You call this a black hand?

Victor, the vice president of the Mixed Race Association, had dressed himself solemnly early, as if he was about to receive distinguished guests.

In other words, because of the "explosive" news from the Ernest family last night, he couldn't sleep all night.

I simply started preparing for today’s work early.

In fact, today he mainly does one thing -

Receiving the arrival of President Jacques Rancière.

The birthplace of the Half-Blood Wizards Rights Protection Association is actually in Graham, but in recent years due to "business needs", the headquarters has been moved to the capital of the United Kingdom.

As the general helmsman, President Jacques Rancière naturally works there on weekdays. Unless there is an emergency, he rarely appears in Graham.

Recently, many emergencies have occurred.

First of all, the association "accidentally" discovered a super genius. Not only can he use the wands that can only be used by formal wizards as an apprentice without any difficulty, but he also has a high degree of control over magic and a good fit with the wands.

Most importantly, his image is very good!

So after learning about this, President Jacques had the idea of ​​​​leaving to Graham.

Because he happened to acquire a unique magic not long ago that only apprentice wizards, and only those with strong talents, can learn it.

At the same time, the top wizard school that I had spent a lot of effort to apply for——

For an admission quota at the Imperial Academy, a suitable student also needs to be selected.

In fact, this quota does not bring any real benefits, but it is the first step for the association's influence to finally move towards the top wizard school.

There is a first step, and if it goes well, there will naturally be a second step, a third step...

This road is very important.

In the wizarding world, although there are many schools, the children of the top wizarding families and the super geniuses with unlimited potential are basically concentrated in a handful of top colleges.

What they represent is the top level of the wizarding world in the future.

So it means a lot to be one of them.

However, although the idea of ​​coming to Graham came up because he discovered a genius, President Jacques did not have to rush to come.

After all, it’s almost a month until the start of this year’s school year.

However, what happened immediately within the association made him have no intention of procrastinating any longer——

Because some wizards did not agree with the association's current philosophy, they chose to kill children to carry out a conspiracy.

Although this matter did not succeed, if it is not handled well, it will inevitably lead to further turmoil within the association.

So after the president Jacques Rancière heard about this, he immediately set off and rushed towards Graham.

However, although this matter is very serious, after all, the association has initially taken control of the situation and it is not an urgent matter.

So even though he had already moved, he was not too impatient and just bought a ticket for the ghost train, a common tool for wizards to travel.

In this way, it basically only takes him two or three days to reach Graham, and he can also take in the scenery on both sides along the way.

However, just halfway, that is, last night, he heard another big thing happening——

In the Ernest family manor, a group of mysterious wizards want to use the attack on pure blood as an opportunity to further divide the relationship between pure blood and mixed blood!

Although this matter was also prevented, the undercurrent behind the matter had to make him take it seriously.

So the ghost train, which was originally very fast, became slow in the eyes of President Jacques.

Finally, he decided to fly a broomstick and rush to Graham overnight.

The flying brooms currently on sale are mass-produced models imported by Blackstone Marine Trading Company and have speed restrictions.

However, President Jacques is better at enchanting and alchemy. The broom he uses is an enhanced version that he has improved and is extremely fast.

Therefore, when Vice President Victor dressed neatly and arrived at the train station in Graham, President Jacques had been waiting here for a long time.

President Jacques is a thin old man. His gray hair is even sparser than that of Vice President Victor. He does not have a beard on his face, but this does not make him look any younger.

On the contrary, the age spots on his face are particularly obvious.

"You were already here?"

Seeing this skinny old man wearing a black coat sitting on a bench in the square, the bald Victor hurriedly walked forward.

"Why didn't you notify us?"

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

The old man responded with a smile, as if he had learned some information, and the previous impatience on his face was gone.

As he spoke, he fanned the wind with the top hat he held in his hand. The sparse hair on both sides of his bald head swayed slightly, which was very conspicuous in the morning light.

"Then you should notify me in advance so that I can come over early." Victor complained.

However, the old man ignored him and looked at the dense flow of people around him with emotion.

"I haven't been to Graham for many years. This place is developing very fast."

…

Graham City is the most important city in the southeast of the United Kingdom and is one of the major transshipment centers on which the kingdom depends for its livelihood.

The daily cargo throughput here is astonishing, and people come here from all regions of the kingdom and from neighboring countries.

There are even races from the Far East on the other side of the ocean, which is really eye-opening.

"With that lady here, the development speed will not slow down at all."

Seeing the calm look on the president's face, Vice President Victor was no longer impatient.

He sat down on the bench with a very envious expression, "Blackstone... is rich."

The full name of Blackstone is Black Market Ocean Trading Company, and the person behind it is the lady of the Chelsea family.

This company is not so much a trading company as it is one of the driving forces behind the United Kingdom's overseas colonies. The proceeds from normal transactions are only part of the company's interests.

It can even be said that substantive benefits are no longer what the company pursues. Invisible control and influence are the main direction of Blackstone's development.

Years of expansion have allowed this influence to spread throughout the world and also penetrate deeply into wizard society.

