As the entrance to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic, it is very busy with people coming and going.
Henry Abel, 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 was also holding a copy of the Paris Journal. 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, 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 walked up. When 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?"
"Forget 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, but 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 the hateful British old men, I like Newt Scamander the most. He saved Paris from Grindelwald back then." Abel said with a smile:
"I was only seven years old at the time. All the newspapers were full of coverage that day, which left a deep impression on me."
"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 am 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 comforted 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 constellations 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: é, ré!
It means...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 that you should be calm during big events."
Abel looked at his secretary and scolded him with a straight face: "How unbecoming of 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 before Abel put on airs and 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 Management Bureau 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 Aurors ride broomsticks and use levitation spells to prevent it from falling."
Abel was speechless. He walked slowly and asked again: "Where is the ship now?"
"Above the Pyrenees Mountains," Tarot said.
Abel breathed a sigh of relief. The Pyrenees was not a place with dense crowds. Even if he fell from a height of 10,000 meters, there was a high probability that it would 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 boat.
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!"
Sure enough, something high in the sky 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, rushing towards the earth, clearly visible through the rushing clouds, like a long scratch on 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!
