Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 751
In London, England, at the headquarters of the Anglo-German Magical Alliance, formerly the Flying Furnace Network of the British Ministry of Magic and the Immigration Department, one furnace after another ignited with emerald green flames, then went out, and strangely dressed wizards emerged from the flames.

These wizards included both men and women; some wore jet-black wizarding robes, some wore dark green robes, some wore modern clothing similar to Muggles, and some were wrapped in thick, warm down jackets.

Despite their different attire, they all looked gloomy and distressed.

Their expressions revealed heaviness and exhaustion. Deep wrinkles of stress were etched on their foreheads, their brows were furrowed, and their eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and unease.

After emerging from the fireplace, they didn't exchange many words, only glancing at each other with similar sorrow, before walking one by one into the private conference room of the Department of Magical Immigration, as if heading to an execution ground.

The first official—

Donil Klostermann, the current head of the Klostermann family from Finland, entered. His eyes gleamed with weariness and worry, and his lips were slightly downturned, as if bearing a heavy responsibility. His eyes appeared somewhat aged, suggesting he had experienced too many challenges and troubles.

He chose a seat furthest from the chairman's seat and sat down.

Next came the second official, Irina Smirnov. She looked a little better than Donil Klosterman when she entered the meeting room, but her brow was still furrowed, and her eyes revealed a sense of helplessness and confusion, as if the problems they faced could not be easily solved.

Similarly, Irina Smirnov also chose a seat away from the chairman's seat.

Then came the third official, Balaz Locke Hoffmann, the head of Germany's oldest wizarding family, who similarly walked in with a worried expression.

Then came the other high-ranking officials of the Anglo-German Magic Alliance, all of them in low spirits, as if they were attending a funeral rather than a meeting.

“Then my dear colleagues.” Just as the last person was seated in the conference room, a bright flame appeared at the head of the conference table.

The flames hovered in mid-air, slowly rotating and growing larger until they transformed into a dazzling, star-studded gate. "Our meeting won't be held here today. Come, come here, my compatriots," a voice came from the other side of the gate.

It was Tyrell's voice.

It was clearly a clear and pleasant young voice, but to everyone else it sounded like a death knell.

"Come on, why is no one here?" Tiera's voice came again from the other side of the door.

This time, Tiera's voice betrayed a hint of displeasure.

Upon hearing Tiera's voice, all the wizards in the conference room seemed to be struck by lightning. After exchanging glances, they had no choice but to stand up and walk with great difficulty and trepidation toward the star-studded door.

After passing through the dazzling gate that seemed to be made up of countless stars, they were greeted by endless green hills and intoxicating golden wheat fields.

Sunlight streamed down onto the streets of the small village's stone houses.

The traditional stone houses that were originally somewhat dilapidated on both sides of the street have been renovated and have been equipped with electrical wires, water pipes and air conditioning units, adding a touch of modernity to this seemingly quaint and backward village.

“Welcome, my colleagues.” Tiera stood at the entrance to the village street and saluted the wizard officials who had crossed the dazzling starlight gate.

(End of this chapter)