days at Hogwarts

Chapter 806 Migration Plan
In the windowless underground venue, Lucius Malfoy, wearing a dark green robe, walked through the corridor, followed by Draco in a black suit. The father and son entered the venue and sat in the front row of the audience seats under the guidance of the staff.

On the solid wood armrests on both sides of their seats, a gray-green metal emblem shone faintly. A faint and dim light flashed quietly, and two fire dragons and several poisonous snakes surrounded the letter "M", dark and crystal clear.

The Malfoy family emblem is also a seat mark. The International Confederation of Wizards welcomes all wizards or magical creatures to attend, but only in the unimportant back seats. To some extent, the front seats are a symbol of status and wealth.

Lucius's hair was a little mottled, and his back was no longer as straight as before, but slightly curved. If he had been trying to maintain his posture and grace in the past, now he was trying to be comfortable without being impolite, and he looked a bit old.

The front and back seats were gradually filled with wizards who were listening to the lecture. Some of them were familiar faces. The back row was filled with pure-blood families that survived the turmoil, the front row was filled with mixed-blood upstarts who had made their fortunes in recent years, as well as retired officials from the Ministry of Magic and members of the Order of Merlin...

Some of them were unfamiliar faces, and their identities could only be identified by the emblems inlaid on the armrests on both sides. They were members of the Beauxbatons Board of Directors in France, scholars from the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center, and pure-blood wizards from other regions...

There are still some acquaintances in my memory, but it will probably be difficult to see them in the future.

Draco's hair was combed meticulously, a platinum yellowish color, and the cuffs of his custom-made suit were embroidered with gold thread patterns. He intertwined his hands, fingers interlocked, and glanced expressionlessly at the center of the venue, observing the wizards present.

From time to time, there were whispered discussions around him, and occasionally Malfoy's words could be heard. Whenever such words floated into his ears, Draco would unconsciously straighten his back.

Just as he was calmly straightening his posture, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. His relaxed hands clenched into fists and his breathing became a little rapid.

……

Underground venue, audience seats.

After greeting her former colleagues at the newspaper, Rita Skeeter came and sat down in the front row.

The wide field of vision ahead means that the photos she takes will be clearer and will be more eye-catching when placed on the front page of newspapers; being only a few body lengths away from the main venue, she can clearly hear the speeches of each representative, which also means that her press releases are more detailed and specific than those of other reporters.

Skeeter tried out his quill to make sure he could write down the key points and write a document as quickly as possible after each meeting.

"Members of the Order of the Phoenix are treated quite well..."

She muttered softly.

There was a slight commotion coming from the meeting room in front. Representatives from various wizard governments and ethnic groups had begun to take their seats, and the meeting was about to begin.

Skeeter raised his head and saw the two familiar figures at the main seat. His eyes widened slightly, and his face was full of uncontrollable excitement and anticipation.

The feather pen strokes on the parchment, and the portable camera freezes the moment.

……

The Ministry of Magic connected the upper and lower floors and arranged a simple and elegant conference venue, which is large enough to accommodate all participating wizards and representatives of magical creatures.

The president's seat was located in the central main seat. When Loren sat down behind Dumbledore, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

The huge venue was divided into several parts. On the left side of the main seat was the host, the British Ministry of Magic, with the current minister, Ms. Bones, attending the meeting. On the right side was the previous host, the Magical Congress of the United States of America, with the current president, Mr. Colehaug, attending the meeting. In turn, were representatives of the Ministries of Magic from France, Germany, Austria and other places.

There are also representatives from various intelligent magical creatures attending the conference.

Sitting next to the main seat, I had a panoramic view of the entire venue. There were more delegates than expected, and the ethnic groups attending the meeting were more complex than expected. "President Dumbledore..."

"Who is that young wizard sitting next to him?"

"I haven't heard that the Dumbledore family has any descendants."

"The British Ministry of Magic doesn't seem surprised."

"Could it be..."

As words of exclamation or question intertwined, Loren also felt a certain solemnity, the solemnity that carried the future destiny of all magical creatures, the solemnity of changing the world and creating the future.

After an unknown amount of time, the audience, delegates and other biological groups gradually quieted down, but there were still curious eyes looking at Dumbledore and the young wizard beside him.

Ms. Bones gradually raised her wand, shaking it slightly.

The light in the entire venue suddenly dimmed. The Ministry of Magic was located underground, and all the light in the venue came from the golden runes swimming on the ceiling. Minister Bones adjusted the lights and gathered the light in the main venue.

"The Ministry of Magic also hosted the Conference fifty years ago, but there was no light show then."

Dumbledore said with a smile, his voice low enough for only him and Loren to hear.

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer. He did not pay much attention to the light. Instead, he looked at the delegates and the plan he had discussed with some of them flashed through his mind.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the International Confederation of Wizards!"

Amelia Bones, who looked to be in her forties or fifties, was slightly plump, with a slightly square chin, short grey hair, and wore a monocle. She always had a serious expression on her face. After looking around, she put her wand against her neck and said:

“It has been nearly four hundred years since the establishment of the International Confederation of Wizards in the 17th century. This does not mean that our history is only four hundred years. Before that, there was the Wizarding Parliament, and before we united, there were wizarding governments in various regions.

"For thousands of years, the history of wizards has been about responding to crises and uniting to continue the history of magical civilization. We have faced dark wizards, purgers, witch-hunting churches, witch cults, and death eaters... We migrated settlements and issued the Statute of Secrecy just to survive better.

"We gather here for the continuation of magic, for the development of wizards, and for a better tomorrow...

"The last International Wizarding Conference was held four years ago. In recent years, with the cooperation of various wizarding regimes and intelligent biological groups, some long-term progress has been made.

“Four years ago, MACUSA took the lead in establishing a werewolf rights department, providing potion subsidies, recruiting werewolves into employment, directly rescuing nearly four thousand werewolves, and indirectly helping tens of thousands of werewolves and werewolf families. This is an outstanding achievement that will surely go down in history.

"For four years, the British Ministry of Magic dealt with the return of Voldemort. The Ministry was even breached twice and almost completely overturned. After going through all kinds of hardships and obstacles, it finally won the victory...

“We have achieved brilliant results, and we will surely create an even more brilliant future.”

Ms. Bones spoke a few more sentences, paused for a moment, and then said to the many delegates: "The previous crisis has been resolved, and a new crisis is brewing. Today we gather here again just to discuss one topic..."

"Magical Civilization Migration Plan." The President of the Magical Congress of the United States, Cole Haug, stood up with a solemn expression.

(End of this chapter)