Hogwarts Homecoming

Half an hour later, Amelia, Sirius and Alastor returned to the banquet hall.

But the waiter who led the way for the three did not show up.

Under the dazzling chandelier, the colorful and dazzling delicacies displayed on the carefully arranged tables were rarely touched.

The politicians of the Ministry of Magic of various countries wore decent smiles on their faces. Even if they were immersed in this great moment of witnessing history, they did not take the opportunity to expand their own popularity and seek benefits for their own magic circles.

According to unofficial statistics, the average agreement reached by the Minister of Magic of each country at a banquet is equivalent to the diplomatic achievements of the Department of International Magical Cooperation in that country in one year.

After re-entering the banquet hall, Sirius and Alastor took two glasses of champagne from the nearby waiter's tray and returned to the inconspicuous window sash before.

"Can you see anything, Alastor--"

After clinking glasses with Alastor, Sirius whispered under the cover of sipping wine, his cold grey eyes nonchalantly looking at the quiet garden outside the hotel building, which was shrouded in dim lights.

In the elegant garden decorated with precious flowers and trees, security personnel can be seen patrolling along the path from time to time.

But other than that, there are no suspicious figures.

The magic eye turned wildly in Alastor's eye sockets, and the shadows of the green plants in the garden, the rooms next to the hotel lobby, and even the upper and lower floors were all under his monitoring range.

"Everything is normal, Sirius--"

Alastor said in a hoarse voice.

Not only did this not make Sirius feel at ease, but his face without any change of color made him feel more uneasy.

Compared with Alastor and Minister Bones, he believed in Amosta's judgment more.

If Amosta thought that something would happen tonight, he would be right!

But

Then again, what will those desperate criminals do?

Sirius pointed his eyes at the bar.

Will they capture all the heads of the Ministry of Magic who signed the "Mutual Security Treaty" and make the European magic world completely lose order and fall into chaos.

Or will they kidnap all these people and use them as bargaining chips to negotiate with Dumbledore and Amosta?

"Chairman Kohaug, Minister Adenauer, Minister Nash——"

There are always more topics to talk about between the big countries.

Although the heads of the magic ministries of several big countries did not plan deliberately, they naturally came together after half of the banquet.

They were talking about what agreement the magic powers with deep magic background should reach under the mutual defense treaty, and they saw Minister Bones walking over.

"Ah, Amelia--"

Samuel smiled kindly, but a strange color flashed in his eyes. Ms. Bones in front of him looked a little stiff.

"I noticed that you just left for a while. Is there anything important?"

"Did the Death Eaters cause trouble in the country again?"

Minister Adenauer of the German Ministry of Magic grinned, showing an exaggerated smile, but his tone was sarcastic.

"I don't think so? Albus and Amosta stayed in Hogwarts to guard against it, and they didn't even have time to attend the last preparatory meeting of the security treaty they promoted!"

"In fact, what I want to talk to you about is the reason why Amosta and Albus didn't attend--"

Minister Bones' body was tense, and his tone seemed a little wrong.

The three ministers who were surrounded by the comfortable atmosphere just now squinted their eyes at the same time. They all noticed that Minister Bones looked a little wrong.

Moreover, the reason why Amosta and Albus didn't show up.

"But I'm afraid I need to talk to you for a moment--"

Sirius and Alastor, who were leaning against the window, whispered something to Minister Bones and the three Ministers of Magic.

After a while, the four people walked out of the banquet hall one after another, but this time, the two did not follow them.

Twenty minutes later, the four people returned to the banquet hall.

In such an important occasion, four heavyweights left at once, and few politicians who were used to keeping an eye on everything and listening to everything had already noticed it.

People approached the four people who returned and joined the banquet as if nothing had happened, and tried to probe them in words.

Many people also cast inquiring eyes at Vice Chairman Dregern in the hall, who seemed to have no idea of ​​everything.

Then, another group of people were taken away by the four people and then returned.

In less than an hour and a half, almost all the politicians who attended the dinner before the preparatory meeting went out for a stroll.

Everything that happened in this hall was also being monitored by surveillance cameras openly floating around the hotel building.

Many people noticed the existence of these surveillance cameras, and they were told by the hotel that this was a new security measure for the hotel.

This is indeed the case.

But the problem is that not every surveillance camera belongs to the goblin who runs the hotel.

"Everything is under our control, Mr. Vogel--"

At the top of the tower where the strong wind was raging, a man was hurriedly summoned and leaned in front of Vogel, who was wearing a lavender suit that seemed to be worn only for a grand dinner and a silver-white bow tie.

"The anti-apparition spell has taken effect, and the barrier can be deployed at any time. The floo network has been controlled by us, and no one can use the fireplace to escape--"

In this case, what tricks are these politicians playing?

Adam stared thoughtfully at the flickering ‘slate’ in his hand. On the screen, groups of politicians went into a room on the top floor through the elevator to talk, and then returned to the hall after a while.

This scene seemed suspicious no matter how you thought about it.

After a while, Adam’s eyes peeled away from the light and shadow picture and turned to look at the ‘slate’ itself.

The products produced by the new workshop established by the British International Trade Department in the Diagon Alley Industrial Zone last month were controlled by the British Ministry of Magic, but the goblins and some pure-blood families also had a share of it.

Long before this, the surveillance mirror invented by Amosta Braine had long been famous in the world of magic.

Many magic ministries, companies, and workshops had the need to purchase it, but unfortunately, Amosta Braine had not been open.

Now, Braine finally lifted the ban, and for a time, orders floated like snowflakes to the two new workshops built at the same time in Diagon Alley and the American magic world, and the products were in short supply!

The hot sales of the products made the workshop urgently need more employees, and the workshop almost accepted all applicants.

Hum--

Adam Vogel tilted his mouth to a cold smile at the spire of the tower swept by the strong wind.

This is undoubtedly another powerful move by Amosta Braine to stabilize people's hearts and social order.

But the Dark Lord could not see through this, and he was even willing to let Amosta Braine spend more energy on making money.

He also knew that some of his colleagues had been secretly communicating with the International Trade Department, or to be more precise, Amosta Braine.

However, he never thought of reporting the news to the Dark Lord.

First, the Dark Lord was not interested in these things, and second, if he did not let his colleagues make money, the Dark Lord's high-pressure rule would probably collapse faster.

But these things are not important!

Huh!

Between breaths, a hot breath flowed from Adam Vogel's nostrils.

A somewhat morbid and fanatical smile appeared on his old face. He turned around and looked at the lady standing on another steel frame with green hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"What do you think these big shots are planning, Ms. Cliona?"

At her insistence, the tower and the square where it stands were surrounded by isolation belts. Tourists from sightseeing could only suppress their dissatisfaction and look at the tower from afar.

However, many lives will still be lost tonight.

And the loss of life is always a sad thing for her.

"I don't care, Vogel--"

Vetia restrained the compassion in her green eyes and looked at Adam indifferently,

"My mission is only Sirius Black."

"Then--"

Adam bowed to Vetia gentlemanly, turned his head, looked at the Fairy Hotel on the other side of the Seine, opened his arms in the wind, laughed and roared,

"Come on, let this night burn!"

Boom, boom, boom! (End of this chapter)