Chapter 143: The Beginning of the Undercurrent (1)
In a palatial mansion somewhere in the United States, a lively birthday party is being held. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoThere are many business magnates and political dignitaries among the guests. The music for the banquet was an all-star jazz lineup, including singers who won Grammys.
In the splendid hall, people talk loudly, and from time to time there is a burst of laughter and applause. Young men and women dressed in tuxedos and elaborate evening dresses dance on the dance floor.
The decoration around the venue is decorated with 13 red and white stripes and 50 white stars on a blue background. There is no phoenix motif, indicating that the banquet has nothing to do with the wizarding world and is an ordinary Muggle ball.
A handsome, dignified young man stood alone in the corner. Patrolling the venue, his demeanor caught the attention of the bodyguards around him, and after a few moments, he seemed to have found his target and walked briskly over.
Two sturdy bodyguards in suits immediately followed.
"David, I said what did you come from? ā
"Uncle Gore, long time no see. The young man held out his hand with a smile in his eyes.
"yes, long time no see. Gore let go of his hand and introduced to the people around him, "Guys, David Allen. The son of my old friend, William Allen, had been studying at Oxford. ā
"I heard your father has been busy lately," an old man gestured to him with a toast, "Connor and the company are merging with you?"
"The board of directors is still arguing, and I personally think it's a good thing to join forces. David smiled slightly, and then turned to Gore, "I want you to talk to you alone, now?"
Gore was puzzled and didn't know what David wanted to talk to him about alone, but he quietly led him out of the venue. I hope it's not William who asks his son for help.
Recently, the president has been deeply involved in the peach-colored incident, and the old accounts have been turned out and made a mess. These big conglomerates will come to trouble as soon as they open their mouths, and they are indeed behind the black pot.
Sighing helplessly, he ordered the guards to take David to the second floor after a few words.
"Sorry, sir, we're going to check it out. The guards indifferently stepped forward to stop David, who was about to follow him into the study.
"Oh, of course. He was slightly stunned, and opened his arms to look very cooperative.
It was just that his fingers moved slightly, and the guard who was about to come forward to check immediately stopped. The expression was still cold, but there was a hint of politeness and respect.
"Hmph, No-Maji. He adjusted his cuffs contemptuously, "Don't let anyone disturb us." ā
"Yes, sir. The guard politely said, "Please note that the Vice President will be leaving in 30 minutes and heading to Camp David." ā
"Got it. He waved his hand, and the guard returned to his place.
The study is very classically furnished, and the table lamp reflects the goose-yellow light. Gore poured two glasses of brandy and looked back to see David gently closing the door. With a sigh, he motioned for him to sit down.
"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" handed him a wine glass, Gore sat wearily behind his desk, the light shining right on his chest, but his face was hidden in shadows, "Your father said that after graduating from Oxford, you would not return to China. ā
"My father didn't tell the truth. To cut a long story short," he said, taking a sip of brandy, "I've never been to Oxford, and I've never been to Eton College. I went there to go to a magic school. ā
"Excuse me, what school?" Gore thought he must have misheard. ć
"School of magic. Unfortunately, when I went to school, Ilvermorny was full. I had to study abroad. "But it's also because of this that I know a lot and learn a lot." ā
Gore raised his eyebrows, completely unincomprehensible of what he was saying.
"I'm a wizard, and there are a lot of wizards in the world. Our own society, our own laws, our culture, I think, Mr. President, must understand what I am talking about. The leaders of the wizarding governments will only inform the president if they have serious trouble in the wizarding world and may affect the no-maj, that is, people who can't do magic. Other than that, our two worlds have their own lives. By the way, I heard that the president accepted this very quickly. ā
Gore recovered from his stunnedness.
"The president never mentioned it!?"
"Would you believe it without evidence?" said David.
With a wave of his wand, he turned Gore's teacup into a canary. Gore threw it out in fright, and the canary flew out through the half-open window.
"I'm not here to represent my father, I'm not interested in his business. He drank his toast, waved his wand again, and out of thin air conjured a large glass filled with amber liquid, one of which he pushed into the Prime Minister's hand, and then filled his own glass.
"You're not representing -- that-- the American wizarding or anything. Gore quickly found something wrong in David's words.
"Yes," he bowed slightly, "I'm not here on behalf of the Magical Congress. I'm the delegate - well, some other wizards. ā
Gore was silent and drank the whiskey dry, staring warily at David.
"The wizarding world is currently in a state of open warfare, and I'm sure you can understand that. He waved his hand like a pesky fly, "The British Prime Minister did not die in a traffic accident, and there were no terrorist attacks in Britain and Europe and the United States." ā
"It's all about you. "Gore is calm on the surface, but there are huge waves in his heart.
"yes, you see wizards are different from No-Maj. He sighed, "How much harm can an ordinary person do? It's nothing more than going out into the street with a gun, throwing a bomb at a public place, and killing hundreds or thousands of people, but it will always be difficult to defeat the government of a country." But wizards can't, a wizard with strong mana can easily defeat the Ministry of Magic - there is no shortage of people in history who single-handedly occupied the Ministry of Magic. Things are tricky in Britain, he is not alone, he has an extremist group that obeys orders with him. ā
David stared at the bust of Washington on his desk.
"The problem is that the effects of the wizarding world on itself are becoming more and more vulnerable as you evolve with each passing day. The speed of information dissemination has overloaded the Ministry of Magic in many places. We don't have computers to help, and every memory modification and erasure consumes valuable human resources, and the Fire Dragon incident in New York has used almost all the regents and memory cancelers in the world. ā
Gore's brain raced to the skirmish. What would happen if people suddenly found out that there was a large group of people in the city they lived in who could turn them into birds? He couldn't imagine it with all his brains, but he was sure that someone would try to join the wizards.
"Since 1692, when we signed the International Wizard Secrecy Act, we have hidden our existence and strictly forbidden communication between the two worlds. The existence of this international law is no longer necessary, and our two worlds will eventually come together again, just as the Berlin Wall will eventually fall. This has been agreed upon at the top of the International Federation of Wizards, and the problems that have arisen in Britain have led to the possibility that Britain itself may expose the existence of the wizarding world in advance, which is not a good thing for everyone, you say, Mr. President?"