Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In the center, on a square step, there are several seats for the host of the Witch Association.

Dumbledore, Abaginde and other Witch Association managers are sitting here.

They changed into white high-V robes with green trim, wearing pointed hats, and a Merlin medal with a green ribbon on their chests.

To be honest, green is a color full of honor in the magic world.

And obtaining a Merlin medal of level 2 or above and being proficient in using the Patronus Charm are the basic standards for obtaining a high-level director of the International Witch Association.

Ten minutes ago.

The staff politely led the representatives of various countries to their seats.

The expressions of the delegations that have already taken their seats are different.

Some are anxious, such as the people from Russia and the United States, who are surrounding their respective female ministers and setting up "closed ears and blocked ears".

Tian Shen is arguing nervously, as if he has not been able to negotiate a good countermeasure.

The French minister was more anxious than them. He had been hovering beside other ministers, trying to persuade them to put pressure on the Witch Association and protest to Britain.

But it seemed that the effect was not great.

There were also some who were calm, such as some countries in Eastern Europe and Northern Europe, who seemed to be here for tourism.

And more of the Ministry of Magic just looked around, with an indifferent look of following the crowd.

On the podium, the old bee was still the same, eating candy and eating all kinds of candy from his arms.

His eyes were smiling at the Polish delegation, where an old man was twisting a Rubik's Cube with a sad face.

The Rubik's Cube was obviously a product of advanced alchemy, and ordinary violent means could not destroy it.

Abaginde was sorting out the parliamentary materials for a while, and he saw the president's leisurely mood with his peripheral vision and shook his head helplessly.

But he didn't say much.

Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, played more of a deterrent role in the Wizard Association.

Only when things are very difficult will he personally take action, such as the last massacre of the Red Snakes in the Temple of Albania.

Abaginde looked at the representatives of various countries who had basically taken their seats, and the time was almost up.

He straightened his robes, stood up and knocked on a bell ornament on the table.

"Dongdong, Dongdong."

As the crisp and pleasant bell sounded, the chattering in the hall also quieted down.

Everyone knew that the conference was officially opened.

Those who were still wandering around and talking in groups returned to their seats and sat upright.

Dumbledore saw that Shaw had not arrived yet, and the corners of his mouth moved, then he smiled evilly, and gave up talking and let Abaginde take his time.

Abaginde coughed and spoke in a loud voice.

"The first topic of this conference is the conflict between Russia and the United States. Please invite the Russian representative to come to the stage to make a speech.

Please listen carefully and vote fairly later."

As the vice president of the Witch Association finished speaking, most people focused their attention on the positions of the Russian and American delegations.

Russian Minister Alosa Yenosev, she is tall and charming in a black gauze robe.

When she slowly stood up from the solid wood chair, she immediately became the focus of the whole audience.

Alosa glanced at Candice Picquery from a distance, and then walked towards the square steps with a swaying figure.

In fact, many people felt a little funny.

What is the conflict between Russia and the United States now?

Before, the Soviet Ministry of Magic was powerful for a while, but it was provoked to split by the US Congress.

This is nothing more than the right to speak for the world's strongest magic country.

Now, the two powers have not yet won or lost, but Britain's strength is far beyond them.

What is there to fight for?

Alosa came to a podium on the steps and stood still, ready to say something insignificant and not painful, just to make the United States bleed a little.

After all, the current international situation is indeed different.

Alosa keenly realized that the world would soon change, and Russia really didn't have the energy to keep fighting with the United States.

But before she could speak.

"Squeak~~Gah!"

The arched door was opened again.

The real British controller who had not been present, Shoreblake, also walked in slowly.

And the focus of attention just now also shifted from Alosa.

Then, people found something wrong.

Following behind Shor, in addition to the two young men, there were also two stretchers covered with white cloth.

Looking at the undulating outline of the white cloth, and the way it was covered, it was obviously a dead person.

Shor's face was lukewarm in response to all the scrutiny.

Carrying two stretchers, they walked steadily towards the British delegation, with Percy and Hermione following closely with their backs straight.

"What kind of trick is Black playing?"

"Who is being sacrificed before the meeting? Is it so cruel?"

"It's better to say less and see how those big shots react."

"····"

The old man who was playing with the Rubik's Cube stopped his action, his eyes flashed with strange colors, and then he continued to compete with the 7th-order Rubik's Cube in his hand.

He just didn't believe it. How could such a smart person like him be stumped by a small thing!

Dumbledore had almost the same reaction. He paid attention and continued to eat candy.

Well, it's all Shaw's trouble. What does it have to do with him, a 100-year-old man?

As the host, Abakinder naturally needs to ask.

Seeing Shaw sitting next to Fudge and Barty, he asked.

"Mr. Black, what did you bring?"

Shor organized his speech and apologized to Abakinder and Alosa.

"Hmm? This is some evidence for the second and third topics.

Sorry, I interrupted the meeting. You can continue to host the first topic. "

Not only Abaginde was stunned, but others were also stunned by Shaw's confusing words.

Alosha Yenosev looked at Shaw with her beautiful eyes, and then began to tell the arguments that she had urgently discussed with her subordinates before.

"First of all, the fact that the United States has carried out various conspiracies against our former Ministry of Magic is unquestionable.

We have been arguing with American wizards for a long time, and now we don't want to explain too much.

The Russian Ministry of Magic has been reborn from the ashes, but it needs a lot of resources to rebuild.

So my statement is only one point, that is, the culprit, the US Congress, must pay compensation."

Alosha's explanation was quite concise and powerful.

Without waiting for Abaginde to consult the US Congress according to the rules.

A representative of the United States stood up and refuted loudly.

"This is impossible! "

This representative is not Candice Picquery, but Jarvis, who attended the secret meeting of the Twin Snakes with Gawell.

Candice looked up at Jarvis, who was more excited than herself, and felt puzzled.

The other party not only spoke recklessly, but also violated the main tone she had set before.

She said in a deep voice.

"Jarvis, sit down."

Jarvis' eyes flashed with strange colors, and he turned around and said to Candice excitedly.

"Speaker, I know I am abrupt, but we Americans are free eagles and will never surrender!"