"Mr. Wigsward, as the representative of the British branch of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, it's not appropriate for me to explain to you unilaterally …" Allen looked around at the wizards who were holding their breaths and replied, "Mr. Wigsward, the book 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' has attracted everyone's attention. Just like what you said, the International Union of Wizards and Wizards will hold a meeting in the International Division of Magic Cooperation to discuss this matter. Please refer to the final explanation that will be announced after the meeting. So, that's all for today." Allen pressed his hands down and gave the secretary Percy a look. He then turned around and walked towards the elevator.
Percy immediately bowed slightly and ran forward to announce the end of the meeting. Together with the Aura, who was maintaining order at the side, he blocked Allen from the reporters who were very excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Especially the reporters who had connections with the pureblood families, they had already thought of the headlines. They believed that Harris was trying to avoid the mistake they had made and was trying to shirk the responsibility.
With a series of clanking and clanking sounds, an elevator landed in front of Allen. The golden gate gently slid open, and Allen stepped in. In this empty space, he tidied up his robe and threw the Merlin medal that he had just received into the dimension.
The elevator slowly rose until a cold woman's voice sounded, "Fifth floor, International Division of Magic Cooperation, including the International Association of Magic Trade Standards, the International Office of Magic Law, and the British branch of the International Union of Magic."
The door opened, and a few notes flew in and flew around the light above the elevator, making the light flicker. Allen walked out of the elevator and went straight to the conference room at the end of the corridor. The wide door was instantly pushed open when Allen approached, and Allen walked in with his head held high.
The meeting had not started yet. In this gorgeous conference room, wizards in all kinds of clothes gathered in twos and threes to talk. Allen looked around and found that his father, Owen, was talking to an unusually tall lady.
Allen's sharp mind made him realize that many hostile eyes had been cast on him when he first entered the room. This was not surprising. Harris had made the already powerful British magic community more powerful and his reform in education had offended many pureblood families. The Ministry of Magic in most countries was controlled by these traditional pureblood families.
Only some small countries that were too weak to survive in the middle of various big magic countries could not wait to salute Allen when they saw him come in, just like they did to other big countries.
Approaching his father, the lady, who was about the same height as Hagrid, also turned and smiled at Allen. She had an olive-colored face, a pair of big, black, watery eyes, and her hair was combed back. She was wrapped in a black satin dress from head to toe and wore many luxurious opals.
She was Mrs. Olim Maxim, the headmaster of Boothbottom School of Magic, and at this time, she was wearing a badge representing the French Ministry of Magic.
The badge had the iconic elements of the French tricolor, the cap emblem, and the Phrygian cap. It was wrapped in complicated lace and was composed of a black-robed, black-haired lady of France. At the top, there was the number 1790, which represented the French Ministry of Magic was established during the French Revolution in 1790. At the bottom, there was the motto of the French Ministry of Magic — "Incanté, Incanté, Summon."
Envouté.
This is very close to the motto of the French Muggle government, "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité" ("Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité").
"It's a pity that we didn't talk much at Albert's wedding, Allen." The unusual woman with the hybrid giant bloodline stopped smiling at Allen and said solemnly in a low voice, "France will support the United Kingdom in this event during the voting. However, Allen, it's not going to be easy for you to convince everyone."
"Thank you for your support …" Allen bowed slightly to the female hybrid giant and then seemed to relax a little, "When is your wedding with Hagrid? We can make it up by then … "
"That depends on Rupert." After that, she glanced at Owen and Allan. "You and your father must have something more important to discuss. Let's talk about it when it's over." "Okay." Zhang Tie nodded. Then, he looked at Owen and Allan.
Harris and his son quickly bowed and watched Mrs. Maxim walk to some of the female representatives.
