All things are three at Hogwarts

"The issue raised by Mr. Wigswader, as the representative of the British branch of the International Federation of Wizards, is not suitable for me to unilaterally explain to everyone here..." Alan looked around at these wizards who were almost holding their breath and replied. , "These issues that have been brought to everyone's attention by the book Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, just like Mr. Wigswader said, the International Federation of Wizards will hold a meeting at the International Magical Cooperation Department to discuss them later. Regarding this matter, all media are requested to refer to the final explanation announced after the meeting. So, let’s stop here for today.” Allen pressed his hands down, gave the meeting manager Percy a look, and started to turn around and walk towards the elevator. go.

Percy immediately bowed slightly and ran forward quickly to announce the end. Together with the Aurors who were maintaining order on the side, Alan blocked the reporters who were in high spirits as if they were on fire, especially those who were behind the scenes with the pure-blood family. The reporters who linked up had already thought of the news headlines, and they determined that this was Harris trying to avoid the mistakes they had made and trying to shirk responsibility.

With a tinkling and clicking sound, an elevator landed in front of Allen. The golden fence door slid open gently, and Allen stepped in. In this uninhabited space, he tidied himself up. robe, and threw the newly harvested Merlin Medal into the space,

The elevator slowly rose until a cold woman's voice spoke: "The fifth floor is the Department of International Magical Cooperation, including the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, and the British Seat of the International Federation of Magicians."

The door opened, and several notes flew in, flying around the light above the elevator, causing the light to flicker. Allen walked out of the elevator and walked directly to the spacious conference room at the end of the corridor. The door was pushed open instantly when Allen approached, and Allen walked in with his head held high.

The meeting had not yet started. In this gorgeous conference room, wizards wearing various costumes gathered together in twos and threes to talk. Allen looked around and saw that his father, Owen, was standing and talking with an unusually tall woman.

Allen's keen Legilimency made him discover that many hostile eyes were focused on him when he first entered the door. This is not surprising. Harris made the already powerful British magical community rise even more powerfully. And its reforms in education have offended many pure-blood families, and the Ministry of Magic in most countries is controlled by these traditional pure-blood families.

Only some small countries that are too weak to survive among the various magical powers will eagerly salute Alan after seeing him come in, just like they do to other big countries.

Approaching his father, the lady who was about the same height as Hagrid also turned around and smiled at Allen. She had an olive face, a pair of dark and watery eyes, her hair was combed back, and she was wrapped from head to toe. Wearing a black satin dress and many luxurious opals.

She is Mrs. Olim Maxime, the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she is currently wearing a badge representing the French Ministry of Magic on her chest.

The iconic elements of the French tricolor, cap badge and Phrygian cap appear in the badge. It is composed of a French black-haired lady in a black robe wrapped in complex lace. At the top is the number 1790, which represents the establishment of the French Ministry of Magic. During the French Revolution in 1790, at the bottom there are the mottos of the French Ministry of Magic: "Spells, spells, summons" and "incanté, envouté, conjuré", which is the same as the French Muggle government's motto of "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity" and "ernité" Very similar.

"It's a pity that we didn't talk much at Albert's wedding, Ellen." This unusual woman with mixed giant blood put away her smile at Ellen and whispered solemnly, "France will take part in this incident. , expressed support for the United Kingdom during the voting process, but depending on the situation, Allen, it will not be easy for you to convince everyone..."

"Thank you for your support..." Allen bowed slightly to the female mixed-race giant, and then seemed to relax a little, "When is your and Hagrid's wedding? We can make up for it then..."

"It depends on Rubeus." Mrs. Maxim's face turned red, but she still responded gracefully. Then she glanced at Owen and Allen, "You and your son must have more important things to discuss. , let’s talk when it’s over.”

The Harris father and his son quickly bowed and watched Madame Maxime walk to a group of female representatives.

Allen looked away and asked his father: "Father, this is the French Ministry of Magic?... My original understanding was that France, whether it is Muggles or the wizarding world, is not very good at dealing with us in the UK..."

