"Hmph, minister, they will definitely take care of this matter, I think these people are still instigated by someone behind them to be so anxious..."Dirk Chryswell in the three broomstick tavern retracted his gaze, he was about to refill himself with another drink, "Hmm? this is..."Chryswell looked at the beer in the glass beer glass on the table, and saw the small bubbles that kept rising, he frowned a little suspiciously and said to his companions, "Is there an earthquake? But we are in the air..."

"Dumbfounded, you're watching Lady Rosmerta bartwine at the bar again, you're rippling?" the wizard beside him laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"No, the beer is really shaking, what's the situation? Also, do you feel... The wind blowing in from the window seems to be getting stronger?" asked the other companion, holding up his beer glass.

The protests of the protesters outside the bar also turned into exclamations, and in the sky far above the floating city, those huge fire dragons of different shapes and colors stopped patrolling and walking, flapped their wings and flew back quickly towards the floating city, they circled and fell around the floating city in an orderly manner, disappeared from the vision of the wizards, and returned to the dragon's lair carved in the mountain below the floating city.

Several previously announced floating ships also suddenly flashed back in large numbers, they gathered from all directions, and for a while, some of them gathered around the floating city, and under the guidance of the harbor leaders of the floating ship docks at Hogwarts, they began to dock in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, there was a slightly more violent shaking on the ground, as if the Floating City had just risen, and a few unfortunate wine glasses that the drinkers had placed too much on the edge of the table crackled and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces, and causing a drunken wizard who had stabilized his body to roll to the ground unexpectedly.

This small change made the timid people scream suddenly, and it also made the atmosphere of the scene even more tense.

After the panic, the wizards made a noise of chatter.

"Did the magical world of other countries launch an attack on the Floating City?"

"It's not that there's something wrong with the Floating City, so we won't fall. ”

"Go to the fireplace! ”

......

"Panic what. As the director of the Fairy Liaison Office, Dirk Chryswell said loudly, "The Floating City has been stabilized....those floating ships and fire dragons... It's not being attacked suddenly... Is the Floating City starting to move?"

The wizards in the tavern all came out of their rooms and poured into the square, looking up to see what was happening, although they could not feel the shaking now, and walked in the square as smoothly as usual, but they could see that the clouds floating in the sky were moving rapidly in one direction without dragons and floating ships.

Desperate to know what was going on, the wizards were a little anxious, and they had already pulled out their broomsticks and began to fly into the sky, the oncoming wind blowing their hair back, and looking down from a high place, they could only see that the barren and inhabited land below was shrouded in the floating city, reflecting a huge shadow fluttering forward quickly.

Under the constantly passing clouds, the mirror-like black lakes shone in the sun, and the dark green hills and jungles in the distance passed quickly under their eyes, and only a dark green shadow could be seen, and it was almost impossible to see the specific mountains and hills.

"Don't panic, I'm Alan Harris..."Allen's voice resounded throughout the Floating City, and the voice that came from nowhere was very peaceful, like whispering in everyone's ears, but it could be heard clearly by every wizard in the Floating City, "The vibration just now and what everyone is feeling now... It's all because the floating city is moving, please rest assured, all the actions in the floating city are under my control... As always, everyone is very safe. Alan paused to give everyone a few seconds to digest, "For the specific situation, you can go to the Ravenclaw Temple in the Commercial Plaza, my father Owen Harris will be there in half an hour to explain to you, of course... Harris TV is now reporting. ”

After receiving Allen's explanation, the wizards who understood that their lives would not be in danger regained their composure, but just like the landlady who was casting a repair spell and the drunkard who rolled around on the ground a few times, many people complained that they should have been notified in advance.

Seeing that many of the previous protesters began to head to the mall, several tavern customers simply retreated to the three-broomstick tavern, they turned up the volume of the TV with their wands, and found that a temporary venue had been set up in the mall in the south of Hogwarts' Black Lake, in front of the steps of the Ravenclaw Temple, and many of the wizards of Hogwarts Floating City had rushed over.

