On the south bank of the Seine River, the Champ de Mars in Paris, France, above the Eiffel Tower in France, a large range of dark clouds have been condensed, and the nearby Muggles have rarely carried umbrellas when they go out today, and the heavy rain brought by this cumulonimbus cloud predicted by the weather forecast has never fallen to the ground after several days of miscalculation- In fact, this huge dark cloud had already hovered over Hogwarts School, which France had visited for a friendly visit, and it had been subjected to the Clever Unmarkable Charm and the Muggle Expulsion Charm, which could not detect its presence in any medium, neither the Muggles in Paris nor the Muggle satellites.

On the tower, which is known as the 'Observatory of the Capital' because of its upper, middle and lower observation decks, and on the highest stand 274 meters above the ground at 1,652 steps, representatives of the British and French Ministries of Magic and the Umbrella Company have held friendly talks here for several days, and today a signing ceremony is underway for all the new contracts to be reached.

On the premise of casting a spell to ensure that there were no Muggles disturbing them, the French wizards considered it the best place to be seen from afar, and it gave people the impression that the noisy Paris had suddenly fallen silent and became a huge map, with countless lines of different widths and narrows drawn from the avenues and alleys. The whole of Paris is at your feet, and when you have a clear view during the day, you can see 60 kilometers away.

And in this bird's-eye view, countless flags with the motto 'Spell, Spell, Summon' for the French Ministry of Magic and the British Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Company are wrapping around the city, and these huge objects seem to be floating around the city in a disorderly manner.

There were no more Muggles between the tower and the Charyu Palace, and it had been occupied by the French wizards who had determined the time and place of the meeting from the banners that the Muggles had turned a blind eye to—because it was a small review, and three black dragons of the Hirchidili Islands from Britain, controlled by the enslaved gems, flew out of the dragon's lair in the rocks beneath the floating city under the control of the umbrella wizard sitting behind their necks, and flapped their wings and flew around the tower, occasionally spewing a tongue of fire in the air.

After the wizard of the Red Umbrella Department who came to support some time ago walked by, the field was clattering because of neat footsteps.

The team wore black fur coats made of horned camel skins, and the giants were obviously stronger than those colleagues who looked a little quiet in ancient robes just now, these creatures with not too bright heads, after more than two years of training and potion blessings, under strict education, there was no barbaric and sloppy image, and they had no hair under neat discipline, so that these giants looked like two species compared to traditional giants.

They were greeted by the faces of the French wizards who were extremely excited, and the sense of security brought by the armed forces supporting France made the crowd of onlookers burst into applause and cheers, and the French people cheered and jumped to vent their fears and feel safe and happy.

From the stands, the enthusiastic, red-lipped and elegant local witches laughed and threw winks and kisses at the rather old-fashioned umbrella wizards and even the handsome witches, as they watched as the supporting armed forces entered the base of the statue in the Champ de Mars—a teleportation point connected to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic in the center of Place Verstenberg.

The French Aurors didn't feel humiliated at all, and the sorcerers who didn't even have uniform uniforms but were dressed stylishly looked visibly happy and relaxed - according to the agreement, the armed forces of these umbrellas would go to the front line of the battle against the Death Eaters in their place, and although the command was owned by the British's own leaders, they would not participate in the daily policing of France, and would be happy to accept the extra reasonable tasks assigned to them by the Ministry of Magic.

After the three dragons finally teleported away by disarming the statue's pedestal, the officials of the two ministries of magic on the lookout retreated from the guardrail and re-entered the large outdoor conference table that had been improvised - and to Owen's disgrace, Juliette Binoche, the French Minister of Magic, in a dark blue dress with a high slit, accompanied him when she took her seat, but also attracted the admiration and amazement of the wizards of the British Ministry of Magic, making them forget to maintain the decency and culture of a gentleman.

"Thank you, Minister Harris, if it weren't for the support you sent... The turmoil in my country may continue for a long time, and what scares me even more is not just how reliable your armed forces seem, but the presence of such a majestic floating city... And to build it so artistically... It's a treasure for wizards..."The 37-year-old French beauty, who had been ordained after resigning from her previous minister's job during Voldemort's wreaking havoc, had unwavering eyes that rarely laughed, but her closed lips always maintained an elegant smile, which made it impossible to appreciate what kind of mysterious world she was inside - she was not very beautiful compared to Fleur or the other witches of the Harris family, but she organically combined a refined temperament with a mysterious temperament.

"The French Ministry of Magic can not give up its ties with our Britain and help us when Britain is being treated unfairly, then as a friendly country, it has encountered some difficulties in not being very good at it, and as the British wizarding community, which happens to be good at this matter, naturally it will not stand idly by... So, you're welcome, Minister Binoche, it's just as a mutual help between neighbors..."

"You still call me Juliette, I'm too embarrassed to call you Owen..."Minister Binoche leaned forward with a very annoyed expression, and her hand naturally rested on Owen's arm, "The French wizarding world, it's a shame that I didn't help in this embargo turmoil... Those countries threaten us if we help Britain to resell raw materials from other countries... We in France will also be sanctioned, and as a newcomer who lacks qualifications, it is really difficult for me to convince my fellow wizards who love life to take this risk..."

"Your ability to maintain normal trade with us in these circumstances has helped Britain a lot... Juliette... Well?!! ahem!!" Owen heard a clicking sound around him, turned his head and glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and his expression became a little frightened.

The Minister for Magic's gentle smile froze on his face, his eyes bulging as his daughter-in-law sometimes did - Allen, who was talking to Orim Maxim, the headmistress of Beauxbatons in a long, slanted purple gown, was facing him with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, while he was fiddling with the ingenious magically modified Olympus XA2 camera he had given to Mad Girl.

Owen's body leaned back violently as if he had been electrocuted, and he moved to the right side uneasily, and distanced himself from Binoch, who had a somewhat inexplicable expression, to avoid being contaminated with too much of the smell of perfume on the other party's body- Of course, Owen knew that the female minister in front of him didn't have any extra meaning, and these small actions were just the normal habits of the French witch in front of him, but because he was worried that his son, the grandson (ZEI), would threaten him with a photo, Owen had to stay vigilant and distance himself, which at least ensured that there was only one photo that Allen used to threaten his old father.

Stunned for a moment, Binoche's confident smile and curved eyes, who thought that the British guy in front of her were too innocent, made her look even more charming: "Owen, the French wizarding community is very interested in those new products on Hogwarts Floating City, I will ask the office to make a list and number of products to order, and pre-purchase some additional cars and floating boats... 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 to the French wizarding community for your trust and support, I am sure that the products of the Umbrella will not disappoint our neighbors, and of course, if your country needs our further help in security matters, please do not hesitate to command..." But he knew that the French female minister in front of him had not made any statement in the uncertain situation before, and now it seemed that she was strongly supporting the United Kingdom, but in fact, she saw that the United Kingdom had carried out economic reforms and cooperated with the Muggle community, and it was estimated that the United Kingdom should be able to escape the restrictions caused by the embargo, so he made it clear that he supported it in this way, which was regarded as a kind of compensation for his silence before.

"The friendship between our two countries in the wizarding world lasts forever!" The French female minister not only wanted to flirt with the innocent British out of a misunderstanding, but also because she had Britain as an external support to ensure her national security and allow her to sit in a secure position, anyway, when she heard this, she simply leaned out and let His Highness leave the chair, and gave Owen a warm hug and a close salute.

"Click! click!"

The sound of the triple camera made Owen, who was envied by the members of the British Ministry of Magic, look terrified.