Based on this, Isabella Chelsea can become one of the big names in the wizarding world at a "young age" that no one can underestimate.

As for veteran wizards like Jacques, the president of the Mixed-blood Association, although he has deep connections and friends all over the world, his own strength is even more powerful.

But as soon as he arrived in Graham, he had to take the initiative to visit "Miss Isabella" who could be his granddaughter.

"Shall the president return to the base first, or go to Chelsea Manor first?"

Vice President Victor asked this question immediately.

"No need to worry."

The little old man said casually: "The time my wife and I agreed on is at noon."

"Then you are going back to the association's headquarters now?"

Vice President Victor added: "It just so happens that there are a lot of backlogged things that you still need to deal with."

"It might be seven o'clock now."

President Jacques heard this and said angrily: "I'm one hundred and twenty-seven years old, so you really want me to die from exhaustion at work?"

"But, since you have already arrived at Graham, isn't it a waste of time to sit here..."

The bald Victor responded aggrievedly, not understanding what the little old man in front of him was thinking.

I obviously rushed to Graham overnight in a hurry, but when I got there, I looked like I was leisurely...

Could it be that the old man got some good news, so the things he was originally anxious to deal with were no longer urgent?

"This is not a waste of time."

President Jacques said with a smile: "About three hundred meters to your left, there is a young man wearing women's clothes. Did you see it? He is very interesting."

A young man wearing women's clothes?

Vice President Victor heard this and looked in the direction.

As a result, I saw a young lady with brown hair and blue eyes sitting on a bench not far away, looking down at the newspaper in her hand, looking like a normal passerby waiting for time.

Isn't this just a woman?

How can you say anything about a young man wearing women's clothes?

Moreover, what is the difference between her appearance and other passengers waiting for the train to arrive?

"At the banquet last night, there must have been a few people who escaped."

Just when Vice President Victor was puzzled, he heard the old man beside him say:

"Just in time, I'm still thinking about what kind of meeting gift I should give to the lady when I meet her at noon."

You mean...

The bald Victor was stunned for a moment, but before he could think about it, a hand covered with age spots stretched out from his side and waved to the brown-haired woman not far away.

The graceful lady who was sitting quietly on the bench suddenly raised her head, but before she could make any other movements, her body suddenly began to twist!

Then in the blink of an eye, it turned into a fat orange cat with brown hair.

Its body had changed, but it seemed to still maintain its original thinking. As soon as it realized that its image had changed drastically, it unconsciously let out a shrill scream, then turned around and ran away in a hurry.

However, the strange thing is that it was obviously running in the opposite direction, but in the end it turned in a big circle and came to the feet of the emaciated old man.

In its mouth, it even picked up the newspaper it was reading before.

"The Felix family is very fast."

Taking the newspaper from the orange cat's mouth, and gently patting the cat's furry forehead, President Jacques handed the newspaper to Victor, who was standing next to him with wide eyes.

"Look at their publicity department, how professional they are."

He reached out to take the newspaper, but Victor did not read it. Instead, he exclaimed: "Your transformation skills are really eye-opening."

"It's just a little trick."

Jacques Exhibition waved his hand and said: "There is nothing worthy of praise. Relatively speaking, this newspaper is more important."

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

The first thing Victor does when he wakes up every morning is read the newspaper, or read the news in the newspaper.

So in fact, he had already read the newspaper in his hand called "Wizard's Daily Morning News".

The front page headline published above is what happened last night, but it focuses on promoting the wisdom and foresight of Kevin of the Felix family.

Others, including the important supporting character "Eiger", are only briefly mentioned above without even a name.

This made him quite unhappy.

Because in his opinion, although Kevin led the incident last night, what Iger did in their association was equally important.

It’s okay if there is basically no publicity in the newspaper, but they don’t even give a name, which is really too much!

"The Archipelago Weekly, Imperial Daily Mail, Pravda, and even Northern Royal Daily Times mentioned this matter."

Victor then said: "But from the perspective of outsiders, this matter has nothing to do with our mixed-race association."

"You are just one-minded." President Jacques glanced at him.

"Right now, the Felix family is pushing Kevin to the forefront to publicize that he destroyed a conspiracy by an unknown enemy to drive a wedge between pure blood and mixed blood. Then, the Felix family will inevitably investigate this matter in depth."

"This matter also involves the assassination case not long ago, and the Chelsea man will not let it go either."

"so?"

"The two major wizarding families have stepped forward to maintain the relationship between pure blood and mixed blood. There will definitely be a lot of fanfare next. Isn't this a good thing?"

"You mean, the matter within our association..."

"The problem will not be solved, but at least it will have a soothing and deterrent effect. There should be no accidents in a short time."

Saying this, President Jacques stood up instead.

"But since the gifts have been prepared, there is no need for us to continue sitting here now."

So why didn't you take action to capture him before, instead of waiting until now?

Victor was puzzled, but the president would do some unimaginable things every now and then, so he didn't bother to ask in detail.

After calling a taxi and getting in, he turned around and said, "What... do you think of Egg?"

