On the south bank of the Seine, in the Place des Mars in Paris, France, above the Eiffel Tower, a mass of dark clouds gathered. Few Muggles in the vicinity carried umbrellas when they went out today. The heavy rain predicted by the weather forecast did not fall to the ground after several days of miscalculation. In fact, the huge dark cloud had floated to the Hogwarts Academic Town for a friendly visit in France. It had been cast on the Paris Muggle and the Muggle Banishing Spell. Neither the Paris Muggle nor the Muggle satellites could detect its presence in any medium.
On the Iron Tower, which was known as the 'Observation Tower of the Capital' due to its three levels of observation towers, and 274 meters above the ground, representatives of the British and French Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Corporation had been having friendly discussions for several days. Today, in order to reach a new agreement, they were holding a signing ceremony.
Under the premise of casting spells to ensure that no Muggle would disturb them, the French wizards thought that this was the best place to watch from afar. It gave people the feeling that the noisy Paris had suddenly quieted down and turned into a huge map, with streets and alleys drawing countless lines of different widths. The whole of Paris was under their feet. When the view was clear during the day, they could see as far as 60 kilometers away.
In this bird's eye view, there were countless flags of the French Ministry of Magic, the British Ministry of Magic, and the Umbrella Corporation, printed with the motto 'Casting, Casting, Summoning'. The flags of the three colors of the French Ministry of Magic, the British Ministry of Magic, and the Umbrella Corporation were wrapped around the whole city of Paris. These huge things seemed to be floating around the city in a disorderly manner.
At this time, there were no more Muggles between the iron tower and Solyou Palace. This place had been occupied by the French wizards who had previously determined the time and place of the assembly from the flags that the Muggles ignored. This was because a small inspection was being held here. Three enslaved gemstones controlled black dragons from the British Isles of Hesperia. Under the control of the umbrella wizard who sat behind their necks, they flew out of the dragon's den in the rock mass below the floating city. They flapped their wings and flew around the iron tower, occasionally spitting out tongues of fire in the air.
After the Red Umbrella Wizards, who had come to support some time ago, walked past, the field was thumping because of the neat footsteps.
The team of giants were wearing black leather coats made from the hide of horned camels. The aura of these giants was obviously stronger than their peers who were wearing ancient robes. These creatures were not considered to be very bright. After more than two years of training and the blessing of magic potions, under strict education, they no longer looked barbaric and sloppy. Under their neat discipline, these giants looked like two different species when compared to the traditional giants.
They were greeted by the excited faces of the French wizards. The sense of security brought by the armed forces of France made the onlookers burst into applause and cheers. The French people cheered, venting their fear to their heart's content and feeling a sense of security and stability.
The local passionate, elegant witches wearing various hats and red lips laughed and threw flirtatious kisses at the old-fashioned Umbrella Wizards and even the handsome witches on the stands. They watched the armed forces of France enter the War God Square under the pedestal of the statue, which was connected to the center of Fustenberg Square, the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic.
The French Aura did not feel any sense of humiliation at all. These wizards, who did not even have a uniform but were dressed fashionably, were obviously happy and relaxed. According to the agreement, these armed forces of France would replace them in the frontline of the battle against the Death Eaters. Although the command was under the leadership of these Englishmen, they would not participate in the daily security work of France and would be happy to accept the additional reasonable tasks assigned by the Ministry of Magic.
After the three fire dragons finally left through the pedestal of the statue, the officials of the Ministry of Magic of the two countries on the observatory retreated from the guardrail and returned to the temporary outdoor conference table. What made Owen feel a little embarrassed was the French Ministry of Magic Minister Juliette Binoche, who was wearing a dark blue high-slit dress, accompanied him after he took his seat. However, she also attracted a lot of admiration and amazement from the British Ministry of Magic, making them forget to maintain the dignity and manners of a gentleman.
"Thank you, Minister Harris. If it weren't for the support you sent … the turmoil in our country may have lasted for a long time. What surprises me even more is not how reliable your armed forces look, but the fact that you have such a majestic floating city … and built it so artistically … this is the treasure of the wizards …" This 37-year-old French beauty was appointed in the face of danger after her previous minister resigned to take refuge during the ravages of Lord Voldemort. She had a pair of firm and focused eyes, was silent and rarely laughed, but her tightly closed lips always maintained an elegant smile. This made people never understand what kind of mysterious world she was in. Compared to Hibiscus Chinensis or the other witches in the Harris family, she was not very beautiful, but she had an elegant temperament and a mysterious temperament.
"The French Ministry of Magic did not give up on the relationship and help us when the United Kingdom was treated unfairly. As a friendly country, the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic, which happens to be good at this kind of thing, naturally, we would not stand by and do nothing … So, please don't be so polite, Minister Binoche. This is just helping each other as neighbors …"
"You should just call me Juliette, then I'll have the nerve to call you Owen …" Minister Binoche leaned forward with an annoyed expression, and her hand naturally rested on Owen's arm, "The French Sorcerer's World is ashamed that we did not help much during this embargo … Those countries threatened us that if we help the United Kingdom to import raw materials from other countries … France will be sanctioned as well. As a newly appointed minister who lacks experience, it's really hard for me to convince my fellow sorcerers who love life to take this risk …"
"The fact that you can maintain normal trade with us under such circumstances is already a great help to the United Kingdom … Juliette … Huh?!! Cough!!! " Owen heard a clicking sound coming from beside him. He turned around and glanced at the source of the sound, and his face turned pale.
The British Minister of Magic's gentle smile froze on his face. His eyes bulged like his daughter-in-law's sometimes. Alan, who was talking to the headmistress of Boothbottom, Olim Maxim, in a tight purple gown, had one corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. His hands were fiddling with the exquisite magically modified Olympus XA2 camera that he had given to the madwoman.
Owen's body jerked backward as if he was electrocuted. He moved to the right and put some distance between himself and Binoche, who had a strange expression on her face, to avoid the smell of her perfume. Owen knew that Binoche did not have any other intentions. It was just a normal habit of the French witch. However, he was worried that his grandson (Zei) would threaten him with the photo, so Owen had to keep a distance from Binoche to make sure that Allen only had one photo to threaten his father.
After being stunned for a moment, Binoche thought that the Englishman in front of her was too innocent. Her confident smile and curved eyes made her look even more charming, "Owen, the French magic community is very interested in the new products on the floating city of Hogwarts. I'll ask the office to make a list of the products to order and the quantity. We'll also pre-order some cars and floating ships … Of course, this is just a benefit for my members. You don't have to be too anxious about the delivery time."
"Thank you for the trust and support from the French magic community. I believe that the umbrella products will not disappoint our neighbors. Of course, if your country needs further help from us on security issues, please feel free to let us know …" Owen's tone became a little formulaic because his son was glaring at him. However, he knew that the French minister in front of him did not make any statement when the situation was unclear. Now that she seemed to be strongly supporting the United Kingdom, it was actually because she saw the United Kingdom's economic reforms and cooperation with the Muggle community. She predicted that the United Kingdom would be able to escape the restrictions brought about by the embargo. That was why she expressed her support so clearly as a compensation for her silence earlier.
"The friendship between our two countries' magic communities is everlasting!" The French minister did not only have the intention of flirting with the innocent Englishman but also because of the United Kingdom's external support that ensured her country's security and allowed her to sit firmly in her position. Anyway, when she heard the words, she leaned forward and asked Her Highness Moon to leave her seat. She then gave Owen a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek.
"Click! Click! Click! "
The sound of the camera made Owen, who was envied by the members of the British Ministry of Magic, had a horrified expression on his face.
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