A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Things are really making a big deal.

Felix walked out of the hotel, the flash of the magic camera flickered dazzlingly, and a stream of purple smoke was ejected from the camera. The reporters in the French magical world were so excited that they had taken a manic potion, with abnormal flushing from the nose to the neck.

There were two black-robed wizards in the courtyard, and there was a circle around them. 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." Uria whispered.

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

"Maybe you will regret it."

"At least not yet. Why didn't they arrest us? The reporters have been filming for a while. To be honest, the flash dazzled me."

Uria said rationally: "The longer the delay, the better. See if you haven't seen it, Celeste is stupid."

Celeste was indeed stupid. She was warning Moore, who kept wiping sweat, with an orderly tone, "Mr. Secretary, you can't let journalists come in. It's about the diplomacy of the two countries."

Moore spit out a bunch of ambiguous French: "I can't control them, reporters have this right."

"At least take these two students away?"

"I can't be the master, it's about the diplomacy between the two countries." Moore replied with the same words, "I have notified the minister that I will not do anything until he comes. Maybe you can do it yourself."

Of course Celeste wouldn't be so stupid as to do it himself. Didn't you see that the reporters outside were so excited that they were about to explode?

She wants to add another fire?

What will her commentary be like tomorrow!

Celeste felt that she was playing off again. She walked up to Cecil and squeezed a word from her teeth: "Where are our people?"

"I was led away by the reformers. When I returned, the attack was over. They are now out to try their luck and see if they can find someone. There is no news yet." Cecil said.

"Let these idiots come back! What's the point of arresting people now, they all delivered them to the door by themselves." Celeste said angrily. She felt her legs and hat in the Woolworth Building office chair. With wings on, everything seemed to leave her.

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

"Look outside! Someone is here again!" said a short reporter.

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

"...More black-robed soldiers!" The short reporter couldn't wait to give Yuria and them a new name as the front page headline tomorrow.

No, it's the headline tonight!

More than a dozen reporters rushed out carrying black cameras. In their excited expressions, dozens of black-robed wizards appeared at the Boothrace Hotel. They were masked on their faces, silent all the way, and their footsteps were neat and tidy. This style attracts the attention of journalists.

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

Moore looked up at the sky and studied the shape of a cloud intently, as if there was some great discovery hidden on it. So, under the gaze of the staff of the French Ministry of Magic, 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 the two of them, and they hadn't recovered.

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

"Hey, Uria, we have completed the task, but before we left, we summed it up and felt 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, Uria." A ponytailed witch lifted the 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, and I'm not reconciled to leave like this."

"Coincidentally, I think so too."

...

The black-robed wizards lifted their masks. They were male and female, tall and short, fat and thin, but they were full of youthful breath.

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

Not just her, Moore, Cecil, Maxwell, Bubaji, journalists, and Muggle research experts, one of them counted as one, and they were all shocked by this picture.

After a brief pause, the hotel yard boiled, and the shutter sound of the magic camera became a continuous noise, as noisy as a buzzing.

Above Paris, owls swept across the sky.

Faced with this situation, a small Director of the Law Enforcement Department was completely unable to bear it.

The French Minister of Magic arrived first, but he also found it tricky. Hesitating between grasping and not grasping, at this moment, a group of figures appeared through phantom shift.

"American!"

The French Minister of Magic said in surprise.

A woman strode over, "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 the Congress..."

"Have you received the news?"

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

"We are the first batch of door keys and apparitions with the help of reserves. There may be some wizarding people who pay close attention to this matter..."

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

After three or four hours, people who came to get the news filled up half of the valley.

The French Minister of Magic urgently transferred a third of the staff and took over the security work in the surrounding area of ​​the hotel.

Cancel vacations, ban fishing, and pass to work overtime. All kinds of concealment and protection spells were spilled like rain, and the Boothrace Hotel temporarily disappeared from the eyes of ordinary people.

Felix stood in the corner and watched silently, not knowing what the end of the matter would lead in the end. But the girl named Bessni, and the young people at the head, are afraid that they will go down in history.

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

There are constantly big people coming over.

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

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

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

"No one expected... the councillors were very angry. They wanted to punish these students severely."

"How? Put them in jail?" Dumbledore's expression was very serious, his silver-white beard trembling: "With all due respect, Markus, any of your actions now will affect them for several years or more than a decade. The future will eventually reflect directly on you, and no one can escape."

"Yeah, I just learned that they did break the law, but the nature is not bad. The most important thing is that the impact is great. If it is not handled well, it may be next Monday at the latest, these people outside will rush into Wool Voss Building, overthrow the entire Magic Congress!"

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

Felix didn't listen carefully. He walked out of the hotel and looked at the crowd that was 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, the big people are afraid they won't be able to go out.

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

"But I hope I can punish these Yankees severely afterwards!"

...

Felix was standing 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 the magic world~www.readwn.com~ A person next to him said: "I didn't expect to see this kind of sight in the rest of my life."

Felix had already noticed that someone was approaching. He turned his head and saw an old man tremblingly moving in small steps. His face was very pale, as if it was painted with a layer of white paint. Whiter, or face whiter.

He hurried over to hold his arm.

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

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

"It doesn't matter, people are old and their bones are a bit brittle."

Felix looked at him weirdly, wondering if he would recommend some calcium tablets.

Speaking of which, is it useful for wizards to eat calcium tablets?