Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Things really made a big deal.

Felix walked out of the hotel, the flash of the magic camera flickered dazzlingly, and one after another purple smoke was ejected from the camera. The reporters of the French Magic Circle were so excited that they had eaten a manic potion, with abnormal flushes from the nose to the neck.

There are two black robe wizards in the courtyard, and a circle is left around. People seem to have a kind of ambivalence and want to take a closer look, but they also have some hidden worries, so they chose a position that is not embarrassing or awkward.

Their masks have been taken off, revealing two young faces.

"Byers, you don't need to follow." Yuria whispered.

"I have been seen anyway, what am I afraid of? I just want to have a look at Besni before being locked up." Byers said indifferently.

"Maybe you will regret it."

"At least not yet. Why don't they arrest us? The reporters have been filming for a while. To be honest, the flashlight shook I'm dazzled."

Uriah said rationally: "The longer the delay, the better. I see it, West Lestrange is stupid."

West Lestrange is indeed stupid. She was warning Moore, who kept wiping sweat with a command tone, "Mr. Secretary, you can't let journalists come in. This is about the diplomacy between the two countries." Moore spit out a bunch of ambiguous French: "I can't control them. The reporter has this right."

"At least take these two students away?"

"I am unable to help Lord, it's about Diplomacy between the two countries." Moore replied with the same words, "I have notified the minister that I will not do anything before he comes. Maybe you can do it yourself."

Of course not West Lestrange Would you be stupid enough to do it yourself, didn't you see that the reporters outside were so excited that they were about to explode?

She wants to add another fire?

Then what will her style review become tomorrow!

West Lestrange once again felt that she was playing off. She walked to Cecil and squeezed a sentence from her teeth: "Where are our people?"

"Renovated The people in the meeting were led away. When they came back, the attack was over. They are now going out and try one's luck to see if they can find someone. There is no news yet." Cecil said.

"Let these idiots come back! What's the use of arresting people now, they all delivered them to the door by themselves." West Lestrange flustered and exasperated said, feeling that she was in the Woolworth Building office Her chair had long legs, and her hat had wings — in short, everything seemed to be away from her.

"Sorry, I can't get in touch." Cecil shrugged.

"Look outside! Someone is coming!" said a short reporter.

"The minister is here?" the reporter next to him asked.

"...More black robe soldiers!" The short reporter could not wait to give Yuria and them a new name as the headline tomorrow.

No, it’s the headline tonight!

A dozen reporters rushed out carrying black cameras. In their excited expressions, dozens of black robe wizards appeared at the Boothrace Hotel, with masks on their faces and silent all the way. Language, footsteps neat and tidy, this style attracts the attention of journalists.

Mark Swell asked for instructions: "Director, what should we do?"

Moore looked up at the sky and studied the shape of a cloud intently, as if hidden on it. What a great discovery. So, under the gaze of the French Ministry of Magic staff, the students of Ifamoni walked into the courtyard without any hindrance.

Uria and Byers looked at their arrogant companions with dull expressions, until they walked in front of them, and they did not come back to his senses.

"Why are you here? Didn’t you let you go? Just write a letter..."

"Hey Yuria, we have completed the task, but in Before we left, we summed it up and thought it was not good to miss this excitement." said a passionate voice.

"Matt..." Uria whispered.

"It's me." The speaking wizard lifted the mask, revealing a brilliant smile.

"And me, Yuria." A ponytailed witch lifted his mask and blinked at him.

"Haha, I can't just slip away like this." A hearty wizard smiled and lifted his mask.

"Yes, Zakley is right, I am not reconciled to leave like this."

"It's a coincidence, I think so too."

...

One by one, the black robe wizard lifted off the mask. They are male and female, tall and short, fat and thin, but they are full of youthful breath.

Seeing this scene, West Lestrange was completely dumbfounded, his lips opened and closed silently, with a dull expression.

It's not just her, Moore, Cecil, Mark Swell, Bubbaji, journalists, muggle research experts, each one was present, and they were all shocked by this picture. .

