readx;? Chapter 532 International Joint Conference of Wizards

Beams of shining water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the elf's hat, from the ears of the house-elf. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere are ding-dong-ding-dong, clanging water sounds around, and there are popping and popping sounds made by phantom shifters.

There were also hundreds of sparkling footsteps of witches and wizards. With the lifeless expressions of the morning on their faces, they strode toward the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

"This is the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, and all guests need to register their wands in front of them. Fudge said with some irritation, "Even if I have my guarantee, I can't avoid these damn links." ”

George said calmly, "Generally speaking, as long as they can be strictly enforced, these minor inconveniences can add a bit of security to the Ministry of Magic, and they are still useful. ”

He's not the kind of person who doesn't feel comfortable without privileges. On the contrary, if possible, he would actually prefer to see fair and equal treatment.

George's words calmed Fudge's mood a bit, and he continued to lead the way ahead.

They walked slowly along with the crowd of people, surrounded by Ministry of Magic staff, some of them carrying crumbling piles of parchment in their arms, some carrying tattered briefcases, and others reading the Daily Prophet as they walked.

To George's slight surprise, those staff, even when they saw Fudge, had a cold face, and they didn't see the leader's uneasiness at all, let alone the enthusiasm to chat a few words.

"Mr. Soros, please go this way. Fudge whispered.

They left the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff walking towards the golden gate and headed to the left.

At a table on the left, under a sign that reads "Security Check", sits a wizard in a peacock blue robe with an uncleanly shaven beard. As they approached, he looked up and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"It's me, and Mr. Soros. Fudge knocked on the table and said impatiently, "Hurry up, we're going to the International Wizards Conference." ”

"Okay minister. The wizard said slowly.

"Mr. Soros, please register your wand. The wizard said listlessly.

George handed over his wand, and the wizard threw it on a grotesque-looking brass machine that looked like a single-disc scale. The machine began to vibrate slightly. A narrow strip of parchment spat out quickly from a hole in the bottom. The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Twelve and three-quarters of an inch, a wand made of dragon elm and dragon nerves, it's been seven years, right?"

"That's right. George said calmly.

"I'll keep this," the wizard said, poking the parchment note into a small brass nail.

"Alright, Mr. Soros. The wizard handed the wand back to George.

"It's finally alright, it's time for us to go. Fudge continued to lead the way.

They returned to the flow of people at the golden gate, and as they walked through a large door to a smaller hall.

There were at least twenty elevators, blocked by refined golden fence gates.

Fudge led George to a less crowded elevator.

With a clanging, clattering sound, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden fence gate slid open, and everyone walked in.

The fence door slammed shut, the elevator slowly ascended, and the chain rattled. The woman's voice just now said in an indifferent tone.

"The seventh floor is here, the Department of Magical Sports, which contains the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League, the official Gobstone Club, and the Office of Patents for Funny Products. ”

The elevator door opened, revealing a jumble hallway with posters of various Quidditch teams plastered on the walls. A wizard in the elevator with a broomstick walks out and disappears down the hallway.

The door closed, the elevator swayed slightly, and the woman's voice announced, "The sixth floor has arrived, the Magical Transportation Division, which includes the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management Control Bureau, the Portkey Office, and the Phantom Apparition Test Center. ”

The elevator door was opened again, and an elderly wizard walked out. At the same time, several pale purple paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator.

"I don't know where there is so much important news in a day. Fudge muttered disapprovingly, "The paper airplanes have been lilac and dark purple lately. ”

The elevator clicked and went up again, and the notes fluttered around the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.

"The fifth level arrives, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, which includes the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, and the International Federation of Magicians UK seats. ”

Fudge and George stepped out of the elevator, and outside the door was a wide hallway, and they walked through the hallway, pushing an oak door open at the end of the hallway.

The oak gate is followed by a passage with the words International Magical Trade Standards Association and the International Office of the Law of Magic.

They continued on, to the end of the aisle, and pushed open another oak door, behind which was an empty hall.

"Oh, no. Fudge quickly closed the door again.

He closed the oak door again, tapped his wand on the door a few times, muttered a few words, and then pushed the door open again.

At this time, behind the oak gate, there is a solemn auditorium.

On the ceiling of the auditorium, bright flags representing the Ministries of Magic of various countries hang down.

In the center of the auditorium was a giant round table, and in the center of the round table, a delicate magic hourglass was placed. The silver-white hourglass has a warm luster, and the sky-blue star sand slowly drips.

At this time, there were already many wizards sitting around the round table, all of them wearing gray magic robes, and they were seated in different countries in turn.

Some of them are talking to each other, and some of them are closing their eyes and recuperating.

George and Fudge sat down at their meeting place in England, and in front of each of them sat a thick book with a delicate red cover, written in gilded letters.

"List of participants of the International Confederation of Wizards. ”

George gently opened the thick red book, and every page inside was printed with the photos and biographies of the participants.

He first turned to the list of British representatives according to the catalog.

The first British representative was Albus Dumbledore, pictured with Dumbledore with silver hair and his signature half-moon glasses.

(To be continued.) )