Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Chapter 358

Hogsmeade.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on a Victorian-style red brick building behind the street.

At a glance, the pointed roofs seem to be covered with a layer of golden light.

Various smokes rise up, like clouds in the sky, and the golden light on the roofs contrasts with each other, making Hogsmeade look like the kingdom of God in the sky.

But this is the world. There must be darkness under the sun, and night will come after the sunset.

In a corner of this residential area, in the basement of a small building where an American wizard businessman is temporarily staying, a group of people are discussing something around a round table.

Except for the three people in the lead who are covered with a cloak with a double snake around a cross, everyone else uses their real face.

If Old Barty is here, he will find many familiar faces, all of whom are important officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries and pure-blood power.

The Deputy Minister of the Indian Ministry of Magic, Togatwiddy, who was taken away by the purple wizard police for disturbing the peace, is also on the list.

The middle-aged man with garlic stuck in his nostrils said indignantly.

"What do the British want to do? They don't give privileges to pure bloods and powerful people. I was detained for three whole days and was released on bail after paying compensation."

The cloaked man at the top held a green scepter with both hands in his hands, and a trace of dissatisfaction and disgust flashed in his exposed emerald eyes.

He turned his head and said to the person next to him.

"Are the old-fashioned members of the Pure Blood Association now all such people? Why can they participate in our secret meetings?"

The person being asked did not explain the power of the Tiwidi family in India, because compared with the person in front of him, those were nothing, and he hurriedly said humbly.

"Lord Soya, it's my fault. I will carefully select the candidates for the meeting in the future. I will drive him out now."

Toga Tiwidi was indeed a fool with no sense of vision. He stood up suddenly and pointed at the leader with his fat hands with various gold and silver rings.

"Who do you think you are? If you have the guts, let me see your true face..."

The faces of the people sitting there all changed. Before Tivis finished speaking, the cloaked man in the lead just moved his hand on the scepter slightly.

A vast black magic power slapped Tividi away like a tide.

Tivis slammed against the wall with a "clang" and slowly slid down the wall like a puddle of mud. He was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

Suoya said hoarsely.

"If it weren't for your father, Old Tividi, and the high caste, you would have been dead."

Two people wearing green scarves walked in from the door. They were surrounded by black energy. They were Momo Ran.

The two dragged Toga out with a grunt like dragging garbage.

"Okay, the meeting continues."

A thin and capable middle-aged man stood up at the round table. This man was Jarvis, the main representative of the US Congress this time.

Jarvis's official identity is the assistant of the President of Congress. Before the President of Congress officially attends the Wizard Conference, he is responsible for taking care of all pre-conference matters.

He is not a descendant of the Twelve Aurors, but he has risen rapidly in the US Congress within ten years.

He is even engaged to the daughter of a descendant of the Twelve Aurors.

And all this is naturally supported by the Twin Snakes.

"Sir, the Dark Lord wants to ask us for an Obscurus again, and urges us to help him create chaos quickly."

Sawyer tapped the head of the scepter with his fingers, as if tapping on the tip of everyone's heart, making people feel suffocated.

"Humph! The Dark Lord of the previous generation is a thing of the past after all, too useless, forget it, he can still play a little bit of residual heat.

The Obscurus can be given to him, and the rest will follow our pace."

"Yes, Lord Sawyer."

Jarvis bowed respectfully and sat back in his seat.

Next, people reported various news about the British Ministry of Magic and the preparations for the Wizards' United Conference.

"Sir, our spies who have been lurking in the British wizard army have been caught by Carol one after another."

"Sir, although the British purebloods have earned a lot of wealth in a short period of time, their material resources are being consumed rapidly. If we cut off,..."

"..."

After listening, Suoya gave instructions one by one calmly.

The only goal is to make the competition and wizard conference that the British Ministry of Magic has seized fame a joke in the world.

As for interrupting the negotiations of various countries on the ban on Helbo, which has been a disaster for thousands of years, the twin snakes will have their own considerations.

Suddenly, the first person's shouting came from outside.

"Get out, you lame dog!"

The meeting room was suddenly quiet, and Suoya's blue eyes flashed a trace of thought, as if he remembered something, and immediately instructed the outside.

"Can't let it leave!"

. . . . . .

While the discussion was going on here, not far from this small building was the base of the witch party.

This place was also disguised as aThe temporary residence of international big businessmen, plus Dumbledore's cover, the saints coming and going are not easy to be noticed.

Vita, wearing a lilac coat, was handling the official business of the Witch Party in the study on the third floor.

The door of the study was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the dusty Abernethy walked in angrily.

He asked directly without any nonsense.

"Vita, what do you mean by the tasks you have issued recently? Why are you mobilizing material and manpower to Britain on a large scale? Why don't I remember that the organization's headquarters will be moved from Austria to Britain?"

Vita signed the documents in his hand slowly, and then calmly said to Abernethy.

"Your vision is still too shallow. Britain will soon become the center of power in the world again. Naturally, we can't stay in a corner."

Abernethy directly exposed it.

"You're lying. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. After you became Shorblack's surrogate mother, you've been tilting resources towards him. You really treat him as your own son!

But you have to remember that Wu Cui is Master Grindelwald's Wu Cui!"

A hint of complexity flashed across Vita's narrow eyes. She slowly and gracefully stood up, came to the window, and looked at the purple clouds in the sky.

She exhaled deeply, as if to exhale all her emotions.

The discomfort of the stuffy lungs overwhelmed the pain in her heart. A drop of burning tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and was blown cold by the cold wind in the air.

After she took a breath of fresh air again, her eyes became as cold as water.

Vita said indifferently without any emotion.

"You are wrong, Abernethy. The witch essence does not belong to anyone, but to all wizards.

Its duty is for greater interests, to make wizards great again."

Abernethy could not believe that such words would come from the mouth of Vita, who was known as the first saint.

"You, you, you are no longer loyal to the master?"

Vita's tone was inexplicable.

"Maybe, after all, we and Grindelwald are old, and the times belong to the young people, to my incomparably excellent godson."

Abernethy was furious. How dare Vita start to call the master's name directly.

How could all this be so strange!

Before he could get angry, Vita continued.

"I did not hide everything I did from Grindelwald. Didn't you realize that he had the intention to train my godson before?