It’s really hard to imagine that the other party is just a fifteen-year-old boy!
In less than half a day, Catherine recognized Albert's wisdom and talent, and was amazed that he won the International Wizard Chess Championship.
Perhaps, this is the true genius!
Catherine sat in the brightly lit sunroom, looking up at the night outside, and absentmindedly combed Leila's fur.
Just now, Nicholas came over and told her that tonight he would continue the ancient "contract" with the young man from England in the presence of the two of them.
As for the content of the "contract", Catherine was told it when she became Nicholas' heir.
"What were you doing outside?"
Looking at the young man who came back from outside holding an oil lamp and following Caesar, Catherine couldn't help but ask.
The other party seemed to be using something to talk to someone else.
"Nothing!" Albert changed the subject casually. "I hope you can lend me the textbooks of Ilvermorny School of Magic. I want to know what knowledge the professors of Ilvermorny School of Magic have taught you."
"That's no problem." Catherine nodded and said she would ask the house-elf to bring the books over. She looked down at Albert's pocket involuntarily. "That was something made by a No-Maj. I remember it was called a 'mobile phone'. That's what my grandfather called it."
"Oh, you actually knew that."
Albert did not deny this matter. Because the two-way mirror was sent back, he could only use the No-Maj's mobile phone to contact his family. This was the backup plan he prepared for himself.
However, international phone calls are expensive.
"Grandpa Nicholas is very interested in the technology of No-Maj people. He also bought that thing." Catherine said faintly, "He also cast magic on many No-Maj items, but the things are not here."
“Although No-Maj people cannot use magic, they are indeed remarkable in some aspects, and their technology is advancing very fast.” Albert looked at Catherine and said calmly, “Many things in the magic world give me the illusion that they are stuck in the last century, which is not good.”
"Your grandfather is a remarkable man. Many wizards are prejudiced against No-Maj and are unable to properly deal with the issues between the two sides."
"Grandpa Nicholas will be very happy to hear your compliment." Catherine corrected with a smile, "However, wizards are not as backward as you think. Magic can do many things that No-Maj can never do."
"Of course I know that. But you probably don't realize that magical magnetic fields can interfere with No-Maj electronic products. So why can't No-Maj use reverse thinking to create a machine to counter magic?" Albert began to talk nonsense. "In the past, No-Maj may not have been able to do it, and they can't do it now, but what about in the future?"
"All the No-Maj needs to do is make a magic detection radar, and they can easily find the hidden wizards. They can also make some machines that can make the wizards' magic ineffective, and then they can easily catch the wizards."
Catherine opened her mouth but did not immediately refute.
Albert continued, "The wizarding world is progressing, but the No-Majs are progressing much faster than wizards."
Catherine frowned slightly when she heard this, she knew that what Albert said was probably right.
If the magic magnetic field is too strong, it will interfere with electricity and electronic products, so why not the other way around
"So what do you think we should do, Mr. Anderson?" Nicholas walked in with a smile.
Although he did not think as deeply as Albert, he also knew that if the No-Maj technology continued, it would sooner or later lead to a conflict with wizards.
The early or late time depends on the strength of the No-Ma Chicken.
Nicholas understood the social changes among No-Maj men far better than any other wizard in America.
"I don't know. Maybe there was no solution from the beginning." Albert shook his head. "Maybe, if wizards are strong enough and kind enough, they can build a world where magic and technology coexist, but the possibility is very low."
"Why?"
"The history of mankind is the history of war," Albert said softly.
"When the No-Maj technology becomes powerful enough to restrict magic, most wizards will probably become real rats and experimental subjects."
"Why not the other way around?" Catherine retorted with a frown, "Do you think wizards will lose this so-called war?"
"The other way around?" Albert shook his head. "A long time ago, when the No-Maj was still very backward, in the eyes of wizards, well, that's probably what you call the other way around. Many wizards enslaved the No-Maj and made them farm for them to earn money for them. Some wizards even plundered the No-Maj's wealth."
Catherine frowned even deeper. She didn't like what Albert said, but her instinct told her that Albert might be right.
"Don't tell me that the U.S. Ministry of Magic paid the No-Maj at the time." Albert took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Gellert Grindelwald probably realized the problem, but he didn't realize that the number of wizards was too small, and the No-Maj were not lambs. Think about what happened near Las Vegas, Nevada."
Catherine naturally knew about this matter. There were detailed records of this matter in their magical history. The No-Maj people invented a terrible weapon called "nuclear bomb".
"In fact, wizards' magic technology has become increasingly backward. The symbol of a magical civilization is actually the ability to produce magic items on an assembly line. Obviously, the current magic world does not meet this simple requirement." Albert noticed the change in Catherine's face and comforted her, "But you don't need to worry. Wizards and No-Majs will live in peace for a long time, until one side breaks the balance and provokes a war, or eventually peace is achieved."
In fact, this is what Albert thought of when Nicholas talked about magical magnetic fields.
He never speculated about this matter with the greatest malice.
Of course, that situation won’t happen now, but what about in the future
It’s hard to say. Human technology is developing very fast. In two or three hundred years, technology will definitely grow by leaps and bounds. Sooner or later, conflicts will break out between the two sides.
Of course, Albert didn't care, because by then he would have turned into ashes. As the French King Louis XV said: Even if there is a flood after my death.
"I believe that humans and wizards will eventually reach peace." Nicholas said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Come with me!"
As he spoke, Nicholas took the two to the basement, and the house-elf took the four of them to a more secret study.
There had been a magical barrier made up of layers of shielding spells, protection spells, and concealment spells, which could block any reconnaissance and spying. It was said that even any trace of Albert would be blocked.
"Okay, let's get started!" Nicholas motioned for both of them to come over, "You need to get closer."
Catherine walked forward and stood in front of Albert.
They both reached out at the same time and held each other's arms.
Nicholas drew his wand and touched the tip of his wand to their clasped hands.
"Albert, as Wildsmith's heir, are you willing to hand over the agency rights of the American Floo Powder to Caitlin?"
Albert glanced at the parchment handed over by Sera, nodded and said, "I do."
A thin, blinding tongue of fire burst from the wand and twisted itself around their clasped hands like a red-hot wire.
"Katherine, are you willing to abide by your duties as an agent and give half of the proceeds from the Floo powder to the Wildsmith family."
"I do."
A second tongue of fire burst out of the wand, intertwining with the first, forming a thin, glowing red chain that brought the two closer together.
"Albert, are you willing to guarantee that you will not interfere with Catherine's right to operate Floo Powder in the Americas without compromising the interests of both parties?"
"I do."
As soon as he finished speaking, a third tongue of fire burst out from the wand, intertwining with the previous two and tightly wrapping around their clasped hands.
"Katherine, are you willing to guarantee with your life that you will never reveal the formula of Floo Powder in any way except to the heir you can absolutely trust?"
"I do."
The last tongue of fire spurted out of the wand and intertwined with the previous three, as if tightly wrapped around their clasped hands, making the two inseparable.
"Okay, the contract is established."
Nicholas put away his wand and reminded again, "Remember, the unbreakable vow must never be broken."