Paris.
District Six,
Furstenberg Square.
As the entrance to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic, it is very busy with people coming and going.
Henry Abell, the Minister of Magic, surrounded by a group of wizards, stood in front of a tree in the center of the square, waiting for the elevator to enter the lobby.
Abel also held a copy of the Paris Journal, and the headline was about his condolences to the national team members who were about to compete in the Quidditch World Cup.
There is also a photo in the newspaper, which is a photo of Abel and the team members. He is small and standing in the middle, surrounded by seven big men.
Except for him, the minister, who is white, everyone else is black.
One white and seven black...very eye-catching.
In the distance, a red-haired wizard came. After he saw the minister, he greeted the minister warmly:
"Hey Henry, are you back with your condolences?"
"Yeah, Bird."
"How was it?" Bird smiled and said, "I read in the newspaper that you even played a friendly match with them?"
"Don't mention it." Abel sighed: "I was given fifty-eight balls by them. Those gangsters really tortured me."
Bird twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that these national team members really have no discernment.
The Ministry of Magic organized an intra-department competition. As a chaser, how often did the Minister not score more than a dozen balls and win the championship easily?
"Can the French Quidditch team win the championship this year?" Bird asked again.
"It's very difficult." Abel shook his head and said:
"It's okay for these old black men to play Muggle football, but playing Quidditch doesn't rely much on the body. It mainly relies on skills and brains. They are really close."
In the last World Cup, the French team was in the top 16 and was eliminated by the Vietnamese team. In the end, the British newspaper next door even nicknamed the French team...Vietnamese Prisoners.
If you can reach the semi-finals this year, it will be considered a success!
The two chatted about the Quidditch World Cup and then discussed the upcoming International Federation of Wizards Conference.
"I don't know which wizard will be elected president in this election." Albert said, "I just sent the delegation off to board the floating dragon boat yesterday."
"Most likely it's Dumbledore, right?" Bird guessed: "He is the wizard I admire most."
"Among those hateful British guys, I like Newt Scamander best. He saved Paris from Grindelwald." Abel said with a smile:
"I was only seven years old at the time, and I was deeply impressed by the overwhelming coverage in all the newspapers that day."
"But Newt Scamander didn't run, right?" Bird asked confused.
"No, so I asked Stambaugh to vote for Babajide Akinbade." Abel said in a low voice.
"Isn't Ajinbad an African wizard?"
"Just because you are African, you are one of our own." Abel said with a proud smile: "Most African wizards have immigrated to France."
"That's what I was going to say." Bird said with worry:
“I looked at statistics and found that less than 40% of French wizards’ births this year are white, and most of the rest are black.
I'm really afraid that one day a group of dark-skinned wizards will say to our children, 'Get out of France, this is the land our ancestors protected.' "
Bird was worried that the Gallic rooster would turn into a Gallic Silkie.
Abel patted Bird on the shoulder and consoled him: "It's okay. I believe in the wisdom of future generations and they will handle this balance."
The elevator came, and a few people walked in, and soon entered an art-style hall. On the vaulted ceiling, there were a large number of constellation patterns painted in the shape of magical animals.
Passing through the front hall and coming to the central hall, looking from a distance, a huge statue is placed in the most conspicuous position.
The statue features the iconic elements of the French tricolor, cockade and Phrygian cap.
There is also a row of French mottos under the statue: Incanté, Envouté, Conjuré!
Meaning...casting spells, casting spells, summoning.
"Mr. Minister, you are finally here." A witch hurried over and said impatiently: "Something big has happened!"
"Tarot, how many times have I told you, always be calm during big events."
Abel looked at his secretary and scolded him with a straight face: "What a shame for you to make such a fuss!"
"but……"
"No but, I don't want to see you in such a panic again, calm your breathing first!"
Taro was silent for ten seconds, and then Abel asked, "Okay, what happened?"
"The Ministry of Magic just detected that the floating dragon boat escorting representatives from various countries to Berlin..." Tarot paused and said: "It fell from the sky."
"..."
Abel's face turned pale instantly, his chest heaved up and down, and he breathed quickly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Taro felt aggrieved and was about to retort when Abel asked again: "How is the situation now?!"
"I asked the Floo Network Administration to contact the wizard on the ship and tried to set up a temporary Floo Network, but I couldn't get in touch."
"Send rescue immediately," Abel said.
"But how to rescue it?" Taro asked doubtfully: "That is a floating dragon ship. We can't let Auror ride a broomstick and use a levitation spell to prevent it from falling."
Abel was speechless. He walked slowly and asked, "Where is the ship now?"
"Above the Pyrenees Mountains," Taro said.
Abel took a breath. The Pyrenees was not a place with dense crowds. Even if he fell from a height of 10,000 meters, it would most likely not affect Muggle cities.
If it is possible to cross the border and land in Spain, then it really has nothing to do with the French Ministry of Magic.
Lotta seemed to know what Abel was thinking, she reminded:
"Minister, judging from the current position, the ship is likely to crash into Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"..."
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Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Madame Maxime was organizing a meeting for teachers to discuss participating in the Triwizard Tournament when she received news of evacuation from the Ministry of Magic.
She walked out of the office and looked towards the sky, looking for the floating dragon ship.
Someone suddenly opened his mouth wide and pointed to the extreme west of the world. After regaining consciousness, he quickly shouted with all his strength: "Look, look, there!"
High in the sky, something indeed broke through the clouds and fell downwards.
Although the falling speed is extremely fast, because it is too high from the ground, anyone who accidentally looks over there can see this shocking and spectacular scene.
It was like a comet hurtling toward the earth, visible through the rushing clouds like a long scratch in the blue sky.
Maxim stood there stupidly, staring at the sky with his mouth open.
Next school year, she is also planning to take her students to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
If you still participate, the school will be gone!
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(End of chapter)
