The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

The professors laughed, and a smile flashed in Professor Snape's eyes, motioning for Keith to leave quickly.

After Keith left, the kind-hearted Professor Flitwick said: "Don't we need to worry about it? I'm worried that serious introversion will cause trouble. The students are already under a lot of pressure..."

"It's okay, Felius." Dumbledore stood up, "I think Moriarty will lead everyone on the right path. It's nothing to him, but we should think about how to deal with it." The next trouble."

The professors were puzzled: "Trouble?"

"Hogwarts was suspended for a week, the school director Malfoy was killed, the Hogwarts pure-blood army broke into France, Moriarty froze the Eiffel Tower, the Hogwarts pure-blood army exterminated the Qumran vampire—"

Dumbledore said it in one breath, some of which were known to the professors, and some were not. They widened their eyes in amazement, waiting for Dumbledore's next sentence.

"—If these are not troublesome, I think the British Ministry of Magic can unify the world.

Counting on the soon-to-retire Minister of Magic to settle the power strife within the pure-blood family, the accountability of the French Ministry of Magic, and the threat of the dark world?

Today is not April Fool's Day, think about it. "

Dumbledore left the table, and he walked to his headmaster's office step by step, looking very preoccupied.

Hogwarts was out of danger, and laughter resumed in the castle, but outside the castle, countless undercurrents were surging.

However, Dumbledore did not expect that Gilderoy Lockhart arrived in France in the early morning of the day before yesterday, and yesterday, that is, the night when Moriarty was happy, visited the Marquis of Judea on behalf of Moriarty.

The old Jew said frankly that he could calm down the voices inside the vampire, implying that with him, the vampire executives would not hold Kunlan to be exterminated by Moriarty.

Hearing this, Lockhart was full of vigilance.

There are no unreasonable courtships in the wizarding world, and every courtship has a conspiracy.

There is a force behind the old Jews, what do they fancy about the young master, and they want to befriend the young master even if they offend another force behind the Kunlan family?

It was not the first time for Lockhart to deal with foreigners, but it was the first time to discuss cooperation with the giants of the dark world—the vampires.

He deeply felt that Moriarty valued and cultivated him, and he did not dare to be careless, sloppy, or make rash decisions.

Seeing Lockhart's cautiousness, the old Jew laughed. He reassured Lockhart, saying that he just wanted to make friends with Moriarty, and revealed a meaning that he hoped that one day in the future, Mori Artie rejects the werewolf's overtures.

Lockhart smelled something unusual, but no matter how he tried to test the old Jew, he still couldn't get more information.

"I will convey your intentions to Master Moriarty." Lockhart smiled, he couldn't make a promise, he could only say this.

The old Jew nodded in understanding, looked at Lockhart, his eyes sparkled, "Who would have thought that the famous writer in England is Mr. Moriarty's servant."

The smile on Lockhart's face remained unchanged, and the old Jew continued: "It seems that Mr. Moriarty is setting up a big game, but don't worry, I won't say anything.

In terms of credibility, you can always trust Judas - vampire or human.

In fact, our promises are also very valuable, but most people don't get our promises. Whether or not Mr. Moriarty accedes to our request, we will honor our commitment.

Don't worry, Mr. Lockhart, as long as you can deal with the French Ministry of Magic, vampires will definitely not cause trouble. "

In this way, Lockhart was sent out of the Marquis of Judaea in a daze. The vampire's troubles were solved, but the French Ministry of Magic was a big trouble.

Lockhart arrived at Marseille's Provence Airport non-stop. The TV in the waiting hall was broadcasting a piece of news.

A fat man with dark hair and a little bald head sat on a large and luxurious desk in Yizhang, smiling and giving a speech.

A tall man sitting next to him sneered, "Look, our President has started again."

The others nodded and smiled without saying a word.

Oh, it turns out that this potbellied man is the President of France.

Lockhart was looking forward to what he would say. The French President wouldn't ignore such a big event at the Eiffel Tower, would he?

Sure enough, the French president spoke.

"Since the Eiffel Tower incident, in two days, a total of 1,832 meteorologists, physicists, geographers and other scientists have gathered at the Elysee Palace.

