Chapter 1163 ?
On the Champ de Mars in Paris, France, on the south bank of the Seine River, and above the Eiffel Tower in France, a large-scale dark cloud was shrouded and condensed. Few of the nearby Muggles went out today with umbrellas. The weather forecast predicted this cloud The heavy rain brought by the cumulonimbus cloud never fell to the ground after a few days of continuous misjudgment—in fact, this huge cloud was suspended to the Hogwarts school city in France for a friendly visit. Neither the Muggles in Paris nor the Muggle satellites can detect its presence on any medium.
On this iron tower, which is called "the observation tower of the capital" because of its upper, middle and lower floors, it is on the highest stand of 1,652 steps and 274 meters above the ground. After a few days of friendly discussions here with representatives of the British and French Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Corporation, today a signing ceremony is underway to reach all the new contracts.
On the premise of casting spells to ensure that no Muggles are disturbed, French wizards believe that this place is the most suitable place for friendly countries to see from afar. It will make people feel that the noisy Paris suddenly quieted down and turned into a huge map. The avenues and alleys draw countless lines of different widths. The whole of Paris is at your feet, and when the vision is clear during the day, you can see it as far as sixty kilometers away.
In this bird's-eye view, countless numbers of flags with the motto of "casting spells, casting spells, summoning" representing the French Ministry of Magic and the flags representing the three colors of the British Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Company are wrapping around the entire building. In the city of Paris, these huge things seem to be floating around the city in an orderly manner.
At this time, there are no Muggles between the iron tower and Chayou Palace, and this place has been occupied by French wizards who have previously determined the time and place of the assembly from the flags that these Muggles turned a blind eye to - because this is an ongoing A small parade, three black dragons from the Heshidiali Islands controlled by enslaved gemstones, under the control of the umbrella wizard sitting behind their necks, flew out of the dragon lairs in the rocks below the floating city, and flew in the sky around the iron tower It fluttered its wings and flew in circles, spewing out a tongue of flame in the air from time to time.
After the wizards from the Red Umbrella Department who had come to support some time ago walked by, there was a thumping sound on the field because of neat footsteps.
The team wore black fur coats made of horned camel skins, and the giants' aura was obviously stronger than those of their quiet colleagues in ancient robes just now. Compared with the blessings of potions, under strict education, they no longer have a barbaric and sloppy image. They have no hair and are under neat discipline. Compared with traditional giants, these giants look like two species.
They were greeted by the faces of French wizards who were extremely excited. The sense of security brought by the armed forces supporting France caused bursts of applause and cheers from the crowd of wizards watching. The French people cheered and let out their hearts. After the fear, I feel a sense of security and a stable happy mood.
Those local enthusiastic witches, wearing all kinds of hats and red lips, were laughing and noisily throwing winks and staring at these somewhat staid umbrella wizards and even handsome witches in the stands. Go up and blow kisses of all kinds,
Watch as these supporting forces enter under the pedestal of the statue at the Champ de Mars - a teleportation point connected to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic in the center of Place Furstenberg.
And the French Aurors didn't feel any humiliation at all. These wizards who didn't even have uniforms but were stylishly dressed looked obviously happy and relaxed-according to the agreement, the armed forces of these umbrellas would go and eat death instead of them. The front line of the gangsters' battle, although the command right belongs to the leader of these British guys, but they will not participate in the daily security work in France, and will be happy to accept additional reasonable tasks assigned to them by the Ministry of Magic.
After the three fire dragons finally teleported away by releasing the statue base, the officials of the Ministry of Magic of the two countries on the observation deck retreated from the guardrail and re-entered the temporarily arranged outdoor conference table—and Owen felt that It is a shame that the French Minister of Magic, Juliette Binoche, who is wearing a dark blue dress with high slits, accompanied her after she took her seat, but it also attracted the admiration and amazement of many wizards of the British Ministry of Magic. Their gaze made them forget to maintain the decency and upbringing that a gentleman should have.
