Chapter 531 The Ministry of Magic

Chapter 531 The Ministry of Magic

After all, he doesn't like to deal with too many people, and he naturally rejects those complicated social relationships. Behind those complicated hearts, he always reminded him of the Dursleys.

"Come on." George encouraged, "If you can master the advanced form of Animagus by the end of the summer vacation. Then you will have the strength to fight against the siege of the Death Eaters, and when you face Voldemort , there is also a chance to escape."

He also wouldn't exaggerate the content of the training. In this situation, Voldemort's resurrected body is too powerful. To a certain extent, even Harry and the others have lost the possibility of fighting against Voldemort.

Facing the present Voldemort, the only thing that even the most powerful wizards can do is to fight for the chance to escape.

But these strengths are used to deal with other people, and it is enough to deal with those Death Eaters.

The two held their minds and resumed training again. Harry changed back to his Animagus form again, realizing the source of magic power hidden deep in his body.

George continued to temper his body, strengthening every inch of his body to the extreme, in order to meet the next challenge.

......

The time is quickly approaching July 8th, and today is the day when the International Confederation of Wizards convened.

George got up early, and without delay after the morning exercise, he quickly changed into a solemn magic robe.

He bids farewell to his family and Apparates to a desolate side street.

This is an old and secluded alley. There are only a few shabby looking offices, a tavern and a few abandoned cars. The whole street seems to be deserted and uninhabited.

Fudge had been waiting respectfully, wearing a gray magic robe and a gray rounded wizard hat.

"Mr. Soros, you are here." He said respectfully, "The representatives of wizards from France and the United States have decided to support us. In today's meeting, we have already grasped the advantage."

"Well done," George encouraged. "The exchanges with the French and American wizards can continue, and the Russian wizards will not give up easily. In the future confrontation, we also need the support of other countries. Take this opportunity to be closer.”

He's not just thinking about Russia,

Whether it is to deal with Voldemort, or to implement his initiatives to change the wizarding world in the future, the British wizarding community will not be independent of the world.

In his opinion, the population of the magic world no longer needs to strictly distinguish one country after another. As an absolute minority in the world, wizards should unite, and the power and influence of wizards should be united even more.

Fudge nodded hurriedly and said, "The representatives of France and the United States admire your strength very much, sir, and they also hope to meet with you after the meeting."

He looked at George nervously, waiting for his big shot. It's not so easy to speak to the representatives of the wizards of France and the United States at the same time. Especially when his status as Minister of Magic was not stable, he did not use George's name less.

"Exactly, I want to meet them too." George nodded slightly and said with satisfaction.

As he jumped out of the small cage of Hogwarts, as he walked into the vast world of the whole world. He will no longer be in touch with students or teachers, but with the wizards of the entire world. The representatives of the wizards of France and the United States, he really should meet in advance.

Fudge looked overjoyed and couldn't help smiling.

Then, he said hesitantly, "Mr. Soros, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, we need to enter the Ministry of Magic through the guest passage."

Many of the Ministry's ordinances have a long history, and even he has difficulty gaining privileges.

George nodded noncommittally, "Let's lead the way."

Fudge took George into the tavern. The tavern was deserted, and a few round mahogany tables were placed in the lobby very casually.

An elderly man, sitting at the bar, ignores people.

Fudge didn't say hello to the old man, but took George straight through the crooked round tables and into the back kitchen.

They continued to walk forward and came to a small and dark room.

Fudge walked to a large cabinet in the room, pointed his wand at the cabinet, and said a few words softly.

The cabinets were separated from left to right, revealing small compartments. The compartments were like those old elevators that were about to be abandoned. Inside and around the walls were some strange characters and old advertising bills.

Fudge turned back and gestured to George, "Mr. Soros, we will pass through this teleportation room and enter the underground."

They walked into the teleportation room, and Fudge tapped lightly on several spots on the wall of the teleportation room with advertisements.

A woman's voice rang out in the compartment.

"This is the Ministry of Magic's Guest Reception Center. You are welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and what to do."

Fudge said hurriedly, "I'm Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, and I'm accompanying Mr. George Soros. We need to go to the fifth floor to attend the International Conference of Wizards."

The voice said gently, "Okay, Mr. Minister. According to regulations, you need to accompany the guests to the security checkpoint for inspection, and register the guest's wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

"I know this, please hurry up." Fudge said unhappily, he complained in a low voice, "Damn rules."

Then, the door of the compartment closed, the compartment slowly vibrated, and slowly sank to the bottom. In the process of sinking, the compartment made a monotonous and annoying rubbing sound.

After about a minute, the compartment door opened again.

"It's already here, sir," said Fudge in a low voice.

George stepped out of the cubicle and came out. They were standing at the end of a long, splendid hall with a glossy, dark wooden floor.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides are clad in dark wood planks, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the planks. Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left. And on the right, several people were lining up to leave in front of each fireplace.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. In a circular pool stood a group of pure gold statues, larger than real people. The tallest of them was a dignified sorcerer, holding his wand high to the sky.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf. Centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.