Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

The professors laughed, and a smile flashed in Professor Snape's eyes, signaling Keith to leave quickly.

After Keith left, the kind-hearted Professor Flitwick said: "Don't we need to take care of it? I'm worried that serious involution will cause trouble. The students are already under a lot of pressure..."

"It's okay, Filius." Dumbledore stood up, "I think Moriarty will guide everyone on the right path. This is nothing to him, but it is us who should think about how to deal with it.

The next trouble."

The professors were puzzled: "Trouble?"

"Hogwarts is suspended for a week, the school director Malfoy is killed, the Hogwarts pure-blood army breaks into France, Moriarty freezes the Eiffel Tower, the Hogwarts pure-blood army annihilates the Quinlan vampire——"

Dumbledore said it all in one breath, some of which the professors knew and some of which they didn't know. Their eyes widened in surprise, waiting for the next half of Dumbledore's words.

"——If these are not troublesome, I think the British Ministry of Magic can unify the world.

Expect the retiring Minister of Magic to resolve the power struggle within the pure-blood family, the accountability of the French Ministry of Magic, and the threat of the dark world?

Today is not April Fool’s Day, think about it carefully.”

Dumbledore left the meeting and walked step by step towards his principal's office, looking very worried.

Hogwarts is out of danger, and laughter and laughter are restored in the castle, but outside the castle, countless undercurrents are surging.

However, Dumbledore did not expect that Gilderoy Lockhart arrived in France in the early morning of the day before yesterday and visited the Jewish Marquis on Moriarty's behalf yesterday, that night when Moriarty was happy.

The old Jew said frankly that he could calm the voices within the vampires. The implication was that as long as he was here, the top vampires would not pursue Quinlan's annihilation by Moriarty.

Hearing this, Lockhart was full of vigilance.

There are no unprovoked overtures in the magical world, every overture has a purpose.

There is a force behind the old Jew. What do they like about the young master? They want to befriend the young master even if they offend another force behind the Quinlan family?

This was not the first time that Lockhart had dealt with foreigners, but this was the first time he had discussed cooperation with the vampires, the giants of the dark world.

He deeply felt that Moriarty valued and cultivated him, and he did not dare to be careless, sloppy, or make rash decisions.

The old Jew saw Lockhart's caution and laughed. He reassured Lockhart and said that he just wanted to make friends with Moriarty, and revealed that he hoped that one day in the future, Mori

Artie refuses the werewolf's advances.

Lockhart smelled something unusual, but no matter how much he tried to test the old Jew, he could not get any more information.

"I will convey your wishes to Master Moriarty." Lockhart said with a smile. He could not make a promise, so he could only say this.

The old Jew nodded understandingly and looked at Lockhart, his eyes twinkling: "Who would have thought that the great writer who is famous in England is the servant of Mr. Moriarty."

The smile on Lockhart's face did not change, and the old Jew continued: "It seems that Mr. Moriarty is setting up a big trap, but please don't worry, I won't say anything.

When it comes to credibility, you can always trust a Jew - vampire or human.

In fact, our promises are valuable, but most people cannot get our promises. Regardless of whether Mr. Moriarty agrees to our request, we will fulfill our promises.

Don't worry, Mr. Lockhart, as long as you can deal with the French Ministry of Magic, the vampires will definitely stay out of trouble."

In this way, Lockhart was sent out of the Jewish Marquis Castle in a daze. The trouble on the vampire side was solved, but the French Ministry of Magic was a big trouble.

Lockhart walked non-stop to Marseille's Provence Airport, where a news item was playing on the TV in the terminal.

A fat man with black hair and a bit of bald head was sitting on a large luxurious desk in Chapter 1, smiling and delivering a speech.

A tall man sitting next to him sneered: "Look, our President has started again."

The others nodded and smiled without saying a word.

Oh, it turns out that this pot-bellied man is the president of France.

Lockhart was looking forward to what he would say. With such a big thing happening at the Eiffel Tower, the French president wouldn't ignore it, right?

Sure enough, the French president spoke.

"Since the Eiffel Tower incident, a total of 1,832 meteorologists, physicists, geographers and other scientists have gathered at the Elysée Palace in two days.

