All things are three at Hogwarts

On the Champ de Mars in Paris, France, on the south bank of the Seine River, a large group of dark clouds hung over the Eiffel Tower in France. Few Muggles nearby brought umbrellas when they went out today. This cloud was predicted by the weather forecast. The heavy rain brought by the cumulonimbus cloud has never fallen to the ground after several consecutive misjudgments. In fact, this huge dark cloud has floated to the Hogwarts Academy in France for a friendly visit, and has been cast with a clever unmarkable spell and Neither the Muggles in Paris nor the Muggle satellites could detect the existence of the Muggle Expelling Curse on any medium.

On this iron tower, which is called the observation tower of the capital because of its upper, middle and lower observation towers, on the highest stand with 1,652 steps and 274 meters above the ground, the British After several days of friendly discussions between representatives from the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Company, a signing ceremony is underway today for all new contracts reached.

Under the premise of casting spells to ensure that there are no Muggles to disturb, French wizards believe that this is the most suitable place for friends to see from a distance. It will make people feel like this: the noisy Paris suddenly quieted down and turned into a huge map, with stripes of Avenues and alleys draw countless lines of different widths. All of Paris is at your feet, and when the view is clear during the day, you can see as far as 60 kilometers away.

In this bird's-eye view, countless flags with the mottos of casting spells, spells, and summons representing the French Ministry of Magic and three colors representing the British Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Company are wrapping around the entire city of Paris. , these huge things seem to be floating around the city in disorder.

At this time, there were no Muggles between the Iron Tower and the Palace of Chaillot. The place had been occupied by French wizards who had previously determined the time and place of the meeting from the flags that the Muggles ignored, because a small war was going on. During the review, three enslaved gem-controlled black dragons from the Hesidian Islands in Britain, controlled by the protective umbrella wizard sitting behind their necks, flew out of the dragon lairs in the rock mass under the floating city and flapped their wings in the sky around the iron tower. It hovers and flies, occasionally spitting out a tongue of fire in the air.

After the wizard from the red umbrella department who came to support some time ago passed by, the field thumped with neat footsteps.

The giants in the team, who were wearing black fur coats made from horned camel skins, were obviously more powerful than their colleagues who were wearing ancient robes and looked a little quiet just now. These creatures, who are not too bright-minded, have been trained for more than two years. With the blessing of potions and strict education, they no longer have a barbaric and slovenly image. They are hairless and under neat discipline, making these giants look like two species compared with traditional giants.

What greeted them were the faces of extremely excited French wizards. The sense of security brought by the armed forces supporting France made the crowd of wizards onlookers burst into applause and cheers. The French people cheered and vented their hearts out. After the fear, you will feel a sense of security and stability.

The local enthusiastic and elegant witches wearing various hats and red lips laughed and made fun in the stands, throwing winks and glances at these somewhat old-fashioned umbrella wizards and even handsome witches. Blowing kisses in a charming way, I watched these supporting armed forces enter the Champ de Mars. Under the base of the statue, there was a transmission point connected to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic in the center of Furstenberg Square.

The French Aurors did not feel humiliated at all. These wizards who did not even have uniforms but were dressed in fashionable expressions were obviously happy and relaxed. According to the agreement, the armed forces of these umbrellas would go to fight with the Death Eaters on their behalf. On the front line of the battle, although the command rights belong to the British leaders, they will not participate in France's daily security work, and will be happy to accept additional reasonable tasks assigned to them by the Ministry of Magic.

After the three fire dragons finally teleported away by lifting the base of the statue, the officials from the two countries' Ministry of Magic on the observation deck retreated from the guardrail and re-entered the temporarily arranged outdoor conference table, which made Owen feel a little embarrassed. What was surprising was that Juliette Binoche, the French Minister of Magic, who was wearing a dark blue dress with high slits, accompanied her as soon as she took her seat, but she also attracted the admiration and stunning looks of many wizards and wizards from the British Ministry of Magic, which made her They forgot to maintain the decency and upbringing that a gentleman should have.

