Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Although the general election of the new International Federation of Magic is approaching, it is different from the past infighting and life-and-death fights. In this general election, no matter how excited the people at the bottom demonstrate, wave flags and shout, how hard they work

While they support their favorite politicians, the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic in various countries are completely opposite and appear to be exceptionally calm.

They showed everyone, whether they were hostile politicians or the people who enthusiastically supported them, the "gentlemanly demeanor" that once only existed on the surface in their mouths.

They stopped attacking each other and stopped falsely accusing each other. They were like Muggle nobles attending a ball, exchanging cups and drinking wine. It was obvious that——

No one wants to be elected president of the International Federation of Magic this term.

They all know very well why the last president of the International Federation of Magic was pushed out as a scapegoat. Similarly, they also know very well what kind of public opinion they will be enveloped in once they are elected.

Against what kind of opponent.

But they have to participate in the election. Giving up the election means that they have given up on the voters who support them, and it also means the end of their political career——

This is something more terrifying than Tiera in the distance.

"You don't look very enthusiastic, can you tell me why?" A cold voice sounded in Nathaniel Calhoun's mind.

Nathaniel Calhoun, the vice president of the Norwegian Magic Association, turned his head habitually, trying to find the chilling young man in the crowded hall, until he felt a stinging pain in his wrist, and he suddenly

reaction.

"Yes, my lord." After reacting, Nathaniel Calhoun no longer looked around, but tried every means to restrain his thinking, and then answered in his mind:

"No one actually wants to run for president of the International Federation of Magic. After all."

Nathaniel Calhoun paused and continued to say in his mind, "After all, once elected, we will have to choose between fighting Tiera or giving up our political future."

"Haha. I see." Voldemort, or the young Voldemort, smiled faintly, "So I have great hopes of being elected as the president of the International Federation of Magic?"

There is more than great hope! You are simply our savior!

This sentence suddenly popped into Nathaniel Calhoun's mind.

"Of course, my lord." But Nathaniel Calhoun still tried to calm down his emotions, and then answered formally.

"Haha. Okay, very good." The young man's gloomy and cold voice sounded in Nathaniel Calhoun's mind again, "Then I would like to trouble Mr. Calhoun to promote me first. Do it for my final appearance.

Good preparation."

"Yes, my Lord, we will do our best to realize your wish!" Nathaniel Calhoun breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to express his loyalty.

After standing there and waiting for a while to make sure that there would be no more orders from the mysterious pale young man, Nathaniel Calhoun finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a glass of wine from the house elf, and said, "Gu Gu Gu Gu

"Pulled it in, took a few breaths of relief, then put on his iconic confident smile again, and walked towards his nearest social circle——

"Aha, Audrey Simic, our beautiful Emerald Witch, please allow me to congratulate you in advance on becoming the next president of the International Federation of Magic." Nathaniel Calhoun complimented in a warm and sincere voice.

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"Don't be ridiculous, Nathaniel." Emerald Witch Audrey Simic said teasingly.

Emerald Witch Audrey Simic, a lifelong honorary elder of the Spanish Magical Secret Society, a professor of alchemy and curses at Rocca Solano Magic School, has pale skin and waist-length dark brown hair, and is actually six years old.

She is seventeen years old, but she looks no older than forty. She has a slim figure and still has charm.

"Who doesn't know that my personal ethics are corrupt, how can I be recognized by Qilin?" Audrey Simic said very sincerely.

"Oh, Audrey, don't worry about those rumors, let bygones be bygones." Nathaniel Calhoun said politely.

Audrey Simic, the Emerald Witch, had two husbands.

Her first husband, her former mentor, did not survive her, and she and her second husband did not part ways happily, especially when they were both competing for the same emeritus eldership.

Somehow, the story about Audrey Simic's romantic nature, about Audrey Simic's promiscuity, and that Audrey Simic was involved in several different industries gradually spread out.

Of course, these rumors did not affect Audrey Simic's election as the lifelong honorary elder of the Spanish Regional Magical Secret Society, and with her election, these rumors quickly disappeared.

But for some unknown reason, after he was dragged into the Spanish magic secret society and pushed to run for president of the International Federation of Magic, these rumors suddenly reappeared and became more and more intense.

Nathaniel Calhoun thought with his toes that it must be a rumor spread by Audrey Simich to ensure that she would not be elected.

To be precise, Nathaniel Calhoun also spread some rumors about his own corrupt personal ethics, such as the rumor that he fell in love with a Muggle when he was young and was a handsome male Muggle.

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"You look very relaxed, Mr. Calhoun." Audrey Simic also picked up a glass of red wine from the house elf and drank it slowly, looking at Chubby with a pair of emerald green eyes.

Nathaniel Calhoun.

"Oh, Miss Simic." Nathaniel Calhoun laughed dryly.

"Then we understand each other and won't play riddles with each other." Audrey Simic chuckled twice, then lowered her voice and said, "I detect traces of black magic in you."

"I didn't expect you to use this method to evade the election." Audrey Simic raised her eyebrows and said, "This is not easy for you, especially you. The environment there is relatively repellent to this kind of black magic.

Under such circumstances, you actually dare to use this trick?"

Although Spain is geographically part of Europe, the Muggle society in Spain was one of the earliest European countries to invade foreign countries. With the invasion of the Muggle world, wizards in Spain were also the first to come into contact with the Americas.

The primitive magic of the mainland is accompanied by generations of struggles and compromises. The magic atmosphere in the entire Spanish region is both good and evil. The tolerance for black magic is much higher than that in other parts of Europe, and is equivalent to the Ministry of Magic of Tsarist Russia.

(End of chapter)