Since Ron kept nagging Harry about those men, Jenny could only lean on the table and rest her chin on her hand as she looked around aimlessly. Then, she noticed Luna, who was standing by a pillar pretending to be Hufflepuff.
Jenny glanced at Luna's appearance and could tell that she wasn't a good girl. However, she found it strange that the Malfoy's wife was waiting on Luna like a maid. She was surprised to see that Narcissa seemed to have earnestly persuaded Luna for a long time before letting her sit down. She even put a thin blanket over her impersonation of Hufflepuff.
The young witch, whose mind was always filled with unhealthy thoughts, suddenly sat up straight. She covered her mouth with her hand as her heart trembled. In order to confirm her suspicions, Jenny simply tugged at Mrs. Weasley's sleeve and pointed in Luna's direction.
Mrs. Weasley looked at Luna's direction in bewilderment. She wasn't surprised to see that the good girl from her previous neighbour was dressed up strangely again. Then, she was surprised to see that the Blake witch, who always looked down on her and loathed her in school, was squeezing lemon juice into the strange girl's golden glass. She then noticed that the girl's full belly didn't seem to be an imitation.
Molly instantly felt her blood rushing to her head. She clenched the tablecloth in front of her, but her rationality made her lower her voice. Otherwise, Jenny would be even more alarmed. "How can Allen be so reckless? Luna is still so young! And Xenophilius is always complaining about not being able to see his daughter … She's dressed up like this. Could it be that the Peacock witch's idea to curry favor with Allen? Her family doesn't even know?! I've never … Jenny, if you dare to do such a thing with Harry, your father and I will teach you a lesson! "
Penny, who was beside Molly, heard Molly's scolding and noticed the change in her mood. However, she didn't understand why this seemingly inexperienced and amiable witch from the countryside would suddenly fly into a rage.
"Percy, come here." Mrs. Weasley waved at her third son, asking the male wizard who was planning to catch up with his boss after dinner to come over obediently. She continued to instruct in a low voice, "Percy, you go …" Molly squinted at her meticulously dressed son and changed her tone, "You go to George and ask Bill to go over and stall Xenophilus. He'll get along well with him … I think Owen and the others will thank you later."
Percy, who was usually quite obedient, got excited when he heard the last sentence. He quickly left his seat and went to find his brothers according to his mother's instructions.
Most of the people who remained in their seats didn't hear their conversation clearly. Mrs. Weasley had no intention of explaining to them. She got up and was about to leave when she suddenly turned her head. "Harry …" Molly looked at Harry and shook her head. She then glared at her youngest son. "Ron! Don't let me know that you're stupid in school … Don't let me know that you bullied Miss Brown. "
Ron, who was holding a drumstick in one hand, was complaining when he was scolded by his mother. Harry could only nod his head in confusion. He could tell that Mrs. Weasley had discovered something. He already knew about Luna's situation, but he wasn't sure if her family knew about it. He could only watch as Mrs. Weasley hurriedly walked over to Luna and Narcissa. She then grabbed the confused Narcissa and forcefully helped Luna, who wanted to say something after looking into Molly's eyes, to stand up. She then pulled the two of them towards Morgan-le-Feil.
"Mr. Dursley, your son is quite strong, isn't he? He's almost as strong as Charlie, isn't he, dear?" Arthur, who had low Perceptive Sense, didn't notice that a few people had disappeared in a short period of time. He said to the empty chair next to him, "But it's sad. When you were pregnant with Charlie, you were pregnant for almost ten months and he only gained seven pounds. Now, he's going to gain seven pounds himself. I think it'll only take him three weeks …"
Later, when Morgan-le-Feil felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to explain to Molly that her son had gone overboard, in a small dining room above the banquet hall that was built according to Muggle's Prime Minister's residence, No. 10 Downing Street.
Owen and some ministers of the Ministry of Magic and principals of magic academies from other countries who came to give their blessings to his new daughter were sitting together for a more private banquet.
"In our country, the boys wear blue ribbons and the girls wear red ribbons to differentiate …" Juliette Binoche, the minister of the French Ministry of Magic, who looked very dignified in a violet dress, introduced enthusiastically.
Owen had a faint smile on his face. He raised a glass of red wine and drank it without saying anything. He suddenly thought of the joke his son Allen told him about the other country's national flag. After the red and blue were separated, the remaining white flag could be used to teach the children how to surrender.
However, with the presence of such an elegant beauty, the department heads, who were mostly led by the male adepts, all tried to show the elegant side of their country's culture. Thus, the atmosphere at the table was quite good, until the dessert part of the banquet arrived.
