Paris.

District 6,

Furstenbergplatz.

As the entrance to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic, it is very crowded with people.

The Minister of Magic, Henry Abel, surrounded by a group of wizards, stood in front of a tree in the middle of the square, waiting for the elevator to enter the hall.

Abel also had a copy of the Grand Paris Daily in his hand, with a headline about his condolences to the international team players who were about to travel to the Quidditch World Cup.

There was also a photo in the newspaper of Abel with the team, standing in the middle, surrounded by seven big men.

Except for him, the minister, who was white, all the others were black.

One white and seven black...... It's eye-catching.

In the distance, a red-haired wizard walked by, and when he saw the minister, he greeted him warmly:

"Hey, Henry, are you back from your condolences?"

"yes, Bird."

"How?" Bird smiled: "I read the newspaper that you also played a friendly match with them?" ”

"Don't mention it." Abel sighed, "I was poured fifty-eight balls by them, and those big blacks tossed me badly. ”

The corners of Bird's mouth twitched, thinking that this group of national team players really didn't have eyesight.

The Ministry of Magic organized an intra-ministry match, and the minister, as a chaser, didn't pour more than a dozen balls into someone's house and win the championship easily?

"Can the French Quidditch team win this year?" Bird asked again.

"It's hard." Abel shook his head and said:

"It's okay for these old blacks to play Muggle football, but it's not about the body, it's mostly about technique and brains, and they're really bad."

In the last World Cup, the French team was in the round of 16 and was eliminated by the Vietnamese team, and finally the British newspaper next door also gave the French team a nickname...... Vietnamese captives.

If you can reach the semi-finals this year, you will be considered a success!

The two chatted about the Quidditch World Cup and the upcoming International Confederation of Wizards.

"I don't know which wizard will be elected president in this election." Albert said: "I saw off the delegation yesterday and boarded the floating dragon boat. ”

"Probably Dumbledore, right?" Bird guessed, "He's the wizard I admire the most." ”

"Of all the hateful Brits, I like Newt Scamander the most, who saved Paris from Grindelwald." Abel laughed:

"I was only seven years old at the time, and I was very impressed by the overwhelming coverage in all the newspapers that day."

"But Newt Scamander didn't run, did he?" Bird wondered.

"No, so I asked Stein to vote for Babajid Akinbad." Abel lowered his voice.

"Isn't Akinbad a wizard in Africa?"

"Just because I'm African, I'm my own." Abel smirked: "Most of the wizards in Africa have emigrated to France. ”

"I was about to say this." Bird said worriedly:

"I looked at the statistics, this year's French wizard newborns, the birth rate of white babies is less than 40%, and most of the rest are black.

I'm afraid that one day a group of dark-skinned wizards will say to our children, 'Get out of France, this is the land that our ancestors have guarded'. ”

Bird was concerned that the Gallic rooster would turn into a Gallic black chicken.

Abel patted Bird on the shoulder and comforted, "It's okay, I believe in the wisdom of future generations, they will take care of this balance." ”

The elevator came, and several people walked in, and they entered a rather artistic hall, with a vaulted ceiling painted with a large number of constellation patterns, all in the shape of magical beasts.

Passing through the vestibule to the central hall, a huge statue is placed in the most prominent position in the distance.

The statue has the iconic elements of the French tricolor, the cockade and the Phrygian cap.

Below the statue is a row of French mottos: Incanté, Envouté, Conjuré!

Meaning...... Spellcasting, spellcasting, summoning.

"Mr. Minister, you're finally here." A witch hurried over, and she said impatiently, "Something is wrong! ”

"Talo, how many times have I told you, there is calm in every big event."

Abel looked at his secretary and said with a straight face: "What kind of system is it to make such a fuss!" ”

"But ......"

"No, but, I don't want to see you flustered like this again, calm your breathing first!"

Tarot was silent for ten seconds before Abel held the shelf and asked, "Okay, what's going on?" ”

"The Ministry of Magic has just detected the ...... of the floating dragon ship escorting the delegates of various countries to Berlin," Tarot paused, "and fell from the sky." ”

“……”

Abel's face turned pale in an instant, his chest rose and fell, and he breathed heavily: "Why didn't you say it earlier!" ”

Talo was a little aggrieved and was about to refute it, but Abel asked again, "What's going on now?!" ”

"I asked the Floo Network Authority to contact the wizard on that ship to try to set up a temporary Floo Net, but I couldn't get in touch."

"Immediate rescue." Abel said.

"But how do you rescue it?" Tarot wondered, "It's a floating dragon ship, you can't let the Aurors ride a broomstick and use a levitation charm to stop it from falling." ”

Abel was speechless, he paced slowly, and then asked, "Where is that ship now?" ”

"Over the Pyrenees." Tarot said.

Abel breathed a sigh of relief, the Pyrenees are not a crowded place, even if it does fall from a height of 10,000 meters, there is a high probability that it will not affect Muggle cities.

If you can't say that you can cross the border and fall into Spain, then it really has nothing to do with the French Ministry of Magic.

Lota seemed to know what Abel was thinking, and she reminded:

"Minister, judging from the current position, it is likely that the ship will crash at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

“……”

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Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

Madame Maxim was organizing a meeting of the teachers to discuss participation in the Triwizard Tournament when she received news of the evacuation from the Ministry of Magic.

She walked out of the office and looked for the sky, looking for the floating dragon ship.

Someone suddenly opened his mouth wide, stretched out his hand and pointed to the extreme west of the world, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly shouted with all his might: "Look at it, look there!" ”

High in the sky, something broke through the clouds and fell downward.

Although the falling speed is extremely fast, it is so high from the ground that anyone who accidentally looks over there can find this shocking and spectacular scene.

It was like a comet, rushing towards the earth, visible through the swift clouds, like a long scratch in the blue sky.

Maxim stood there dumbfounded, staring at the sky dumbfounded.

Next school year, she plans to take her students to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

If you still participate in a fart, the school is going to be gone!

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(End of chapter)