Hibiscus Chinensis's voice on the TV seemed to be even happier, "Principal Harris has won another thirteen international awards after the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spellcasting … Currently, the floating city of Hogwarts is preparing to slowly move to the European continent and help the Ministry of Magic of various countries along the way to establish a trade network and its own floating city. Finally, it will arrive in Greece after this year's exam so that Principal Allen Harris can participate in the International Duel Competition and the Potion Tournament …"
"This is really good. I might be able to watch these competitions live after I go to the floating city." Jessica raised her hand and patted the packed luggage, "Ian … You really don't want to …"
"Jessica, you don't have to say it. Just like how I don't want you to learn from the British …" Ian scratched his head in annoyance, "You didn't go to Vaguardo … The other countries are all spineless. They can't wait to take out everything to please the British … They even want to punish us in return to please Allen."
"But it's not like Allen didn't agree to it, right? You know he won't … Ian, I'm just going to learn magic. " Jessica reached out her hand and messed up her brother's hair even more. She said in a reproachful tone, "You didn't want to go with me …"
"There's also some ancient magic knowledge in the Elymouth Library. We have more of these things in the Horned Snake Academy …" Ian slapped his sister's hand away in a fit of pique. He sat up straight and the sofa bounced with his movement, "We still have a lot of our own knowledge that hasn't been dug out yet. You can stay …"
"Ian, don't be childish. I used to think that Elymouth was the best magic school, but when you see the flying city in the sky and the one that's about to fly up … I understand that we really aren't … I just want to bring them back to the United States now." Jessica bit her lip and tried to persuade her brother who had become a little extreme again, "Besides, just like what Uncle Leonard said, you shouldn't mix with Graves and the others anymore … At first, I thought what they said made sense, but think about what they did. They just made the situation in the United States dry up. They were more like bragging and saying things that the people liked to hear. Those actions are not good for the development of the United States … Instead, they turned us into an isolated country … Think about it, if the good relationship between the United States and the United Kingdom was a few years ago … Our Elymouth would also become a floating city …"
"But that's not our own!" Ian said was unconvinced, "For this reason, do we need to sell our dignity?"
"Except for making friends with the United Kingdom, it didn't make any harsh demands, did it? We also have our own strengths. I heard that the United Kingdom's students even learned the spell casting that was eliminated by Wagado to make up for the shortcomings of the European system, which is too difficult to cast spells without a wand, so that the wizards who don't have enough talent will not completely lose their ability to cast spells even if they lose their wands. Other people don't reject learning from other countries. Why should we reject learning from the United Kingdom's strengths? " Jessica hugged her brother and turned his head to look at her, "Ian … Don't go to the Blind Pig Bar to fool around with them … It makes you blind … As Uncle Leonard said, you and I are not suitable for politics. Why don't you resign and go to the United States with me to learn something from the United Kingdom? It's more practical and meaningful. We haven't been separated since we were young …"
Ian seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, but in the end, he turned his face to the side and did not look directly at his sister's eyes that were beginning to become disappointed. "Your door key's time is almost up. Go and ask Uncle Leonard for me. Tell him that our quarrel will not affect my feelings for him …"
Jessica sighed. She let go of her brother, waved to him, and then dragged her suitcase into the fireplace. She was going to meet her Uncle Leonard. He would personally use the door key to send her to the United Kingdom for transit, and then go to the floating city to hand her over to his friend Fleevy.
As the green light in the fireplace faded away, the smell of Jessica's perfume still lingered in the living room, but there was no trace of her. Ian stood up, kicked the chair away, and grabbed a handful of Jessica powder in front of the fireplace.
"The Blind Pig Bar."
Without going through the door of the bar that used the peephole to observe the visitors to decide whether they were allowed to enter or not, Ian, a regular, walked out of the fireplace inside the bar and came to the bar that seemed to be shrouded in smoke all year round.
"The tears of the phoenix fell like rain and turned into pearls. When the dragon took away the girl he loved the most, the Billy Wigg forgot to fly. When his lover left him, even the unicorn lost its long horn. Even the eagle felt lonely because the girl he loved had long left. This is the story I know. Love makes the strange beasts restless, whether they are dangerous or gentle. The undulating of their wings and the flipping of their fur, they are all driven mad by love."
The bar's resident music, "The Blind Pig", was still playing, but it was no longer sung by the mixed-blood siren. Instead, it was just a whisper in the background of the phonograph.
All kinds of slogans and news articles that criticized the United Kingdom for violating the Secret Act and being too domineering, as well as the sanctions imposed by other countries, were now replaced by a new rogue behavior of resisting the United Kingdom. Describing oneself as a victim of the betrayal of other countries became the new focus of the propaganda.
One of the most obvious pictures was the head of Allen Harris, which had been blackened and changed. His eyes were drawn to protrude, almost flying out of his eye sockets as he greedily looked at the trophies.
Compared to before, there were many more sirens in this underground bar opened by a siren. They raised their glasses and gathered together with the admirers of Gravis, cursing the United Kingdom and Harris loudly. Due to the special effect of the liquor, they couldn't stop themselves from giggling.
On the narrow stage, the former singing platform of the mixed-blood siren singer had been converted into a podium.
A wizard with short curly hair stood on the stage and gave a speech. His tone was hurried, and he waved the newspaper in his hand vigorously. He looked a little excited. The wizards below could drink freely from the tray in the hands of the short siren waiters in black tuxedos. This place had become the stronghold of American nationalism, and there were people giving speeches here every night.
"Hey, Ian, you don't seem to be in a good mood tonight. What happened?" Fausz Gravis walked out of the dark side hall. He was dressed much more maturely than the wizards in the bar. His hairstyle had also changed. His short black hair converged into a point in front of his forehead. A pair of thick black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a tight jawline coupled with a well-defined square chin, made him look very determined.
The official of the Ministry of Magic, who had been in the limelight before, came up to Ian and handed him a glass of red amber-colored drink. "Try it? My friend got me a bottle of Ogden Aged Flame Whiskey. It's said to be from a dead traitor, but it doesn't affect the taste. "
Ian took the glass and took a big gulp without saying a word. The excellent taste and the hot feeling made the drink seem to bring courage. Ian, who didn't have a preference for or research on alcohol, understood the origin of the drink's name.
Gravis sat quietly with him for a while and just refilled his glass. Seeing that Ian's body was a little relaxed due to the effect of the alcohol, Gravis asked softly, "I thought you were in a bad mood because of Jessica's departure today, but you don't seem to be troubled by it. My friend, some things are easier to talk about … Is it because Leonard misunderstood me and tried to stop you again?"
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