"What aspect are you referring to?" The old man raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"What happened last night has spread throughout the wizarding world."

Vice President Victor said with a worried tone: "Although Iger is not mentioned much in these newspapers, it is impossible for some local pure-blood families to ignore him. After all, his talent..."

"Are you afraid that he will be absorbed by those pure-blood families?"

"I have some differences with Old Delaine on this matter."

Victor did not answer directly, but instead said: "He believes that whether Egg stays in the association or not, he is still a member of our mixed race. For the sake of his future, we should not affect his next choice.

.”

"Your opinion is contrary to his?" President Jacques asked.

"That's right."

Victor looked helpless and said: "But I really can't think of what to do to keep Egger."

Although the Mixed-blood Association is very influential in the overall mixed-blood class, mixed-bloods themselves are a group of people who cannot stand on the stage in the eyes of pure-blood wizards.

Therefore, with the talent of "Aige", whether it is "becoming a member" of a large family, or marrying a small or medium-sized family, marrying a "noble lady" as a son-in-law.

It's better than staying in an unpopular organization like the Mixed-blood Association.

Then Ige had just joined the association for just two days, and he had no feelings or nostalgia for this place at all.

Under such circumstances, how stupid do you have to be to choose to stay and share the joys and sorrows with these "bitter haha" people?

"Just like Feng said, no matter where he goes, he is still one of our mixed blood."

President Jacques didn't seem to have such worries, and was actually happy when he heard this.

"So no matter what choice he makes next, I will not stop him."

"Are you really willing to let such a genius go?"

"Forty years ago, I accepted an apprentice, whose name I won't mention. That was a sad thing."

President Jacques said: "His talent should not be inferior to that of Iger, especially when he saved a young lady from the Refaeli family during an outing, so it wasn't long before he was recruited by the Refali family."

"You let him go?"

"No, in the name of the teacher, I refuse to let him marry that Miss Refaeli."

President Jacques said: "This matter is actually very complicated, but generally speaking, my thoughts at the time were basically the same as yours now."

"Then what?"

"Then he betrayed me. He thought I had deprived him of his right to pursue love and a future. He was so resentful that he wanted to poison my food..."

At this point, seeing Victor's complicated expression, the old man patted his shoulder cheerfully.

"So, there are some things that cannot be forced. We just need to show enough attention. For other things, let him make his own choices."

Even though he said that, seeing a genius flying away right under his nose, Victor, as the vice-president, still felt very depressed.

However, seeing the unconcerned look on the president's face who was sitting across from him, he stopped talking and still didn't say anything.

The carriage fell into silence, and the carriage continued to move along the street, and finally slowly stopped in front of the association apartment building, which was only separated from the train tracks by a wall.

Victor got off the carriage first, but before he could welcome the old president down, he saw a familiar figure approaching quickly.

"Colin Levin? What are you doing here?"

Victor frowned at this.

Colin Levine is a middle-aged wizard with a fat belly. The two used to be colleagues and had a good relationship.

It was only later that the pot-bellied wizard ran out to set up his own business and founded the Laoshizi Meteorological Association, and the relationship between the two parties dropped to a freezing point.

In Victor's view, the organization founded by this person is actually a competitor of the Mixed-blood Association, and Iger was almost robbed by them not long ago.

So now that he saw the president of the association appearing in front of him, he naturally didn't feel good about it.

"I have made an appointment with President Jacques. We have something to discuss."

The middle-aged wizard said so.

"Then you won't have to wait at the door, right?"

Victor responded with a sullen face, "If others see it, they will think our association is rude."

"Of course."

When the middle-aged fat president said this, a smile appeared on his face, "I actually want to ask President Jacques to introduce Mr. Egg Wilson of your association to me."

"If you want to see Egg, can you just go in and find it yourself? As for bothering our president?"

"Of course not, that would be too rude."

The fat wizard shook his head and said, "Mr. Wilson did a great favor to our association last night."

Busy?

Victor was stunned when he heard this.

Apart from what happened at the banquet, did anything else happen last night?

"What big favor is worthy of such a grand ceremony?" President Jacques, who slowly walked out of the carriage, was also surprised by this.

The two parties did not mention this matter when they contacted each other before. They just said that they wanted to discuss the issue about the unlucky boy Arthur.

So he was also surprised by this.

So next, the old president heard something that surprised him.

"Mr. Wilson, for the sake of friendship, last night sponsored our association's Arthur 300,000 grams of ghost dust."

The fat, middle-aged president said with admiration: "Three hundred thousand grams, how generous! Who is more worthy of our association's solemn treatment of such a good man than him?"

Three hundred thousand?

Victor's face was startled when he heard this, and then he looked annoyed, as if he had suffered a great loss.

President Jacques also raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He glanced at a room on the second floor of the apartment, and his previous thoughts changed instantly.

"You're right."

He then nodded, "That is indeed a good person who needs to be treated with caution."

…

When he said this, the old president had no idea that the good Mellon happened to be dreaming of him at this moment.

In other words, him in the future.

Before that, he had dreamed of many people, including Mrs. Chelsea, and himself.