"Ellen, there's not much I can do to help you... She won't speak out for you..." Owen raised his hand to straighten his son's wrinkled clothes on his shoulders, "I asked Daisy to submit a request to the French Ministry of Magic. One condition is that when France needs it, our more powerful Aurors will provide security for these French wizards who are more focused on fashion and perfume. This time, the French representatives sent Madam Maxime, who is familiar with us. , from this point of view, this also means that the French Ministry of Magic has agreed to my offer... In addition, the United States is a bit difficult to deal with, and their internal opinions are not unified. However, after providing some tariff benefits, it seems that they will at least remain neutral in the end. Owen pointed to a tall, thin wizard with a pointed nose and big glasses who was about 60 years old across from another circular venue. "That's Leonard Knox, the representative of the United States. He just came over to say hello to me and said he knew you."

"Oh, yes, father. I stayed at Professor Flitwick's house when I went to the United States with him in the second grade... I thought he had retired." Allen looked at Professor Flitwick's friend, who seemed to notice His eyes also nodded to Allen. After Allen waved in response, he returned his eyes to his father, "But Father, we don't need to go to such trouble. Most countries bully the weak and fear the evil... Now this kind of If the situation arises, be tougher and let them know that they are not capable of implementing those treaties..."

"Alan, there's not much I can teach you..." Owen clasped his hands in front of him and said in a low voice, "But why don't we do it to make things easier? Don't put people Think of it as a whole...Everyone of them is alive and everyone has their own thoughts...This is my experience after living for so many years."

Allen nodded: "Thank you father, this is very useful..."

As time went by, more and more wizards entered the conference room of the International Magic Cooperation Department, and the noise in the hall became more and more intense.

Representatives of the Ministry of Magic from all over the world, dressed in their own cultural costumes, gathered in the hall and talked freely.

The costumes of these wizards are obviously more unrestrained and free than the Muggle compatriots in their respective countries. The most eye-catching one is the wizard from Panama. No one can get close to him. He seems to be a male bird with blooming tail feathers. , the long feathers on his back spread out into a circle to wrap his back, and the top of his head and shoulders and neck were decorated with feathers of various colors with orange as the basic color.

"In our group, we turn a blind eye to someone who violates the law of confidentiality, which puts the entire magical world at risk of being exposed." A middle-aged man wearing a red vest with a strong ethnic flavor, a beard, thick eyebrows, and a semi-bald head Wu spoke plausibly to the wizards around him, with a Second Class Order of Merlin pinned to the suit pocket on his chest.

"President Akinbad, I think what Mr. Obalonsk said is right... As our leader..." An Indian wizard wearing a "badi" dress with hand-painted patterns and embroidered gold threads, He deliberately loudly said to Babajide Akinbad, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, in an exotic English to please, "Please be sure to support sanctions against countries and wizards who violate the law of secrecy so that they can learn a lesson."

"High Priest Kusrapalli... We will punish countries and regimes that have indeed violated the law accordingly." Babajide's green kanga was wrapped from his chest to his toes. He stood on a higher podium. He glanced condescendingly at the Indian wizard who had just spoken.

"Alan, that bald man is Bulgaria's Minister of Magic, the disgusting Obalonsk... His wife is a member of the Monte family, so this henpecked guy keeps causing trouble for me..." Owen came closer again. Allen nodded and said in a low voice, "Bulgaria is becoming more and more uneasy, but he is still unwilling to miss the opportunity that is detrimental to Britain..."

Following Owen's gaze, the Indian wizard seemed to be telling Obalonsk something funny with a smile on his face. This made the Bulgarian Minister of Magic laugh so hard that he stretched out his hand and slapped the opponent vigorously on the shoulder a few times. However, this seemed to arouse Kusrapali's dissatisfaction. Allen noticed that the Indian wizard had used the staff to clean up his shoulder when the other party was not paying attention.

Later, as the bell from the Ministry of Magic reminded him, Babajide Akinbad raised his hand to look at the time, tidied up the badi on his body, and walked towards the first podium at the top of the middle of the hall. Noticing his actions, the discussion in the hall gradually subsided and became silent.