A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 168: The snowball of the era

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Things are really messed up.

Felix walked out of the hotel, the flash of the magic camera flickered dazzlingly, and puffs of purple smoke spewed out from the camera. The reporters from the French magic circle were so excited that they seemed to have taken a manic potion, and abnormal flushes appeared from the wings of their noses to their necks.

There were two wizards in black robes standing in the courtyard, leaving a circle around them. People seem to have an ambivalence, wanting to take a closer look, but also have some hidden worries, so they choose a position that is neither awkward nor embarrassing.

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

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

"Anyway, I've already been seen, so what are you afraid of? I just hope that I can see Bethany before I'm locked up." Byers said indifferently.

"Maybe you'll regret it."

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

Uria said rationally: "The longer the delay, the better. See, Celeste is stupid."

Celeste is indeed stupid. She is warning Moore, who is constantly wiping sweat, in an orderly tone, "Mr. Director, you can't let reporters come in. This is related to the diplomacy of the two countries."

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

"At least take these two students away?"

"I can't make the decision, it's about the diplomacy of the two countries." Moore replied with the same words, "I have informed the minister that I will do nothing 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 already so excited that they were about to explode?

She wants to add another fire?

Then what will her reputation look like tomorrow!

Celeste once again felt that she was out of play. She walked up to Cecil and squeezed a word out of her teeth: "Where are our people?"

"I was lured away by people from the Reform Society. When I came back, the attack was over. They are now going out to try their luck to see if they can find someone. There is no news yet." Cecil said.

"Get these idiots back! What's the use of arresting people now, they've all come to their door." Celeste said angrily, she felt that the chair in her office in the Woolworth Building was too long Legs, hats and wings, in short, everything seemed to leave her.

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

"Look outside! Someone's coming again!" said a short reporter.

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

"... more black-robed soldiers!" The short reporter couldn't wait to put a new name on Yuria and the others, as tomorrow's headlines.

No, it's the headline tonight!

More than a dozen reporters rushed out with black cameras on their shoulders. Amidst their excited expressions, dozens of wizards in black robes appeared at the Buslace Hotel. Neat and neat, this kind of style especially attracts the attention of reporters.

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

Moore looked up at the sky, concentrating on studying the shape of a cloud, as if some great discovery was hidden there. So, under the watchful eyes of the staff of the French Ministry of Magic, the students of Ilvermorny walked into the courtyard without any hindrance.

Uria and Byers looked at their arrogant companions with dull expressions, and they didn't recover until they walked in front of them.

"Why are you here? Didn't you tell you to leave? Just write a letter..."

"Hey, Yuria, we have completed the task, but before we leave, we made up our minds and thought it would be a good idea to miss this excitement." An enthusiastic voice said.

"Matt..." Uriah whispered.

"It's me." The speaking wizard lifted his mask, revealing a bright smiling face.

"And me, Uria." A witch with a ponytail lifted her mask and winked at him.

"Haha, I can't just slip away like this." A cheerful wizard lifted his mask with a smile.

"Yes, Zachary is right, I am not willing to leave like this."

"Coincidentally, I think so too."

…

The black-robed wizards lifted their masks one by one. There are men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, but they are all full of youthfulness.

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

It's not just her, Moore, Cecil, Maxwell, Bubbaji, reporters, Muggle studies experts, one by one, were all shocked by this picture.

After a short pause, the courtyard of the hotel was boiling, and the shutter sound of the magic camera was connected together, as noisy as a buzzer.

Over Paris, owls fly across the sky.

Faced with this situation, a small head of the Department of Legal Enforcement can't handle it at all.

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

"American!"

The French Minister of Magic said in surprise.

A woman strode over, "Hello, Minister, I am entrusted by Chairman Marcus to communicate with you first. He will arrive later, you know, in order to appease Congress..."

"Did you get the message?"

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

"We are the first batch of portkeys and apparitions with the help of reserves. We may follow some wizards who pay close attention to this matter..."

Her words are a bit conservative, and she is definitely not just "some" enthusiastic people.

After three or four hours, people who got the news filled the small half of the valley.

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

Cancellation of vacations, prohibition of fishing, and passing overtime. All kinds of concealment and protective spells were poured down like rain, and the Busleys Hotel temporarily disappeared in the eyes of ordinary people.

Felix stood in the corner and observed silently, not knowing where things would end up. But that girl named Bethany, and the young people who lead them, are afraid that they will be recorded in the annals of history.

Even if he is just an outsider, he is looking forward to more "pioneering" solutions.

There are big names coming over all the time.

The chairman of the Magical Congress of America, the principal of Ilvermorny School, a member of the International Federation of Wizards, and a familiar figure Albus Dumbledore, he is the president of the International Federation of Wizards.

"Dumbledore, you're here too." Markus, the chairman of the Magical Congress of America, strode forward to greet him.

"Marcus, I have to come. The commotion has reached my unskilled ears. One can imagine the impact of the matter."

"No one expected...the congressmen are angry, and they want to punish these students severely."

"How to do it? Put them in prison?" Dumbledore's expression was very serious, his silver-white beard trembling: "With all due respect, Marcus, any action you take now will affect years, The future more than ten years later will directly reflect on you in the end, 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 huge. Once it is not handled well, it may be next Monday at the latest. Enter the Woolworth Building and overthrow the entire Magic Congress!"

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

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 around, if there is no result discussed in the hotel, the big shots might not be able to get out.

A French staff member who maintained order said dissatisfiedly: "Actually, they can all be regarded as smuggled immigrants... It's just that at this juncture, no one cares."

"But I hope that after the fact, these Yankees will be punished severely!"

…

Felix stood on a small hill, overlooking the hotel from a distance. Looking at the turbulent crowd from this angle, there is a special sense of detachment, which makes his thinking more rational.

Ministry of Magic...ordinary wizards...students...

He has a new understanding of the organizational form of the magic world~IndoMTL.com~ A person next to him said: "I didn't expect to see such a scene in my lifetime."

Felix had noticed someone approaching for a long time. He turned his head and saw an old man walking over tremblingly in small steps. His face was very pale, as if it had been painted with white paint. His hair was grayer, and his face was still paler.

He hurried over and took his arm.

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

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

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

Felix looked at him strangely, thinking whether to suggest him to take some calcium tablets.

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