Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

December 1st.

After a day and two nights of heavy snow, Britain was covered in snow.

The white and dreamy Hogwarts Castle was like a fairy tale kingdom. After getting up, some little wizards opened the window without even putting on their outer robes.

Looking at the ice and snow world outside, they cheered, took their thick coats and ran outside.

Then they started to have a snowball fight in the snow.

Naughty people, such as the Weasley brothers, even made a bunch of snowballs.

They rushed into the lounge just after entering, and threw a crazy output at the students who were about to study.

"Haha, Li, take my ball!"

"Ah, George, stop right there, this is the hairstyle I finally got!"

"Haha,,"

More laughter gradually filled the campus.

These little idiots dared to be so arrogant, naturally knowing that the chief, the principal and the most serious professors were not in Hogwarts today.

That was naturally like a wild horse that had let go of its reins.

Neville, the head of the disciplinary inspection team, wanted to take people to bring these people back, but was stopped by Hermione who happened to come.

Hermione pursed her lips, looking like a second Professor McGonagall.

"Let them be happy for a while.

Alas, who knows, the wizarding world in the future, especially Britain, will have a period of depression and hard times to go through."

Neville also knew what Hermione was referring to, and his eyes subconsciously looked towards Hogsmeade.

His stern fat face became more stiff, and then he said confidently.

"We are following the footsteps of the chief and are on the right path. Under his wise leadership, we will definitely break through all the darkness and the filth of the world!"

Hermione saw that Neville was so serious, and Xiaoci said a lot, and she didn't know who taught him.

"Haha."

She couldn't help but burst out laughing, revealing her rabbit teeth, which was very cute, and then took out a piece of parchment from the blue and white bag.

"Here, this is today's list of foreign defense wizards. Remember to discuss it with them after self-study. You have a heavy burden."

Neville took it solemnly and was about to pat his chest to promise.

Hermione took out a snowball from behind and threw it at Neville's fat face, hitting him with snowflakes all over his face.

Then she ran away with a giggle, heading outside the castle.

She also had to go to Hogsmeade to serve as an assistant to the chief today.

Neville looked at his very neat school uniform in a mess, and he could no longer see Hermione when he looked up.

At this time, a crisp question came from behind.

"Neville, does Granger look good?"

Neville nodded honestly, then blushed, turned around hurriedly, and explained stutteringly.

"Han, Hannah, you, you listen to my explanation."

The person who came was the Iron Throne with two golden braids, ah, it was Hannah Abbott, the cute little Hufflepuff witch.

Hannah just teased Neville, and his angry little face immediately showed a big smile.

"Haha, you are scared, right? It's normal that Hermione is pretty. Even Krum is peeking at her."

The two met through Susan Burns' introduction. They both have some inferiority complex and their hobbies are herbs.

So they went back and forth...

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In Hogsmeade, before dawn, the main street had been cleaned as clean as new.

A section of the road in front of the Ministry of Magic's office building was cordoned off and the entrance and exit passages were marked.

There were two teams of witch police who were guest welcoming guards. The purple uniforms with white stripes made them look more gorgeous and solemn.

They lined up from the building to the entrance of the realm, and the purple tassels on their heads fluttered in the wind.

These people were all in high spirits, with straight waists and legs, and their right hands were all placed on the wand holsters on their waists.

They looked like they would draw their wands at any time, and I don't know if it was a courtesy or to prevent sudden accidents.

Although it was still early, the excited ordinary wizards got up early.

After breakfast, they put on appropriate thick clothes, and then, breathing hot air, they rushed from the residential area to the main street with their children and wives, and gathered in front of the office building.

Most of these people came here to join in the fun and represent their families. There were a lot of people, and soon there were tens of thousands.

They felt the more orderly and solemn atmosphere of Hogsmeade today.

While looking at the purple-clad wizard police standing guard every three steps outside the building and the more energetic welcoming guard of honor.

While chatting with envy.

"Oh! God, it's only been one day since the street was closed, and all the damaged places have been repaired as before."

"The efficiency of the British Ministry of Magic is too high, unlike ours, where officials are most active in eating, drinking and corruption."

"I don't know how many immigration seats the UK will open after this wizard conference. Anyway, I don't want to go back to my sloppy and backward country."

"Ha, me too, employment in the UKThere are many opportunities, and you don't have to worry about not being able to support your family. "

Just as everyone was discussing, a sentence suddenly rang out, like cold water poured on everyone's head.

"But why did I hear that many countries' magic ministries have restricted their wizards from coming to the UK."

"What! There is such a thing? "

Just as everyone continued to ask about the news, Barty Crouch, dressed in a suit, walked out of the office building in high spirits.

Behind him were staff members who were dressed in the same clothes, with good looks and spirit.

Walking side by side with Barty was Babajide Akinbade, the vice president of the International Wizarding Association.

He was a black wizard who graduated from the Moon Mountain in Ouagadou, Africa. He was a top-notch wizard and a staunch supporter of Dumbledore in the International Wizarding Association.

In the original book, he was also Dumbledore's successor after he resigned as president.

Not long after they stood still, several wealthy high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic of other countries walked over from the security entrance under the guidance of the reception staff.

Battie's rigid and serious face also showed a little smile, and he and Abaginde took the initiative to greet them.

"Hello, Minister Chelsea, Britain welcomes the arrival of the Portuguese delegation. ”

The representatives of other countries who came at this time showed that they had always had a very good diplomatic relationship with the British Ministry of Magic.

Chels, the leading Portuguese minister, was all smiles.

“Old friends, don’t be so polite, Barty, I also want to thank you for your special care for my subordinates during this period.”

“It should be, it should be.”

Abaginde was neither enthusiastic nor cold.

He was actually a very versatile person, but he didn’t understand what Dumbledore was playing until now, so he was more cautious in his words and deeds.

Chels was still very enthusiastic.

“Haha, I heard from several subordinates that Britain had been reborn, but I didn’t believe it.

Oh, look at my inappropriate metaphor.

Britain should make the glory of the sun never set even more glorious!

Barty, you must let me learn from you later.”

“No problem, Minister Chelsea, we’ll see you later, Minister Fudge will be here soon, you know, he is much busier than me.

Kerr, take Minister Chels to the VIP room next to the viewing platform and treat him well. "

Battie led Chels and his party into the hall and left politely, returning to the door to greet other representatives of the Ministry of Magic.

As for why these delegations went to the viewing platform, it was because before the first conference began.

There will be a grand performance in the UK!