Regarding the abnormal behavior of the Eiffel Tower, our scientists conducted a detailed investigation and made a strong judgment!

We have reason to believe that three days ago, a cold air unprecedented in human history descended on Paris.

However, it encountered warm winds blowing from the Mediterranean Sea, forming huge convective heating. At exactly this time, a large meteor shower from the constellation Sagittarius affected the trajectory of Venus.

In the end, a deviant cold wave was created. The Eiffel Tower is the tallest building in Paris. She withstood the impact of the new cold wave for us, so it became what it is now.

I hereby appeal to the public not to listen to rumors. There is neither magic nor wizards in this world.

The strange behavior of the Eiffel Tower is completely a joke of nature, or a warning from Mother Earth.

This may be related to recent global warming. The accelerated melting of the poles has caused cold air to flow around...

But don’t worry, our scientific researchers are investigating every day, and they will return Eiffel to us soon.”

The French president ended this video news with a smile on his face, and his face immediately darkened, becoming terrifyingly gloomy.

Three days ago, he was sleeping with his wife in his arms when he was awakened by an Auror sent by the Minister of Magic, Fengwei Cape.

God knows how he felt at that time - he thought the end of the world had come, but what the Auror told him was worse than the end of the world, and the Eiffel Tower was frozen into an ice sculpture!

The president initially thought it was a prank until he saw it with his own eyes and passed out on the spot.

Later, Fengwei Capet told him that the reason why the Eiffel Tower turned into this ghostly appearance was because of magic.

"Then you quickly cast a spell to solve the problem and return the tower to normal!" the president said matter-of-factly.

Feng Wei glanced at the president with pity, and then said bitterly: "This is a powerful black magic! We don't know who did it, but in England, we found the suspect! I think it's him -

No wizard except him knows the great freezing spell!"

The president waved his hand: "Wizards are not under my jurisdiction. I just want to know when will the Eiffel Tower return to normal?"

"My President," Feng Wei said suddenly: "Look into my eyes. From now on, you have to learn to wear a mask. At least until we find the way to remove the magic, you'd better keep wearing it."

The president was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Next, Feng Wei told the president a lot of words. In short, he wanted the president to deceive the people. The Ministry of Magic had already prepared a set of rhetoric for the president.

In this way, in three days, the president said the same rhetoric 17 times!

Now, the president has had enough.

He knocked all the papers on the table to the ground and shouted angrily at a portrait hanging on the wall: "To the Minister of Magic, when will you remove that damn magic? Please reply immediately!"

It seemed that using the word "please" was a bit degrading, but he had to do it because this was magic - he had to do this if he wanted to inform the Minister of Magic.

Magic, magic again! Magic should be damned!

The French president was so angry that his stomach bulged, and he added to the portrait: "Hurry!"

"Ding~"

A black phone on the desk rang. He picked up the phone, listened to three words said on the phone, and turned off the phone.

"Fake!"

The president slapped his hands on the table and stared fiercely at the long sash window. He seemed to see the gloating faces of his political opponents through the window.

The phone call just now was from a political opponent, who accused him of inaction - God damn magic! What should he do?

The president is a human being, not a wizard!

"The whole country is watching your joke." The opposition finally concluded, and the president didn't even have to look to see that he was not hiding the proud smile on his face.

As the President stood at the table with his back to the fireplace, he heard a gentle cough behind him.

He knew the coughing sound, he had heard it before.

He slowly turned around and faced the empty room.

"Come in, Minister Fengwei Cape."

A bright green flame suddenly burst out from the empty grate under the marble fireplace.

Fengwei Cape appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning rapidly like a top. A few seconds later, he stepped across the grate, holding a black pointed hat in his hand, and stood on the exquisite antique carpet.

He dusted the sleeves of his gray cloak.

"Mr. President, we meet again." Feng Wei smiled.

The president waved his hand impatiently: "I hope you can give me a definite answer, at least a specific deadline."

"No problem, my president!" Feng Wei's eyes flashed with coldness: "In the early hours of the morning, on behalf of the French Ministry of Magic, I lodged a diplomatic protest with the British Ministry of Magic, and filed charges with the International Federation of Magic and the European Wizards Association!"

The president's face lit up: "You have locked the target? Who is it?"

"Moriarty Slytherin!"