Owen held the dessert spoon and casually asked the main topic, "I believe all of you are well-informed. What do you think about the recent developments of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards?"
Upon hearing this, High Priest Kuslapari of India, who had not appeared in the banquet hall before, pulled Buddy off his body; Minister Binoche, who was full of enthusiasm just now, raised the glass in front of her and took a sip; Mrs. Maksim elegantly smoothed the creases on her black satin dress … None of them said anything as they had their own thoughts.
For a moment, the room became quiet. It was not until Demstrand's principal, Igor Kakarov, lifted his thin chin and opened his mouth. He used his mouth that was installed in Granger's house to replace his mouth full of rotten teeth to let out a sweet falsetto sound and broke the silence, "I'm sure that President Babagid wants to resign recently, but I don't have much opinion on it yet."
There were also many people who gasped. Many of them did know about the current president's plan, but many of them were actually hearing about it for the first time.
"It's not a bad thing for him to resign as the president now …" High Priest Kuslapari raised his chin and seemed to begin to choose his words carefully. "I heard that the position of vice principal of Ouagadou School of Magic has been reserved for him at any time. At his age, it's also very meaningful for him to come back and do some work in magic research and education."
"In fact, the main reason why I arranged for everyone to gather here is because President Babagid wants to resign." Owen clasped his hands in front of him and said somewhat straightforwardly, "The previous president of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards is our British Mr. Albus Dumbledore. He has contributed to the peace of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards …" He looked at the ministers of other countries and said, "So our British Ministry of Magic hopes to be able to take back the position of the president of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards."
Upon hearing Owen's words, after a few seconds of silence, there were even some bursts of laughter. Even though the wizards present were all experienced in the workplace, some of them almost could not maintain their facial expressions when they heard Owen's almost whimsical words.
High Priest Kuslapari even lowered his head as if he was interested in a small accessory on his body. However, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing his sarcastic attitude.
"Minister Harris, the strength of the British magic community is now obvious to all in the international community …" Minister Binoche sorted out her thoughts and slowly tried to remind Owen in a tactful manner, "But because of this, some countries have misunderstood."
"Owen, although the previous sanctions on the British exist in name only, at least many of the Ministry of Magic have not ended it in name …" Madam Maxim turned the opal ring on her finger and said more directly than her minister.
"Hahaha, you Englishmen have a sense of humor in your bones … But, let's save the jokes for later …" A hearty voice resonated. A round-faced witch who was even more muscular than Molly slammed the table and laughed out loud. "Let's save the jokes for later. Kodosdoritz sent me here to ask if we want to borrow the venue of the duel contest to hold a magic school potion tournament. Maybe it's just the right time to expand the influence and not just to the four schools. I think Principal Allen Harris should still be able to participate as a student … If he can use the potion that can turn a squib into a wizard, I think it won't be a problem for him to win the championship … We Russians and my allies admire the strong. Maybe we'll be willing to support the British to regain the position of the president of the Union … "
Binoche was a little dissatisfied with the vulgarity of the witch, but he also thought of her previous profession and laughed mockingly. He recognized the strong witch as Petrova Bokov. This witch with a strange Russian surname used to be a professional ball chaser. The Bokov Seduction Technique was named after her surname. The Potion Tournament she mentioned was similar to the Three Great Hegemony Tournament. The difference was that according to convention, this irregular tournament, which was much less influential than the Goblet of Fire, was held between four magic schools: Hogwarts in the United Kingdom, Kodosdoritz in Russia, the Institute of Magic in Japan, and Ouagadou in Africa. The winning school would only receive a more symbolic golden crucible. (Author's Note: The tournament, the four schools, and the prizes are all official, but the time and method of holding the tournament have not been decided yet. With the intention of not missing it and trying to be the first person to eat any crab in the HP expansion setting, I don't intend to let it go.)
After a brief moment of confusion, some of the other ministers understood the seemingly crude plan of the Russian witch in front of them. She had mercilessly pointed out the disadvantages of England, which complemented the following conditions. Due to Russia's vast territory, it had always been a major exporter of herbs and potions. Obviously, the recent achievements of the floating city in various potions had made the Russians envious. Now, they were directly using the Magic Tournament to raise their conditions to England.
However, even if Russia and its followers and France joined forces, it was obvious that they would not be able to let the British, who had almost become the target of public criticism, regain the position because it would not benefit the other countries.
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