About thirty minutes later, in the commercial plaza, which was originally a little empty due to planning, under the monitoring of the Hogwarts guards on the outer umbrella, there were already several onlookers who had rushed to receive the news, and some people from the pure-blood family who were anti-Harris also rushed over to deal with Harris's seemingly counterattacking means this time

Wearing a Ministry of Magic uniform, Owen Harris arrived at the scene with the Aurors who were not usually present at Hogwarts, while Granger Hermione, the president of the Umbrella Corporation, and Penelope Crewart, the head of the Red Umbrella Department, also came to the venue with their company's men, but Alan Harris, the headmaster of Hogwarts, did not show up.

And there was no superfluous opening remark, Owen stood up directly after picking up his pocket watch and looking at the time.

"Today, I feel fortunate that the Ravenclaw family who sheltered me came to this land and took root from here... In this island country hanging outside the European continent, my parents and I did not have local blood in it, as many people know from some family magazines, my father was a wizard who followed the first Dark Lord Gatler Grindelwald, for a long time, not to mention you, even I myself did not think of me as an English wizard..."Owen unexpectedly did not announce anything but said his own background, and his voice softened a lot," I had the privilege of studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was at this English school of witchcraft and wizardry that I met my wife, a pure-blood Rozier, Morgan Lefay, a local pure-blood family... Although this is a deliberate arrangement, like many of you in the pure-blood family, luckily for many people, it is also our will, and it makes me realize who I am... I don't deny my foreign ancestry, but now I'm also a British wizard..."

"We're not here to hear your love story!"

"Your policies have made the economy miserable! You're using your power to commit crimes!"

The shouting and protesting that the protesters in the crowd had intended to start when the other party arrived seemed to have gone on badly under the momentum of the Ministry of Magic and the blessing of the tall Holy Ravenclaw Temple behind them, except for a few bold shouts, and more unemployed people just raised protest signs in a somewhat dry manner.

"I've seen the signs held up by a lot of people, and I know that everyone's lives have changed dramatically since the rise of the Floating City, and since the establishment of our own Wizarding Bank..."Owen gestured directly to the protesters with his hand, "Remember, everyone, what have we done in the UK for the wizarding world in the past few years? We've defeated the Mystic Man and his Death Eaters several times, and we even have the energy to help other countries after driving them out of the UK... We've invented a lot of new magical artifacts and lowered the price of a lot of products so that most wizarding families can afford things they couldn't afford before... Improved the lives of wizards... My son has announced his magical achievements to turn Animagus, a mystery that had no more than 10 registrations in the world a few years ago, into an ordinary Transfiguration skill..."

"But now we're out of work!"

"We can't afford anything now!"

Owen's words clearly did not please the protesters below, and even made them feel angry because of his boasting.

"I understand your anger, and in fact I am angry too, our economy has indeed been destroyed, and many people's lives have fallen into embarrassment, but this shouldn't be a problem of our own making, right?" Owen still calmly asked rhetorically to the voices that interrupted him, "The Floating City and the Nether Core were originally the product of benefiting more people, and he would have allowed every wizard family to live a rich life that pure-blood families had not necessarily been able to live before, but after we have done so much for the world of magic, what have they given us?" The International Wizards Federation has not only done nothing to uphold the Secrecy Law, but has even hindered and criticized our actions against the Dark Lord... Of course, they did apologize, we lowered the price of many creations for ordinary wizards, but this also offended many pure-blood families who made a living from this profiteering, and we went to Gringotts in order to solve the problem of the Dark Lord once and for all, but the elves were worried about their... Business reputation issues... In other words, the elves have blessed the Dark Lord, and the harm he is doing in Europe now could have been avoided..."

"Minister Harris, we're not here to hear your reasoning and your previous achievements, now that our workshop is forced to close, we have to eat!" Most people are very clear about the reasons described by Owen, but now when it comes to their own survival, there is no need to instigate the pure-blood forces hidden in the crowd, these Harris's past exploits are nothing to the unemployed wizards.

"Alas, yes... You may wonder why my son, who is better at oratory, as described in the newspapers, my cold, calculating son, with his wicked voiceover, and owner of Hogwarts, didn't show up... Why don't you give these speeches about politics, order, and power to stir people's hearts?" Owen looked at the emotionally uncontrollable magic workshop owner, "My son Alan realized at the very beginning that what wizards in England need now is not speeches, but actions... So now, our action has begun. ”