Harry Potter's Bastard

Dark wizards are impossible, and fantasy can only be fantasy after all.

Harry had to put up with the atmosphere of the luncheon that he couldn't get used to. Due to the lack of etiquette for formal banquets, Harry could feel the frequent gaze of the Muggles on the other side.

Damn, I'm a shame on the wizards!

Fortunately, Solim, Hermione, and Lucius attracted the attention of a large number of Muggles, and no one noticed Harry's distress except for a few people across from Harry.

After all, this table that can seat 80 people on one side is too long.

When Charles finally announced that the luncheon was over and the guests could rest and talk on their own, Harry felt his whole body sublimated.

He felt that he really should switch places with Sirius and put himself on duty instead of sitting here.

True, Sirius was tired of such occasions, so he didn't attend the banquet, but took people on duty nearby to make sure nothing unexpected happened.

The wizards were led by the attendants into a large lounge next to it, where they could rest23, lest some reckless fellows disturb them.

With his feet on the huge carpet that covered the room, Harry collapsed on the couch without a figure.

"Remember to remind me," Harry said weakly to Sirius and Hermione, "don't let me participate in this mission next time, and even if I do, let me go out on duty instead of sitting there......"

"Oh, come on. Hermione looked at him with some disgust, "You think you're the only one who feels uncomfortable? Did you see Solim and Draco complaining?"

As she counted Harry, Hermione pulled out the materials from her bag that had been cast the Traceless Stretching Charm and made her final preparations.

An hour later she was going to speak to the Muggles on behalf of the Ministry of Magic—formal occasions are always meant for leaders to speak.

Solim closed his eyes and sat on a couch with Draco. Both of them were recuperating, and at the luncheon they were under a lot of pressure, they didn't eat much, and they were dealing with the Muggles. There will be an exhibition later, which is the most important thing, so naturally you have to keep your spirits up.

The policy of the Presbyterian Church today is to cultivate Muggle society, not by their own nature. When you sit in the position of the communication committee, you have to assume the corresponding responsibilities and obligations.

"There's nothing wrong with the potion keep, is there?" asked Sirius.

"With me watching, what are you worried about?"

This is the largest Potions Fair, and the number of guests is also the largest. Naturally, wizards also prepared more potions. To be on the safe side, the Ministry of Magic also communicated with St. Mungo's and sent three healers to take precautions.

After a short break, the wizards were taken to St. George's Hall.

Like the Waterloo Room before it, this is a rectangular hall, but it is larger.

The ceiling is inlaid with the coats of arms of the Knights of the Garter, and the windowless wall is covered with large portraits of people. They are all members of the Order.

"I even think it's bigger than the Great Hall at Hogwarts. "

Harry stared dumbfounded at the decoration in the hall and the coat of arms on the ceiling. The visual impact here is a bit big for him.

"It's true that the length is a bit longer than the auditorium, but it's about the same in terms of total area. "

Hermione was also here for the first time, and she was equally dizzying.

The waiters led Solim and his party to their seats, and they sat sideways below the podium, while the seats of the European guests faced the podium.

Charles, as the organizer, took the stage first, said a lot of scenes, and looked forward to a bright future by the way. Immediately after Solim also came to the stage, he did not prepare a speech, nor was he prepared to speak at length. Following Charles's words, he expanded on it a little and invited Hermione up.

As the head of the Ministry of Magic, she certainly can't be as headstrong as Solim. Her secretary had already given her the manuscript three days earlier.

After nearly twenty minutes of rambling, the speech was finally over. Amid loud applause and even more enthusiastic gaze, Sirius escorted the potions exhibit into the show.

Aren't the guests from all over Europe coming for this? (If you read a violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

The Ministry of Magic also put a lot of effort into it, and the bottles of potions were beautifully placed, and the velvet trays were placed in the display cases one after another.

Hermione was responsible for introducing most of the potions, while the patented ones such as beauty potions, all-purpose stain removers, and quick-smoothing hair potions were introduced to the guests by their respective representatives.

Solim and Draco quietly hid to the side—they had a spell on them.

"Scrimgeour was able to get a good night's sleep this time. Draco clearly had an opinion of the current Minister of Magic, and said in a rather resentful tone, "This old lion was begging for money from the Ministry of Magic, and the pure-blood families were waiting to see his jokes." It's better now—"

"How?" Solim was clearly not as clear as Draco was about some of the details of the Ministry of Magic. []

"Gerwood and Skoll donated a lot of Galleons to the Ministry of Magic so that their products could continue to be exhibited. Draco pouted, "There's even gossip that they're going to take a portion of the proceeds and donate them to the Ministry of Magic every month. "

"Huh," Solim was taken aback, "and that's ...... It's quite aggressive. "

"Who's to say it isn't. Draco said, "My father told me because...... Uh, for some reason, you know...... Some pure-blood families have banded together to pressure these people to give up their desire to be tied to the Ministry of Magic, but they have failed. "

"Hmph, the strength is shrinking, the power is as great as it is moving forward, these Gringotts Garons can stone 360 people to death will pay attention to them. "

Solim has little eye on the pure-blood families of the British homeland. Most of these were mixed up with Voldemort, and now that the Dark Lord is on the run, their situation is getting worse day by day. In the old days, these potions-producing guilds would have to listen to them honestly.

Looking at the wizard who was foaming at the mouth of the Muggles to introduce his products, Draco looked a little strange.

"You know what? It turns out that our family has their shares—all of them. "

Draco sighed.

"But later—I mean that after the man returned, my father ceded a lot of benefits in order to stabilize the situation, and in exchange for Galleon, they squandered it......"

Lucius was the Chancellor of the Exchequer within the Death Eaters, and Voldemort sought him whenever he was short of money. The benefits have not been reaped, and there are a lot of troubles.

For Draco's resentment, Solim laughed at his petty petty anger without paying attention.

"Don't say you still care about those things. He said, "With your current status and influence in Malfoy, if you really want them to get out, you father and son can handle it at home." "

This is not an exaggeration. Lucius and Draco, one for the British government and wizards, and one for the approval of proposals for the exchanges.

They're going to get a couple of potion suppliers out, and that's a matter of signing the paperwork.