Chapter 806 Migration Plan

In the windowless underground meeting room, Lucius Malfoy, wearing a dark green robe, walked through the corridor, followed by Draco in a black suit. The father and son entered the meeting room and sat in the front row of the audience seats under the guidance of the staff.

On the solid wooden armrests on both sides of their seats, a gray-green metal emblem shone faintly, and a faint and dim light flashed quietly. Two fire dragons and several venomous snakes surrounded the letter "M", dark and crystal.

The Malfoy family emblem is also a seat mark. The International Wizarding Federation Conference welcomes all wizards or magical creatures to come to listen, but only those insignificant back seats. To some extent, the front row seats are a symbol of status and wealth.

Lucius's hair is a little mottled, and his waist and back are not as straight as before, but slightly curved. If he used to maintain his posture and demeanor, now he pursues comfort without being rude, showing a bit of old age.

The front and back seats were gradually filled with wizards who were attending the meeting. Some were familiar faces. The back row was the pure-blood family that survived the storm, and the front row was the mixed-blood upstarts who had made fortunes in recent years, as well as retired officials from the Ministry of Magic and members of the Order of Merlin...

Some were unfamiliar faces, and their identities could only be identified by the emblems inlaid on the armrests on both sides. They were the board of directors of Beauxbatons in France, scholars from the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center, and pure-blood wizards from other regions...

There were also some familiar faces in my memory, but it would be difficult to see them in the future.

Draco's hair was combed meticulously, and the color was platinum with a yellowish luster. The cuffs of his custom-made suit were embroidered with gold silk patterns. His hands were intertwined, his fingers interlocked, and he looked expressionlessly at the center of the venue, observing the wizards attending.

Sometimes, low-voice discussions were heard around him, and Malfoy's words were heard occasionally. Whenever similar words floated into his ears, Draco would unconsciously straighten his back.

Just as he calmly straightened his posture, he suddenly caught a glimpse of that familiar figure. His relaxed hands clenched into fists and his breathing became a little rapid.

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Underground meeting place, audience seats.

After saying hello to her former colleagues at the newspaper, Rita Skeeter came to the front row and sat down.

The wide view in front meant that the photos she took would be clearer and more eye-catching on the front page of the newspaper; she was only a few steps away from the main venue and could clearly hear the speeches of each representative, which also meant that her press releases were more detailed and specific than those of other reporters.

Skeeter tried the feather pen to make sure that she could record the key points and write the manuscript as quickly as possible after each meeting.

"The treatment of members of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not bad..."

She muttered softly.

There was a slight noise in the meeting place in front. Representatives of various wizard governments and various ethnic groups had begun to take their seats, and the meeting was about to begin.

Skeeter looked up and saw the two familiar figures in the main seat at a glance. His eyes widened slightly, and his face was full of excitement and anticipation that he could not suppress.

The feather pen moved on the parchment, and the portable camera captured the moment.

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The Ministry of Magic connected the upper and lower floors to create a simple and elegant venue, which was large enough to accommodate all participating wizards and representatives of magical creatures.

The president's seat was set in the central main seat. When Loren followed Dumbledore and sat down, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

The huge venue was divided into several parts. On the left side of the main seat was the host, the British Ministry of Magic, with the current Minister, Ms. Bones, attending the meeting. On the right side was the previous host, the American Magical Congress, with the current chairman, Mr. Colehaug, attending the meeting. In turn, representatives of the Ministry of Magic from France, Germany, Austria and other places passed by.

There were also representatives of various intelligent magical creatures.

Sitting next to the main seat, the entire venue was in full view. The representatives attending the meeting were more numerous than expected, and the participating groups were more complex than expected.

"President Dumbledore..."

"Who is the young wizard sitting next to him?"

"I haven't heard that the Dumbledore family has descendants."

"The British Ministry of Magic doesn't seem surprised."

"Could it be..."

A series of exclamations or doubts intertwined, and Loren also felt a certain solemnity, which was the solemnity of carrying the future destiny of all magical creatures, the solemnity of changing the world and creating the future.

After an unknown amount of time, the audience, delegates and other biological groups gradually quieted down, but there were still curious eyes constantly looking at Dumbledore and the young wizard next to him.

Ms. Bones gradually raised her wand and shook it slightly.

The light in the entire venue suddenly dimmed. The Ministry of Magic was located underground, and all the light in the venue came from the golden runes swimming on the ceiling. Minister Bones adjusted the lights and gathered the light in the main venue.

"The Ministry of Magic also hosted the joint conference fifty years ago, but there was no light show at that time."

Dumbledore said with a smile, his voice was very low, and only he and Loren could hear it.

No mistake, just read the content of the first post on 6-9-book!

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer. He did not pay much attention to the lights, but looked at the delegates, and the plan he had discussed with some delegates flashed through his mind.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the International Wizarding Conference!"

Amelia Bones, who looked to be in her forties or fifties, was slightly plump, with a slightly square chin, short gray hair, and a monocle. She always had a serious expression on her face. After looking around, she put her wand against her neck and said:

“It has been nearly four hundred years since the establishment of the International Confederation of Wizards in the 17th century. This does not mean that our history is only four hundred years. Before that, there was the Wizard Council, and before we united, there were wizard regimes in various regions.

“For thousands of years, the history of wizards has been a history of responding to crises and uniting to continue the history of magical civilization. We have faced dark wizards, purgers, witch hunting churches, witch cults, death eaters... We migrated settlements and issued the "Secrecy Act" just to survive better.

“We gather here for the continuation of magic, for the development of wizards, and for a better tomorrow...

“The last International Confederation of Wizards Conference was held four years ago. In recent years, with the cooperation of various wizard regimes and intelligent biological groups, some long-term progress has been made.

"Four years ago, the Magical Congress of the United States took the lead in establishing a werewolf rights department, providing potion subsidies, recruiting werewolves to work, directly rescuing nearly 4,000 werewolves, and indirectly helping tens of thousands of werewolves and werewolf families. The achievements are outstanding and will surely go down in history.

"In the past four years, the British Ministry of Magic has dealt with the return of Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic has even been breached twice and almost completely overturned. After all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, it finally won the victory...

"We have made brilliant achievements, and we will surely create a more brilliant future."

Ms. Bones gave a few more speeches, paused for a while, and then said to the many participating representatives: "The previous crisis has been eliminated, and a new crisis is brewing. Today we gather here again, just to discuss one topic..."

"Magic Civilization Migration Plan." The President of the Magical Congress of the United States, Kohaug, stood up with a solemn expression.