"Thank you, Secretary Harris. If it weren't for the support you sent... the turmoil in our country might have lasted for a long time. What scares me more is not just how reliable your armed forces look, but the fact that you have such a majestic float." An empty city... and it can be built so artistically... This is a treasure for wizards..." This 37-year-old French beauty was appointed at the critical moment after the previous minister resigned during the raging period of Voldemort. She has a pair of firm and focused eyes. She is taciturn and seldom laughs, but her tightly closed lips always maintain an elegant smile. This makes people never understand the mysterious world in her heart. Compared with Fleur or other witches of the Harris family, she She is not very beautiful, but she organically combines an elegant temperament with a mysterious temperament.

"The French Ministry of Magic could not give up its contact with the UK and provide us with help when the UK was unfairly treated. As a friendly country, it encountered some difficulties in aspects that it was not very good at. As a British wizarding community that happened to be good at this aspect, , naturally will not stand idly by...So, please be polite, Minister Binoche, this is just a mutual help between neighbors..."

"You should call me Juliette, and I have the nerve to call you Owen..." Binoche, the female minister, leaned forward with an annoyed expression, and put her hand on Owen's arm naturally, "There is no one in the French wizarding world. It's really shameful that I can help in this embargo crisis... Those countries threatened us that if we help the UK to import raw materials from other countries... we in France will also be sanctioned. As someone who just took office and lacks qualifications, it is really hard to convince me. Fellow wizards who love life take this risk..."

"Your ability to maintain normal trade with us under such circumstances has been of great help to Britain...Juliet...huh?!! Cough!!!" Owen heard the clicking sound coming from beside him and turned around to scan with his peripheral vision. After one glance, his expression turned a little frightened.

The original gentle smile of the British Minister of Magic stopped on his face, and his eyes bulged like his daughter-in-law sometimes did. Ellen was talking to Beauxbatons headmistress Olim Maxim, who was wearing a tight sloping purple dress. , facing him, one corner of his mouth turned up, showing a wicked smile, and his hand was playing with the exquisite Olympus xa2 camera that he had given to the crazy girl before.

Owen's body suddenly leaned back as if he had been electrocuted. He moved to the right uneasily and put some distance between himself and Binoche, who looked a little confused, to avoid being exposed to too much of the scent of the other person's perfume. Of course, he knew that the female minister in front of him didn't mean anything extra. These little actions were just the normal habits of the French witch in front of him. However, because he was worried that his son and grandson Zei would threaten him with the photos, Owen had to stay vigilant. By keeping the distance, this could at least ensure that there was only one photo that Allen used to threaten his old father.

After being stunned for a moment, Binoche thought that the British guy in front of her was too innocent. Binoche's confident smile and bent eyes made her look even more charming: "Owen, the French wizarding community is very interested in the new products on the Hogwarts Floating City." If you are interested, I will ask the office to make a product order list and quantity, and pre-purchase some additional cars and floats... Of course, this is just a benefit for my employees, and you don’t have to be too anxious about the delivery time."

"Thank you to the French magical community for your trust and support in us. I believe that Umbrella's products will not disappoint our neighbors. Of course, if your country needs our further help on security issues, please feel free to ask..." Owen's tone was different from the others. The son who was eyeing him became a bit formulaic, but he knew that the French female minister in front of him had not made any statement before when the situation was unclear, but now she seemed to strongly support the UK, but in fact she saw that the UK had carried out economic reforms and reforms. The Muggle community cooperated and estimated that Britain should be able to escape the restrictions caused by the embargo, so they expressed their support clearly as a kind of compensation for their previous silence.

"The friendship between the wizarding worlds of our two countries will last forever!" The French female minister not only wanted to tease the innocent British guy out of a misunderstanding, but also because the external support of the UK ensured her national security and allowed her to secure her position. , anyway, after hearing this, she simply leaned forward and asked His Highness Yue Bu to leave the seat, and gave Owen a warm hug and kiss.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

The sound of three consecutive cameras made Owen, who was envied by all the members of the British Ministry of Magic, look extremely nervous.

"Everything Is Three at Hogwarts"