the titmouse is there to deal with enemies in the dark, and it hides in the darkness itself, while the light is brought forth by the phoenix.
"Let Maria train with them from now on. Your fighting skills look amazing," Hermione nodded, remembering Filch's incredible staff and sword skills.