In response to the abnormality of the Eiffel Tower, our scientists conducted a detailed investigation and made a strong judgment!

We have reason to believe that three days ago, a wave of cold air unprecedented in human history descended on Paris.

However, it encountered the warm wind blowing from the Mediterranean Sea, forming a huge convective heating, and at this time, a large meteor shower from Sagittarius affected the orbit of Venus.

In the end, a deviated cold current was created. The Eiffel Tower is the tallest building in Paris. She has protected us from the impact of the new cold current, so it has become what it is now.

Here I appeal to the public not to listen to rumors, there is neither magic nor wizards in this world.

The abnormal shape of the Eiffel Tower is completely a joke of nature, or a warning from Mother Earth.

This may be related to the recent global warming, the accelerated melting of the poles has caused cold air to flow around...

But don't worry, our scientific researchers are investigating every day, and they will return the Eiffel to us soon. "

With a smile on his face, the French President ended the video news, and his face immediately darkened, terribly gloomy.

Three days earlier, he had slept with his wife in his arms, only to be awakened by an Auror sent by the Minister for Magic, Fonwe Capet.

God knows how he felt at the time - he thought the world was ending, but the Aurors told him things were worse than the end of the world, the Eiffel Tower was frozen into an ice sculpture!

The president thought it was a prank at first, until he saw it with his own eyes, and he passed out on the spot.

Later, Fengwei Capet told him that the reason why the Eiffel Tower turned into this ghost was that it was enchanted.

"Then you should quickly cast a spell to get the tower back to normal!" the president said as a matter of course.

Feng Wei gave the president a look of pity, and then said bitterly: "This is a powerful black magic! We don't know who did it, but in England, we found the suspect! I think it's him—— No wizard but him knows the Great Freezing Charm!"

The president waved his hand: "Wizards are not under my jurisdiction. I just want to know when the Eiffel Tower will return to normal?"

"My president," Feng Wei said suddenly, "look into my eyes, from now on, you have to learn to wear a mask, at least until we find the magic to remove it, you'd better keep wearing it."

The president was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Then Feng Wei spoke a lot of words to the president, in short, to let the president deceive the public, the Ministry of Magic has already compiled a set of rhetoric for the president.

In this way, in three days, the president said the same rhetoric 17 times!

Now, the president can't take it anymore.

He knocked all the papers on the table to the ground, and yelled angrily at a portrait hanging on the wall: "To the Minister of Magic, when will you be able to remove that damn magic? Please reply immediately!"

It seemed a little humble to use a "please", but he had to because it was magic - it had to be done if he wanted to notify the Minister of Magic.

Magic, magic again! Magic be damned!

The French president was so angry that his stomach bulged, and he added to the portrait: "Quick!"

"Ding~"

A black phone on the desk rang. He picked it up, listened to three words on the phone, and then sternly turned off the phone.

"Fack!"

The president clapped his hands on the table and stared fiercely at the long sash windows through which he seemed to see the gloating face of his political opponent.

The phone call just now was from a political enemy who accused him of inaction - god damn magic! What should he do?

Presidents are human too, not wizards!

"The whole country is watching your jokes," the opposition finally concluded, and the president knew without looking that he was smiling unabashedly.

Just as the president was standing at the table with his back to the fireplace, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He was familiar with the cough, he had heard it before.

He turned slowly, facing the empty room.

"Come in, Minister Vonwe Capet."

Bright green flames burst forth from the empty grate beneath the marble fireplace.

Fonwe Capet appeared in the midst of the flames, whirled like a top, and a few seconds later stepped over the grate, with a black peaked hat in his hand, and stood on the fine antique rug, He brushed the ashes off the sleeves of his gray cloak.

"Mr. President, we meet again." Feng Wei smiled.

The president waved his hand impatiently: "I hope you can give me an affirmative answer, at least a specific deadline."

"No problem, my president!" Feng Wei's eyes flashed coldly: "In the early hours of the morning, on behalf of the French Ministry of Magic, I lodged a diplomatic protest with the British Ministry of Magic, and filed charges against the International Federation of Magic and the European Association of Wizards!"

The president looked happy: "You have locked the target? Who is it?"

"Moriarty Slytherin!"