Madam Maxim turned her olive-colored face that did not match her figure to Allen. "You seem to be very close to your parents, unlike me and Uncle Rupert. But since Owen's eyeballs are about to fall to the ground, let's spare him."
"I was just going to tell him that I would show it to my mother, not really … But okay." Allen put the camera away a little resentfully, then returned to his cheerful self. "Olim, you should go to the library in the Ravenclaw Shrine on Hogwarts in a few days. Although the books there are not much more than the other libraries, it's more interesting because I've been staying upstairs for a while."
Madam Maxim nodded. "Let's talk to the members of the Magic Transportation Department and have Boothbottom and Hogwarts build a fireplace to connect to the flying network … Your floating city is running everywhere now, and if you rely on Phantom Shift to make mistakes, people with slow reflexes might fall to their deaths …"
Allen smiled. "Oh, that's my oversight … Speaking of which, I think it's better to connect the fireplace to the one in Hagrid's new house. At least it's tall enough … I'll let Director Percy Weasley handle it himself."
Madam Maxim's face reddened a little. She coughed dryly to clear her throat. "Allen, let's talk about something more formal. Do you know that our neighbor recently passed a new traffic law and a ban on forests?"
"About my hometown and the Ministry of Magic in Switzerland working together to define the floating city as a flying vehicle like a flying carpet … About the ban on flying into their airspace?" Allen asked casually.
"Allen, I understand. No matter how much they protest, it's useless. The president of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, Babajid Akinba, has no intention of showing up this time. Abusi even wrote me a letter a few days ago telling me to stay out of your business …" Madam Maxim's voice was very low as she said slowly, "But since you're a friend of mine and Rupert's, I think I should remind you that if you really want to float over their heads, they won't be able to stop you … But if you do that, you'll give the other countries a real reason to attack you. They probably took advantage of the fact that Britain doesn't seem to want to really violate any law, and that's why they issued such a law. Minister Hess and the Swiss probably want to use this method to protect their neutral buffer zone in the southern part of the Black Forest. Otherwise, your entry …"
Allen said sarcastically, "The wizards in the fairytale country might believe that this kind of fairytale will happen …" Then, he returned to his relaxed state. "Maybe that minister at least knows that my floating ships can teleport. I think he wants to use this matter to earn some reputation for himself …"
"You can also float over from the southern part of France towards Marseille. I think the floating ship will be able to teleport more accurately if it's closer to the target. It's not easy for such a big thing to travel too far …" Madam Maxim suggested. She did not want any more conflicts between the two neighbors in France.
"Anyway, it's not a big deal if there's some deviation in the air. Just be careful not to bump into Muggle's plane …" Allen said as he pointed at the tall nose on his face. "Maybe Heinrich thinks that I'm not Tom, so he can lead me by the nose?"
After the Hogwarts' friendly visit to France, the officials of the British Ministry of Magic returned to Britain. The dark cloud in Paris that confused the Muggle finally began to move again. It began to drift slowly towards the Rhine River, the largest river in Western Europe. It originated from the northern foot of the Alps in Switzerland and flowed through Liechtenstein, Austria, France, Germany, and the Netherlands.
This huge shadow shrouded the ground, and at this time, it also shrouded the hearts of the German Ministry of Magic. The floating city was like a giant North Sea monster floating in the sky. Since the announcement of the cooperation with Muggle in the United Kingdom, the atmosphere in the German Ministry of Magic was relaxed. At this time, as the floating city moved, the tension of the coming storm made the wizards hurried back to their offices to concentrate on their work.
In the personal office of the German Ministry of Magic's minister, the German representative at the British International Union of Wizards and Wizards conference, as well as the director of the German Aura, Heinrich Telemann, was speaking to his minister.
"… This is a provocation to us. They are still flying towards our territory. We have to show our attitude." The bow tie was neatly tied in the middle of Heinrich's neck. He raised his voice, and there was suppressed anger in his tone. "They are looking down on us."
"First, call back the Aura from other places as much as possible …" The skinny wizard in a khaki uniform, who was meticulously dressed like Heinrich, said with difficulty. "We have already informed other countries about the temporary law that we issued. The United Kingdom clearly knows about this news, but they still continue to fly over. They have nothing to fear. If we don't respond quickly, it will be another blow to our reputation in the country!"
