"Hmph, the minister and the others will definitely take care of this. I think these people are in such a hurry because someone is stirring them up behind the scenes …" Dirk Claysway in the Three Brooms Tavern retracted his gaze and planned to refill his drink. "Hmm? This is … "Claysway looked at the shaking beer in the glass on the table and saw the small bubbles that kept rising. He frowned and said to his companions," An earthquake? But we're in the air … "
"Dummy, are you watching Madam Rosmerta mixing drinks at the bar again? Are you shaking?" The wizard beside him laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"No, the beer is shaking. What's going on? Also, do you feel … the wind blowing in through the window seems to be getting stronger? "Another companion raised his beer glass and asked suspiciously.
The protests of the protestors outside the bar also turned into cries of surprise. In the sky far above the floating city, the gigantic fire dragons of various shapes and colors stopped their patrol and flew back to the floating city. They circled around the floating city and descended in an orderly manner, disappearing from the sight of the adepts as they returned to the dragon's den beneath the floating city.
Several types of floating ships that were previously announced also suddenly flashed and teleported back in large numbers. They gathered from all directions, and for a moment, some of them gathered densely around the floating city. Under the guidance of the Hogwarts' floating ship port leaders, they began to dock in an orderly manner.
Suddenly, there was a slightly more violent tremor. It was as if the floating city had just risen into the air. Several unlucky wineglasses that the patrons had placed at the edge of the table fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. A drunk adept who had just managed to stabilize himself was caught off guard and rolled to the ground.
This small change caused the timid people to suddenly scream, and the atmosphere at the scene became even more tense.
After the panic, the wizards began to talk noisily.
"Did the magic of other countries launch an attack on the floating city?"
"Could it be that something is wrong with the floating city? We won't fall, right?"
"Go to the fireplace! Let's leave first. "
…
"Don't panic." As the director of the Fairy Liaison Office, Dirk Claysway said loudly, "The floating city has stabilized … The floating ships and fire dragons just now … This is not a surprise attack … The floating city has begun to move?"
The wizards in the tavern all came out of their rooms and poured into the square. They lifted their heads to see what was happening. Although they could no longer feel the shaking, and walking on the square seemed to be no different from normal, they saw that the floating clouds in the sky, which no longer had the fire dragon and floating ship, were quickly moving in one direction.
The wizards who were eager to know what had happened were impatient. They had already taken out their brooms and flew into the sky. The wind blew their hair back. Looking down from above, they saw that the barren land below was shrouded by the floating city, casting a huge shadow that floated forward quickly.
Under the constantly passing clouds, the mirror-like black lake shimmered under the sunlight. The dark green hills and forests in the distance quickly passed under their eyes. They could only see a dark green shadow, and they could barely see the specific mountains and hills.
"Don't panic, everyone. I am Allen Harris …" Allen's voice resounded throughout the floating city. His voice was very calm, as if he was whispering in everyone's ears, but every wizard in the floating city could hear him clearly. "The shaking just now and what you are feeling now … originated from the floating city's movement. Please don't worry, all the movements of the floating city are under my control … You are safe as usual." Allen paused to give everyone a few seconds to digest the situation. "For more details, you can go to the Ravenclaw Temple in the commercial square. My father, Owen Harris, will explain there in half an hour. Of course … Harris TV is now reporting."
After hearing Alan's explanation, the wizards who understood that their lives were not in danger regained their calmness. However, just like the female owner who was casting the Restoration Spell and the drunkard who was rolling on the ground a few times, many of them were complaining that they should have notified Alan in advance.
Seeing that many of the protesting crowd had begun to go to the commercial square, a few of the tavern's customers simply retreated to the Three Brooms Tavern. They used their wands to turn up the volume of the TV. They found that in the commercial square south of the black lake, in front of the steps of the Ravenclaw Temple, a temporary venue had been set up. Many of the Hogwarts' floating city wizards had already rushed over.
About thirty minutes later, under the surveillance of the Hogwarts guards who were guarding the perimeter of the commercial square, several groups of onlookers who had received the news had gathered. Some of the pureblood families who were against Harris had also rushed over to deal with Harris' counterattack.