After a short pause, the hotel’s yard boiled, and the shutter sound of the magic camera became a continuous noise, as noisy as a buzzer.

Above Paris, owls cross the sky.

Faced with this situation, a small Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement could not bear it.

The Minister of the French Ministry of Magic arrived first, but he also found it difficult. Hesitating between catching and not catching, at this moment, one after another silhouette appeared through Disapparation.

"Americans!"

The French Ministry of Magic said in surprise.

A woman walked over in stride, "Hello, Minister, I am entrusted by Chairman Markas to come to communicate with you first. He will arrive a little later, you know, in order to appease Congress ……"

"Have you received the news?"

The woman said helplessly: "This is also one of the content to be communicated, my God, they really possess great magical power."

"We are the first batch-with the help of reserved portkey and Disapparation. We may follow some wizard people who are paying close attention to this matter..."

Her words are somewhat conservative, and they are definitely not just "some" enthusiastic people.

Three or four hours later, people who came to get the news filled a small valley.

The Minister of the French Ministry of Magic urgently transferred one third staff to take over the security work in the surrounding area of ​​the hotel.

Cancel vacations, prohibit fishing, and work overtime. All kinds of concealment and protective incantation were sprinkled like rain, and the Boothrace Hotel temporarily disappeared from the eyes of the ordinary person.

Felix stood in the corner and watched silently, not knowing what the event would lead to in the end. But the girl named Besni, and the youngsters headed by them, are afraid that they will go down in the annals of history.

Even if he is just an outsider, he is looking forward to a more'pioneering' solution.

Great characters keep coming over.

The chairman of the American Magic Congress, the headmaster of the Ifamoni School, a member of the International Wizards Federation, and a familiar silhouette-Albus Dumbledore, who is the president of the International Wizards Federation.

"Dumbledore, you are here too." Markus, the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States, greeted him with strides.

"Markas, I have to come. The commotion has reached my unintelligible ears. It is conceivable that the impact of the matter will be."

"No It is expected that... the councillors are angry and they want to punish these students severely."

"What? Put them in jail?" Dumbledore's expression was very serious, his silver white beard trembling: "Forgive me to speak bluntly, Markas, any of your actions now will affect the future in a few years or more than a decade, and it will directly reflect on you, and no one can escape."

"Yes, I just learned that they did break the law, but the nature is not bad. The most important thing is-the impact is huge. If it is not handled well, it may be next Monday at the latest, these people from outside will come in. Woolworth Building, overthrow the entire magic Congress!"

"Look, Dumbledore, there are nearly a thousand people outside."

Felix didn’t listen carefully, he When I walked out of the hotel and looked at the crowd still gathering, more than half of them were American visitors.

With these enthusiastic people in the hotel, if you don't talk about a result in the hotel, the great characters are afraid that they won't be able to go out.

A French staff member who maintains order said dissatisfied: "In fact, they can be regarded as smuggling... It's just that no one cares at this moment."

" But I hope I can fine these Yankees fiercely afterwards!"

...

Felix stood on a hillside, looking out at the hotel. Looking at the turbulent crowd from this perspective, there is a special sense of withdrawal, which makes his thinking more inclined to rationality.

Ministry of Magic...Ordinary wizard...Student...

He has a new understanding of the organization of magic circle.

A person next to him said: "Didn't expect to see this kind of sight in a lifetime."

Felix had already noticed someone approaching. He turned around and saw a An old man moved tremblingly in small steps. His face was very pale, as if he had been painted with a layer of white paint. It is hard to say whether his hair is whiter or his face is whiter.

He hurried over to hold his arm.

"Ouch." The old man cried out in pain.

"Uh, excuse me?" Felix looked at him unknownly.

"It doesn't matter, the man is old, and his bones are a bit brittle."

Felix looked at him strangely, wondering if he would recommend him to take some calcium tablets.

speaking of which, is it useful for the wizard to take calcium tablets?