Things are really big.

Felix walked out of the hotel, and the flash of the magic camera flashed dazzlingly, and purple smoke spurted out from the camera. The reporters in the French magic world were as excited as if they had taken manic potions, and abnormal flushing was revealed from their noses to their necks.

There were two black-robed wizards in the courtyard, and a circle was empty. People seemed to have a contradictory mentality, wanting to get closer and take a look, but they also had some hidden worries, so they chose a position that was not awkward.

Their masks have been taken off, revealing two young faces.

"Byers, you don't have to follow you." Yuria whispered.

"Anyway, I've been seen, what are you afraid of? I just hope to take a look at Bethnie before being locked up." Byers said indifferently.

"Maybe you will regret it."

"At least not yet. Why haven't they arrested us yet? The reporters have been taking pictures for a while. To be honest, the flash lights are dazzling."

Yuria said rationally: "The longer you drag, the better. If you see it, Silester is stupid."

Silester was indeed stupid. She was warning Moore, who was constantly wiping his sweat in an orderly tone. "Sir, you can't let reporters come in. It's about diplomacy between the two countries."

Moore spit out a string of ambiguous French: "I don't care about them, journalists have this right."

"At least, we have to take these two students away?"

"I can't make a decision, it's about diplomacy between the two countries." Moore retorted with the same words, "I have notified the minister that I will do nothing before he comes. Maybe you can do it yourself."

Of course, Silester would not be so stupid as to do it himself. Didn’t you see the reporters outside that are so excited that they are about to explode?

She wants to add another fire?

Then what will her reputation become tomorrow!

Cialest felt like she was playing with it again, and she walked to Cecil and squeezed out a sentence from her teeth: "Where are our people?"

"The attack was taken away by the people of the Innovation Society. When they came back, the attack was over. They are now going out to try their luck to see if they can find someone. There is no news yet," Cecil said.

"Let these idiots come back! What's the use of going to catch people now? They all came to their door." Silester said furiously, feeling that she had legs in the chair in the Woolworths building office and her hat was winged. In short, everything seemed to be leaving her.

"Sorry, I can't get in touch." Cecil shrugged.

"Look out there! Someone is coming again!" said a short reporter.

"The minister is here?" asked the reporter next to him.

"...It's more black-robed soldiers!" The short reporter couldn't wait to give Yuria and the others a new name, as the front page headline for tomorrow.

No, it's the headline tonight!

More than a dozen reporters rushed out with black cameras. Amid their excited expressions, dozens of black-robed wizards appeared at the Boothres Hotel. They wore masks on their faces, silent all the way, and their footsteps were neat. This style attracted the attention of the reporters.

Maxwell asked for instructions: "Director, what should we do?"

Moore looked up at the sky and focused on studying the shape of a cloud, as if there was a great discovery hidden on it. So, under the gaze of a group of French Ministry of Magic staff, the students of Ifamoni walked into the courtyard without any obstacles.

Yuria and Byles looked at their arrogant companions with dull expressions until they walked in front of them and had not come back to their senses.

"Why are you here? Didn't you let you leave? Just write a letter..."

"Hey, Yuria, we have completed the task, but before we left, we made up a few minutes and felt it was not easy to miss the excitement." said a passionate voice.

"Matt..." Yuria whispered.

"It's me." The wizard who spoke lifted his mask and showed a bright smile.

"And I, Yuria." A witch with a ponytail lifted her mask and blinked at him.

"Haha, you can't just let go in shame." A cheerful witch smiled and lifted her mask.

"Yes, Zachley is right, I'm not willing to leave like this."

"A coincidence, I think so too."

...

One by one, the black-robed wizards lifted their masks. They were both men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, but they were all filled with the breath of youth.

Seeing this scene, Silester was completely stunned, his lips opened and closed silently, and his expression was dull.

Not only her, Moore, Cecil, Maxwell, Bubaji, reporters, Muggle research experts, one of them present was shocked by the picture.

After a brief pause, the hotel yard was boiling, and the shutter sound of the magic camera was connected, and the noise was as loud as a bee.

Above Paris, owls crossed the sky.

Faced with this situation, a small director of the Legal Enforcement Department could not bear it at all.

The French Minister of Magic arrived first, but he also felt it was difficult. He hesitated between grabbing and not grabbing, and at this moment, figures appeared through phantoms.

"American!"

The French Minister of Magic said in surprise.

A woman strode over, "Hello, Minister, I am entrusted by Chairman Marcas to come and communicate with you first. He will arrive later, you know, in order to appease the Congress..."

"Have you received the news?"

The woman said helplessly: "This is also one of the things to communicate. Oh my God, they are really powerful."

"We are one of the earliest groups of people who use the reserved door keys and phantom movements. There may be some wizards who are closely following this matter..."

Her words were a bit conservative, and she was definitely not just "some" enthusiastic people.

Three or four hours later, the people who received the news filled the small half of the valley.

The French Minister of Magic urgently transferred one-third of the staff to take over the safety work in the surrounding areas of the hotel.

The vacation is cancelled, fishing is prohibited, and overtime is used to work. Various hidden and protective spells are sprinkled like rain. The Boothres Hotel has temporarily disappeared from the eyes of ordinary people.

Felix stood in the corner and observed silently, not knowing what ending would lead to. But the girl named Bethni and the young men in the lead would probably be recorded in history.

Even if he is just an outsider, he is looking forward to a more 'pioneering' solution.

Big people are constantly coming.

President of the American Magic France Association, principal of the Ifamoni School, member of the International Wizards Federation, and a familiar figure, Albus Dumbledore, president of the International Wizards Federation.

"Dumbledore, you are here too." Marcas, chairman of the American Magic France Association, strode forward.

"Marcas, I have to come. The commotion has reached my uninspiring ears. You can imagine how much the impact of the matter will be."

"No one expected...the MPs were angry that they wanted to punish these students severely."

"How to do it? Put them in jail?" Dumbledore's expression was very serious, his silver beard trembling: "I am sorry, Marcas, any move you have now will affect the future in a few years, more than ten years later, and finally directly reacts to you, and no one can escape."

"Yes, I just learned that they did break the law, but the nature is not bad. The most important thing is that the impact is huge. Once it is not handled properly, these people outside may flock to the Woolworth Building at the latest next Monday and overturn the entire Magic France Club!"

"Look, Dumbledore, there are nearly a thousand people outside."

Felix did not listen carefully. He walked out of the hotel and looked at the crowd that was still gathering. More than half were American visitors.

With these enthusiastic people here, if you don’t talk about a result in the hotel, the big guys may not be able to get out.

A French staff member who maintained order said dissatisfiedly: "In fact, they can all be regarded as smuggling... but at this critical moment, no one cares about it."

"But I hope I can punish these Americans hard afterwards!"

...

Felix stood on a small hill and looked out at the hotel from a distance. From this perspective, the surging crowds felt a special sense of withdrawal, which made his thinking more rational.

Ministry of Magic...ordinary wizard...student...

He has a new understanding of the organizational form of the magic world.

A person next to him talked, "I didn't expect to see this kind of scene in my lifetime."

Felix had noticed someone approaching. He turned around and saw an old man tremblingly slashing over. His face was very pale, as if he had painted a layer of white paint. It was hard to say whether his hair was whiter or his face was whiter.

He hurried over to hold his arm.

"Ouch." The old man screamed in pain.

"Uh, please forgive me?" Felix looked at him inexplicably.

"It doesn't matter, the person is old and his bones are a little crisp."

Felix looked at him strangely, wondering whether to suggest him to take some calcium tablets.
Chapter completed!