"Thank you, Minister Harris, if it weren't for the support you sent... the turmoil in our country might have lasted for a long time, and what frightened me even more was not just how reliable your armed forces seemed, but having such a majestic aloft Empty city...and it can be built so artistically...it's a wizarding gem..." The 37-year-old French beauty stepped in after her previous minister resigned to take refuge during Voldemort's ravages, and she has a pair of firm and focused eyes , taciturn and seldom laugh, but her tightly closed lips always maintain an elegant smile, which makes people never understand what kind of mysterious world is in her heart—compared to Fleur or other witches in the Harris family. , she is not very beautiful, but she organically combines an elegant temperament and a mysterious temperament.
"The French Ministry of Magic can not give up its connection with us and help us when the UK is being treated unfairly. As a friendly country, it has encountered some difficulties in areas that are not very good at it. As the British magic community that happens to be good at this aspect , naturally won’t stand idly by… So, please don’t be shy, Minister Binoche, this is just as neighbors helping each other…”
"You'd better call me Juliette, I'm ashamed to call you Owen..." Minister Binoche leaned forward with an annoyed expression, and put her hand on Owen's arm naturally, "French wizarding world, no I am really ashamed that I can help you in this embargo crisis...Those countries threatened us, if they help the UK to import raw materials from other countries...We France will also be sanctioned, as I just took office and lack of qualifications, it is really hard to convince me Fellow wizards who love life take this risk..."
"You can maintain normal trade with us under such circumstances, which has helped the UK a lot...Juliette...Huh?!! Cough!!!" Owen heard the clicking sound coming from beside him, turned his head and glanced at it from the corner of his eye After a glance, his expression became a little frightened.
The British Minister for Magic's otherwise benign smile froze on his face, his eyes bulging like his daughter-in-law's sometimes - talking to Orim Maxim, Headmistress of Beauxbatons, in a tight, sloping-shouldered purple gown Allen, facing himself with an upturned mouth, showing a smirk, and he is fiddling with the exquisite magically transformed Olympus XA2 camera he gave to the crazy girl before. .
Owen leaned back violently as if he had been electrocuted, he moved his position to the right with concern, and distanced himself from Binoche, who had a somewhat inexplicable expression, to avoid getting too much of the scent of the other party's perfume— —Of course, Owen knew that the female minister in front of him didn't have any extra meaning. These small actions were just the normal habits of the French witch in front of him, but because he was worried that his son and grandson (ZEI) would threaten him with the photo, Owen had to Maintaining vigilance and keeping a distance, at least it can ensure that there is only one photo that Alan used to threaten his old father.
I was stunned for a moment, thinking that the British guy in front of me was too innocent, Binoche's confident smile and bent eyes made her look even more charming: "Owen, the French wizarding world is very fond of those new products in the floating city of Hogwarts." If you are interested, I will ask the office to list the product order list and quantity, and pre-purchase some additional cars and airships...Of course, this is just a benefit for my members, and you don’t have to worry too much about the delivery time.”
"Thank you for the trust and support of the French magic community. I believe that the products of the umbrella will not disappoint the neighbors. Of course, if your country needs our further help on security issues, please do not hesitate to ask..." Owen's tone was because of the sidelines The coveted son has become a bit formulaic - but he knows that the French minister in front of him has not made any statement before the situation is unclear, but now she seems to support the UK, but in fact she sees the UK's economic development. Reform and the Muggle community have cooperated, and it is estimated that Britain should be able to escape the restrictions brought about by the embargo, so they express their support clearly in this way, which is regarded as a kind of compensation for their previous silence.
"The friendship between the magic circles of our two countries will last forever!" The French female minister was not only out of a misunderstanding and wanted to moles the innocent Brit, but also because she had the UK as an external support to ensure her national security and secure her position. Anyway, when she heard the words, she simply leaned out and asked the upper and lower highness Yuebu to leave the seat, and gave Owen a warm hug and kiss.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The sound of the three consecutive cameras made Owen, who was envied by the members of the British Ministry of Magic, look terrified.