Allen looked back and asked his father, "Father, what's with the French Ministry of Magic? From what I know, the Muggle and the magic circle in France are not on good terms with the United Kingdom … "
"Allen, there's not much I can help you with … She won't help you …" Owen raised his hand and tidied up the wrinkled clothes on his son's shoulder, "I asked Daisy to propose a condition to the French Ministry of Magic. When the French need, our Aura with stronger combat power will provide security for the French wizards who are more focused on fashion and perfume. This time, the French representative, they sent Mrs. Maxim who we're familiar with. From this, it seems that the French Ministry of Magic has agreed to my offer … On the other hand, the United States is a little difficult to deal with. They don't have a unified opinion internally but after giving some benefits in terms of tariffs, it seems that they will at least remain neutral in the end." Owen pointed at a 60-year-old tall and thin wizard with a pointy nose and a pair of big glasses on the opposite side of the circular hall, "That's the representative of the United States, Leonard Knox. He just greeted me and said he knows you."
"Oh, yes, father. When I went to the United States with Professor Fleevy in the second grade, I stayed at his house … I thought he had retired." Allen looked at the friend of Professor Fleevy. The friend seemed to have noticed his gaze and nodded at Allen. Allen waved his hand as a response and looked back at his father, "But father, we don't have to go through so much trouble. Most countries bully the weak and fear the strong … In this case, we should just be tough and let them know that they don't have the ability to enforce those treaties …"
"Allen, there's not much I can teach you …" Owen clasped his hands in front of him and said in a low voice, "But if we can make things easier, why don't we do it? Don't think of people as a whole … Every one of them is alive, and every one of them has their own thoughts … This is what I learned after living for so many years. "
Allen nodded, "Thank you, father. This is very useful …"
As time went by, more and more wizards entered the conference room of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, and the noise in the hall became louder and louder.
Representatives of the Ministry of Magic from all over the world gathered in the hall, wearing the costumes of their own cultures and talking freely.
These wizards' costumes were obviously more unrestrained than their Muggle brethren in their respective countries. The most eye-catching one was the wizard from Panama. No one could get close to him. He was like a male bird with its tail feathers blooming. The long feathers on his back spread out into a circle and wrapped around his back. The top of his head, shoulders, and neck were decorated with various colors with orange as the base color.
"We turn a blind eye to the violation of the Confidentiality Act in our group, and the entire magic world is threatened with exposure." A middle-aged sorcerer with thick eyebrows and a half-bald head, wearing a red vest with a strong ethnic flavor, spoke eloquently to the sorcerers around him. There was a Rank 2 Merlin Medal pinned to the pocket of his suit on his chest.
"President Aginbad, I think Mr. Obalansk is right … As our leader …" An Indian wizard wearing a hand-drawn pattern embroidered with gold threads as embellishments deliberately said loudly to the president of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, Babajid Aginbad, in an exotic English accent, "Please be sure to support the sanctions against the countries and wizards who have violated the Confidentiality Act. Let them learn a lesson."
"High Priest Kuslapari … We will punish the countries and regimes who have violated the law according to the law." Babajid's green Kanga was wrapped from his chest to his toes. He stood on the higher rostrum and glanced condescendingly at the Indian wizard who had just spoken.
"Allen, that bald man is the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic's Minister, the disgusting Obalansk … His wife is a member of the Monte Family. That's why this hen-pecked guy keeps finding trouble with me …" Owen leaned closer to Allen and whispered, "Bulgaria is becoming more and more unstable, but he still doesn't want to miss the opportunity to harm the United Kingdom …"
Following Owen's gaze, the Indian wizard seemed to be talking to Obalansk about something funny with a smile on his face. This made the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic's Minister laugh so hard that he was convulsing with laughter. He reached out his hand and patted the wizard's shoulder a few times. However, this seemed to have aroused Kuslapari's dissatisfaction. Allen noticed that the Indian wizard had used a cleaning spell on his shoulder when the other party was not paying attention.
Later, with the reminder of the bell from the Ministry of Magic, Babajid Aginbad raised his hand to look at the time and tidied up his Buddy before walking to the first rostrum at the top of the center of the hall. Noticing his actions, the discussion in the hall gradually subsided, and it gradually became silent.
The Summit
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