"Paul, not to mention that they have Allen Harris, our Aura is no match for them." "The Mysterious Man and his Death Eaters have their eyes on us recently. We're already in a state of panic … If you still transfer your men to fight against Harris … just to prevent them from flying over our heads, perhaps the Mysterious Man will appear in our house …" He paused. "If those Evil Goblins are not watched, they might come out again and use their high-pitched cackling to lure the Muggle children to eat … If there's a wizard child who's also tempted by this false sense of security, I won't be able to deal with the parents who come to make trouble …" He paused for a moment.
"Joachim, you have to understand the seriousness of the matter … We are also solving the problem for your International Magic Cooperation Division." Paul, who was wearing a khaki uniform, was a little impatient. "We joined forces with Switzerland to pass this law. If now we let the United Kingdom fly over our airspace, and we don't organize any armed forces to stop them, and let them go … Babaginder is already scared out of his wits to provoke Harris. He actually allowed them to do business with Muggle. Our sanctions have become a joke! Also, haven't you noticed? This law banning floating cities has caused those countries who previously claimed to join forces with us to not be in sync this time … If our law also becomes a joke … If Harris finally targets you all … think about what we have done to our former superiors in the past. Will they let us go so easily? "
"After Harris announced the cooperation with the Muggle government, what else can we do? It's okay to join forces with other countries once, but now we have our own opinions, let alone other countries. What's the attitude of Dumbledore you contacted? I heard he doesn't want to stand up, right? I think it's because he knows he's no match for Allen … "Joachim retorted." And if we're willing to look at it from another angle, I mean, we can even support them instead. Why do we have to fight against them? So what if we let them fly over? We can give them those barren lands, and let the Bulgarian minister and the Americans continue to mess with them … Of course, we can't accept their military support like our romantic neighbors. We can't let Harris take the opportunity to return to Germany. "
`You dirty little champagne peddler! Just look at your head and you'll know how small your brain is! " A wizard who was even taller and even looked a little fat than the robust Heinrich roared. "Everything that flies over our heads is under my control! How can we let him do whatever he wants? This will make me lose all my face! "
"Herman! You pig! Can you control it? What do you have to control it? "Joachim sneered." Let your people ride on flying brooms to drag a city away? Of course, maybe your body shape can help a little … But the premise is that you, who used to be the ace of Quidditch, can still ride on it … "
"I'm still better than you even if I can't ride on it!" The fat man blushed, "Paul is right. You bought your name with gold. You got your wealth through marriage. You got your official position through fraud... I think you think they will accept you because you've never offended them before?!!" "That's right!" The fat man blushed as he replied, "Paul is right. You bought your name with gold. You got your wealth through marriage.
The wizard named Paul was a little annoyed that his private joke was exposed by the fat man. "Shut up! Now is not the time for us to argue! What have you become in front of Minister Hess? "
At this time, the German Minister of Magic, who was sitting behind the desk, looked honest because of his thick eyebrows and big eyes. But in fact, he was no longer in the mood to listen to the tit-for-tat quarrel between his subordinates. He only felt that he was in a terrible state. He thought of the powerful white-haired young wizard of the International Wizard Union he had seen on TV and sighed secretly. Back then, Gellert Grindelwald had caused damage to Germany and the compensation that Germany had to pay to other magic circles. Germany's magic circle had suffered a great loss. Although it had recovered in recent years, if they were to fight head-on, even if they did not count Allen and those armed forces, they could not be compared with the United Kingdom before the reform.
Now that the meeting room had suddenly become quiet, the minister came back to his senses. "Cancel all the leave. Let the ordinary members temporarily act as patrol guards. Gather the Aura and strike fighters together. If the floating city wants to cross the border after entering the Rhine River area, go up and warn them to stop the British."
"Minister, if the British want to force their way through and prepare to use force … What should my people do?" Heinrich was the head of the German Aura.
"If the British intend to use force in this situation and do not respect the laws of our country … Then …" Hess rubbed his forehead. "Then hurry up and let your people retreat. We can't let those young people die in vain in a battle that they can't win. If they want to carry out this kind of atrocity … We will think of other ways to solve it. Other countries will see the threat of Harris."
No matter how stupid they were in the eyes of each other, they had enough political experience to understand that this was a gamble their minister was making. He was betting that the British would abide by the law as usual and not give other countries an excuse. He was betting that the British would not easily start a war.
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