The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

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

After Keith left, the kind-hearted Professor Flitwick said, "Don't we have to take care of it? I'm worried that serious introversion will cause trouble. The pressure on the students is already very great..."

"It's okay, Filius." Dumbledore stood up, "I think Moriarty will guide everyone on the right path, which is nothing to him, but us, we should think about how to deal with it. Next trouble."

The professors were puzzled: "Trouble?"

"Hogwarts was suspended for a week, School Director Malfoy was killed, Hogwarts Thoroughbreds broke into France, Moriarty froze the Eiffel Tower, Hogwarts Thoroughbreds exterminate the Quinlan vampires—"

Dumbledore said it in one breath. Some of the professors knew it, and some didn't. Their eyes widened in amazement, waiting for the second half of Dumbledore's words.

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

Counting on the retiring Minister of Magic to settle the power struggle 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, and he walked to his headmaster's office step by step, looking preoccupied.

Hogwarts lifted the 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 hours of the day before yesterday, and yesterday, the night Moriarty was happy, visited the Jewish Marquis on behalf of Moriarty.

The old Jew said frankly that he could calm the inner voice of the vampire. The implication was that with him there, the vampire executives would not pursue Quinlan's genocide by Moriarty.

Hearing this, Lockhart was full of vigilance.

There are no unprovoked gestures in the magical world, and every gesture has a plan.

There is a force behind the old Jewish people. What do they like about the young master? They do not hesitate to offend another force behind the Quinlan family, but they also want to befriend the young master?

This is not the first time Lockhart has dealt with foreigners, but it is the first time he has discussed 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 hasty decisions.

Seeing Lockhart's cautiousness, the old Jew laughed. He reassured Lockhart, saying that he just wanted to befriend Moriarty, and revealed that he hoped that one day in the future, Moriarty would be friends with Moriarty. Artie rejects the werewolf's offer.

Lockhart smelled something unusual, but no matter how he tried the old Jew, he never got more information.

"I'll convey your message to Master Moriarty." Lockhart didn't smile, he couldn't make a promise, he could only say this.

The old Jew nodded understandingly, looked at Lockhart, his eyes were full of light: "Who would have thought that a great writer who is famous in England is Mr. Moriarty's servant."

The smile on Lockhart's face did not change, and the old Jew continued, "It seems that Mr. Moriarty is making a big game, but don't worry, I won't say anything.

When it comes to credibility, you can always trust the Jews—both vampires and humans.

In fact, our commitments are also valuable, but most people don't get our commitments. Whether or not Mr. Moriarty complied with our request, we will keep our promise.

Rest assured, Mr. Lockhart, as long as you can settle the French Ministry of Magic, vampires are guaranteed not to cause trouble. "

In this way, Lockhart was sent out of the Jewish Marquis Castle in a dizzy manner. The trouble on the vampire side was solved, but the French Ministry of Magic was a big trouble.

Lockhart came to the Provence Airport in Marseille nonstop. The TV in the waiting hall was broadcasting a news.

A fat man with dark hair and a little bald, sitting on a large and luxurious desk, gave a speech with a smile.

A tall man next door sneered: "Look, our President has started again."

The others nodded and laughed 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. With such a big thing happening at the Eiffel Tower, the French president wouldn't care, right?

Sure enough, the French president spoke up.

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

Regarding 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 cold air, unprecedented in human history, descended on Paris.

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

In the end, a biased cold current was created. The Eiffel Tower is the tallest building in Paris, and she has resisted the impact of the new cold current for us, 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 abnormality of the Eiffel Tower is completely a joke of nature, or a warning to us from Mother Earth.

This may have something to do with recent global warming, where the accelerated melting of the poles has caused cold air to flow around...

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

With a smile on his face, the French president ended the video news. His face immediately turned black and terrifyingly gloomy.

Three days ago, while sleeping with his wife in his arms, he was awakened by an Auror sent by the Minister for Magic, Fonwill Capet.

God knows his mood at the time - he thought the end of the world was coming, but what the Auror told him was 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 seeing it with his own eyes, he passed out on the spot.

Later, Fengwei Capet told him that the reason why the Eiffel Tower turned into this ghost was because of magic.

"Then you quickly cast a spell to solve it, and let the tower return to normal!" The president said of course.

Feng Wei glanced at the president with 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 can do a big 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 at 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?"

Next, Feng Wei told the president a lot of things. In short, he wanted the president to deceive the people. The Ministry of Magic had already prepared a set of speeches for the president.

Just like that, in three days, the president said the same rhetoric 17 times!

Now, the president can't bear it anymore.

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

It seemed that it was a little underwhelming to use the word "please", but he had to do it, because it was magic - to inform the Minister of Magic, it had to be done.

Magic, magic again! All the magic be damned!

The French president's stomach bulged with anger, and he added a sentence to the portrait: "Quick!"

"Ding~"

A black phone on the desk rang. He answered the phone, heard three words from the other side, and turned off the phone ruthlessly.

"Fake!"

The president clapped his hands on the table and stared at the long sash window with fierce eyes. From the window, 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 his inaction—the magic of God! Let him do what?

The president is also a human, not a wizard!

"The whole country is watching your jokes," the opposition finally concluded, and the president doesn't have to look to know that he has a smug smile on his face~www.wuxiax.com~ Just as the president is standing at the table with his back to the fireplace At that moment, he heard a soft cough coming from behind him.

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

He turned around slowly and faced the empty room.

"Come in, Minister Fonway Capet."

A bright green flame burst out from the empty grate under the marble fireplace.

Fengwei Capet appeared in the midst of the flames, spinning like a spinning top, and after a few seconds, he stepped over the grate, holding a black pointed hat in his hand, and stood on the fine antique carpet, Dusted the ashes from the sleeves of his grey cloak.

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

The president waved his hand impatiently: "I hope you can give me a positive 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 Magicians and the European Association of Wizards!"

The president's face was overjoyed: "You locked the target? Who is it?"

"Moriarty Slytherin!"

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