Owen Harris, who was wearing the Ministry of Magic uniform, brought members of the Ministry of Magic and Aura guards who would not normally appear in Hogwarts to the scene. The president of the Umbrella Corporation, Granger Hermione, and the director of the Red Umbrella Department, Penello Crivat, also brought their company's men to the venue. However, the principal of Hogwarts, Allen Harris, did not appear at the scene.
Without any unnecessary opening remarks, Owen picked up his pocket watch and looked at the time. Then, he stood up directly.
"Today, I feel very lucky that Ravenclaw protected my family to come to this land and take root here … In this island country outside the European continent, my parents and I don't have local blood flowing in our veins. As many people know from some family magazines, my father is a wizard who followed the first generation of the Dark Lord, Gatler Grindelwald. For a long time, let alone you, even I didn't think that I was a British wizard …" Owen did not announce any news to the others. Instead, he told them about his background. His voice then became much gentler. "I was fortunate enough to study in this Hogwarts School of Magic and met my wife who had devoted her life to her family in this British School of Magic. She is the daughter of a local pureblood family, the Morgan-le-Feil of the Rosier Family … Although it is the same as the situation of many pureblood families here, this is the family's intentional arrangement. However, compared to many others, this is also our wish. This made me realize my identity … I don't deny that I have foreign blood, but now, I am also a British wizard …"
"We're not here to listen to your love story!"
"Your policies have made the economy terrible! You're abusing your power to commit a crime! "
The protesters in the crowd originally wanted to start shouting and protesting when they arrived. However, it seemed that under the influence of the Ministry of Magic and the support of the tall and sacred Ravenclaw Shrine behind them, things went badly. Other than a few who dared to shout out, most of the unemployed people raised their protest cards somewhat awkwardly.
"I've seen a lot of people raising their cards. I understand that since the rise of the floating city and the establishment of our own Wizard Bank, everyone's lives have changed dramatically …" Owen gestured directly to the protesting crowd with his hand. "Think about it carefully, everyone. What have we done for the magic world in the past few years? We've defeated the mysterious man and his Death Eaters several times. After driving them out of Britain, we even had the spare energy to help other countries … We've invented a lot of new magical creations, lowered the prices of many products, so that most wizard families can afford to buy things that they couldn't afford before … We've improved the lives of wizards … My son announced his magical achievements and turned the Animagus, which had less than ten people registered in the world a few years ago, into a common transformation spell … "
"But now we're unemployed!"
"We can't afford anything now!"
Owen's words obviously did not satisfy the protestors below. They even felt angry because of his boasting.
"I understand your anger. In fact, I'm very angry too. Our economy has indeed been destroyed, and many people's lives are in dire straits. But this problem shouldn't be caused by us, right?" Owen asked calmly to the voices that interrupted him. "The floating city and the Nether Nucleus were originally meant to be a product that would benefit more people. It would allow every wizard family to live a rich life that even pure-blood families couldn't live before. But after we've done so much for the magic world, what did they give us in return? Not only did the International Wizard Alliance have no contribution in upholding the Secret Act, they even hindered and criticized our actions against the Dark Lord … Of course, they did apologize. We've lowered the prices of many creations for ordinary wizards, but this has also offended many pure-blood families who make a living by profiteering. In order to completely eliminate the Dark Lord, we went to the fairies' Gringotte, but because the fairies were worried about their … business reputation … We were hindered. In other words, the fairies have protected the Dark Lord, and the damage he's causing in Europe now could have been avoided … "
"Minister Harris, we're not here to listen to your reasons and your past achievements. Now that our workshop has been forced to close, we have to eat!" Most of the people were very clear about the reasons Owen described, but now that they were faced with a problem that involved their own survival, Harris' past achievements were nothing to the wizards who had lost their jobs without the help of the pure-blood forces hidden in the crowd.
"Sigh, yes … It's useless, isn't it? Perhaps you're curious as to why my son who's better at speaking than I am, like how the newspapers described him, my son who's good at cold and calculating speeches with evil voice-overs, and the owner of the floating city in Hogwarts, Allen, isn't here … Why isn't he here to speak about politics, order, and power to stir up the hearts of the people? " Owen looked at the magic workshop owner who had lost control of his emotions. "My son, Alan, realized from the very beginning that what the British wizards need now is not a speech. What they need now is action … So now, our action has already begun."
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