Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

On the second day of Christmas.

The British Ministry of Magic was surrounded by representatives from various countries.

Many high-ranking officials from various countries who received the news still did not believe that Britain had a complete Philosopher's Stone, and now hoped to see this ultimate alchemical artifact with their own eyes.

When Fudge, under the protection of a large number of black-clad wizards, displayed the Philosopher's Stone in the hall and demonstrated turning stone into gold in public.

Those representatives immediately went crazy.

If this news spread back to the country, the previous rhetoric used by the Ministry of Magic to fool and appease the people, saying that Britain was using cheap magic potions to grab wealth, would be self-defeating!

Sure enough, after a gorgeous and highly inflammatory report was issued from the UK.

On the third day of Christmas.

A large-scale wizard parade broke out on Lionheart Street, the commercial center of the French magic world.

French marches and strikes have almost become a fashion. Even if there is nothing serious, some people will hold signs on the street to express some inexplicable dissatisfaction.

Now, even if France has not opened up magic potion trade with Britain, the French magic world is still slightly rising in prices and unemployment due to the influence of other countries.

It is normal for a large-scale demonstration to break out.

"Stabilize prices and refuse to reduce wages!"

"Lift the restrictions on leaving the country! I want to go to Britain!"

"Open up the magic potion trade, I want to eat cheap magic potions!"

Civilian wizards held various painted signs and shouted on the street.

Even if some sober-minded and politically sensitive people explained in the crowd that this was all a British conspiracy, the response was not very good.

Ordinary people are sometimes quite pathetic. They only see the current predicament they are in and expect what they hope to happen, but they can't see why all this is happening.

Not to mention these spoiled French wizards who are usually open-minded.

They don't care about anything, they just want to increase their wages and use cheap magic potions, and they just want to move to a rich and prosperous wizard city to live a good life!

No Aurors or officials from the Ministry of Magic came out to stop the parade, because they knew it was useless. There were even staff from the French Ministry of Magic in the parade.

If officials really came out to deal with it, it would only intensify the conflict and lead to armed riots. When they are tired of making trouble and hungry, they will go back to their homes.

In a coffee shop with the best view on Lionheart Street.

French Minister of Magic Maurice was drinking coffee here, frowning as he watched the thousands of wizards parade below.

"These unruly people are always so easy to be provoked. I still worry about them at the end of the year."

Maxim, who was still in Hogwarts last night, was also at the side at this moment. She said worriedly.

"Minister, I feel that this parade is a conspiracy. Let's send someone to investigate it."

Maurice said indifferently.

"Is this the 32nd parade this year? This time the scale is the largest, and those demands are not the first time they have been raised. Isn't it normal?"

Without waiting for Maxim to refute, Maurice changed the subject and continued.

"But you said that Shaw has the Philosopher's Stone. This is indeed a very bad thing. I have applied for a visit to Mr. Flamel, but I have not received a reply."

Maxim was so anxious that he wanted to jump up and down. You have something that I also have. Even if I can visit Nick Flamel immediately, it will be useless.

"Minister, the current priority is to find a way to stabilize people's hearts and contact other allies, right?"

Maxim didn't dare to say a word. If the British really called now, I guess those people below would probably welcome it warmly, right?

Morris's eyes flashed with a trace of entanglement. He looked around and said mysteriously.

"Maxim, you are someone I trust. I want to discuss something with you. The Twin Snakes have come to me."

"What!"

Maxim's eyes widened even more, and he interrupted Morris without waiting for him to finish.

"Minister, I don't need to describe the cruelty and filthiness of the Twin Snakes. Cooperating with them is undoubtedly stepping into the dark. I strongly disagree!"

Morris choked.

"Ahem, I know, I know."

Maxim saw that Morris was not sincere, and continued to persuade him earnestly.

"Minister,"

Coincidentally, some other magical countries also had some small-scale demonstrations.

London, England.

The Leaky Cauldron, which was once the only way to enter Diagon Alley.

Although it is much quieter now, there are still many nostalgic old wizards and witches who are used to having a few drinks here.

Usually there are only a few old men, but today, for some reason, many middle-aged wizards gathered here.

In fact, it is not that these wizards have to come here. After all, it is a holiday, so the wizard pubs everywhere are already full.

The owner of the Broken Axe Tavern is still the sameOld Tom, with a hunchback and gap teeth, walked around the wine tables with a tray in his hand, listening to the fierce quarrels of these wizards.

"My relatives in France write to me every day to complain, and I don't know how to comfort them."

"My uncle in Portugal has long wanted to move to the UK, but he is restricted from leaving the country."

"I heard that those countries are cracking down on portkey smugglers, otherwise those wizards who yearn for our UK can also sneak over like me."

"Not only that, I heard that some countries have even secretly confiscated those cheap potions and slandered our UK's kindness in various ways."

"What? There is such a thing, it's too much!"

"We are strong in military force in the UK, and now we have the Philosopher's Stone as a foundation. How can we be plunderers! This is simply slander."

"If you ask me, the Ministry of Magic and Lord Black should be tougher."

In fact, most of these people are foreign wizards who moved to the UK when there were no restrictions on leaving the country.

Now they keep saying "we are the UK", and they say it with confidence.

"Bang!"

At this time, a middle-aged wizard who was a little drunk threw the bottle on the ground and shouted loudly.

"I believe you all have relatives who are suffering in other magical countries, right?

Instead of worrying here, why don't we collectively appeal to the Ministry of Magic and Lord Black.

Use force to attract those who are eager to join our great Britain!"

The pub was silent for a few seconds, and some drunk people immediately stood up and agreed.

"Jack, you said it very well!"

"Yes, our Britain is so powerful, how can we suffer such grievances!"

"Lord Black is so kind and wise, he must not bear to see my relatives suffer abroad."

"If you really send troops, I am willing to contribute a month's salary!"

"..."

More and more people agreed, even sober people were a little excited.

Old Tom wiped the wine glass behind the wine cabinet and watched the group of people rush into Diagon Alley together.

I couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The little guy who was wearing a tuxedo and pretending to be calm three years ago has now become so dazzling and has become a trend-setter of the times.

Every move he makes can turn the world upside down!