The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The air pressure field descended instantly under the influence of magic power.

The French Ministry of Magic representatives sitting opposite Link and Dumbledore were cursing extremely excitedly one second, but the next moment, they were all like ducks being grabbed by the neck, and their voices suddenly stopped. He stopped, and even fell down on the seat, clutching his chest, looking suffocated.

Old Harris, who was still communicating with Iyeta at the head of the long table, frowned when he saw this.

Because in the entire restaurant, only the representatives of the French Ministry of Magic appeared in this situation.

The rest of the people, even him, who was very close to the group of representatives, did not feel anything unusual.

That's kind of scary.

Regarding Link Foley, they have conducted in-depth investigations.

So it is also clear that Link Foley, as a wizard who has stepped into the legendary realm, has the ability to control the atmosphere.

But according to intelligence, shouldn't this ability be a large-scale restrictive magic of the enchantment type?

When could he control the effect within such a small area?

Is this how Link Foley's power has made great progress during this period of time?

Or is it that the intelligence agency of their International Federation of Wizards is not capable enough?

Old Harris was full of doubts.

But at this time, Link's eyes slowly swept across the faces opposite that were in extreme pain due to difficulty in breathing. After a long time, he said calmly:

"Actually, there is really nothing we can do about the fact that the number of representatives we sent is too small. You know, after the restructuring of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China, the productivity and creative enthusiasm that had been pent up among the people in the past all exploded this year. This has caused the entire Ministry of Magic to develop at a rapid pace. Along with it, comes a series of problems that urgently need to be solved. For example, the tax issues after Gringotts was nationalized, as well as various immigrants and foreign businessmen Reception management issues.

Oh, by the way, among these people, immigrants and businessmen from the French magic world account for a large proportion.

I have been in contact with some of them, and they told me that the French magical world, under the management of the French Ministry of Magic, has become a pile of rotten water without any hope or vitality. The ordinary wizards living there are just It can be said that they are lingering on their last breath.

Of course, this is not important.

What I want to say is that after undergoing restructuring, the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China has become a new shining sun.

As it gradually climbs to the top, our officials are always busy, with countless problems and tasks waiting for them to complete.

The people simply don't want to see them leaving their unfinished work and running abroad.

Therefore, even if the meeting is hosted and convened by the International Federation of Wizards, only a small number of people can be sent to attend the meeting.

But your French Ministry of Magic is different.

Your Ministry of Magic, and indeed the entire wizarding world, is rotten.

In such an environment, officials should be relaxed, or even do nothing, right?

In fact, the people are still eager for them to get out of the country, even if it is just to go abroad for a few days, so that they can take a breather.

In this way, it is easy to understand why you brought so many officials here. "

Link's words didn't sound too vicious to others.

But at this moment, it was like nails driving into the hearts of the French Ministry of Magic officials opposite.

They struggled to push themselves up from their seats, as if they wanted to say something.

The French Minister of Magic, who was headed by him, was so angry that he almost fainted.

But the powerful air pressure field once again tightened its grip on their hearts, causing them to collapse helplessly.

Link just looked at them quietly, with a mocking look on his face.

Even if they bring many people, so what if they make loud noises?

Under Link's suppression, they couldn't say a word and could only stare.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

Just when the French Minister of Magic looked like he was about to suffocate, Old Harris, who was sitting in the chair, finally stood up and said, "Let them go, Mr. Link Foley, they have already received the punishment they deserve. "

Link glanced at Old Harris, sneered and waved his hand to remove his barrier.

The representatives of the French Ministry of Magic breathed a sigh of relief in a physical sense, and each one of them collapsed on the soft banquet chairs and gasped for air.

The leaders among them seemed to be really angry and wanted to say something regardless of their chests that were beating like bellows, but old Harris glared at them and said first:

"The banquet should be like a banquet. What we are having now is just a luncheon for the phantom guests. As for the rest of the formal discussion, let's leave it to the real meeting after the luncheon!"

The French representatives whom he had spoken against sat back down again, all of them with ugly expressions on their faces.

But old Harris seemed oblivious and continued with a smile on his face:

"Come on, it's time to serve the food. In order to welcome all the guests this time, we have carefully prepared delicacies from the lower world. I hope everyone can enjoy it!"

"Nether?"

Link raised his eyebrows and said with some confusion.

"This is what they call the ground. As for the people living on the ground, they are called people from the lower world."

Si Gefen leaned into Link's ear and explained softly.

"Then what do they call themselves? People from the upper world?"

"No, although the meaning is similar, they prefer to call themselves celestial beings."

"what--"

Link almost couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said sarcastically, "Why don't they call them Celestial Dragons!"

Si Gefen obviously didn't know what Tianlong people meant.

However, in the current context, he could also roughly understand that Tianlong people should be a word with a deeper meaning than Tianjie people, and he sneered:

"They really haven't changed at all after all these years,"

Link didn't speak, but looked deeply at Si Gefen.

At this moment, Si Gefen's whole body was filled with a strong hatred. This emotion was so intense that it almost choked his nose.

At the same time, under the order of Old Harris, various delicacies appeared on the table in front of everyone.

The first thing that bears the brunt is the variety of breads.

They were placed in small bamboo baskets and placed in front of each guest.

Then there are all kinds of meat.

Most are grilled meats, and the overall shape remains.

For example, roasted whole fat chicken, squab, venison legs, etc.

The most arrogant among them is a wild boar head placed in the center of the long table, which should be regarded as the main course.

Its overall length exceeds two meters and its height reaches over one meter.

Although Link also understood that the heads of wild boars are usually much larger than those of domestic pigs, and some wild boars even have one third of their entire body occupied by their head alone.

But with such a big pig head, it can be seen that this wild boar must have been a giant in life.

As a decoration, a large number of fruits and lettuce are arranged on and around the huge pig head.

These are also the only green colors on this banquet.

Link really didn't know what to say to this.

Because judging from the style of the dishes, this is a typical medieval aristocratic dinner.

The ingredients are precious, but the production level is crude. They pursue visual impact and strive to give people a sense of luxury.

As for the taste.

Link wouldn't feel much better.

That kind of roasted fat chicken and pig head, if it can be fully savored, it would be a ghost.

"Iyetta, please help us share the food. I can't wait. Although it is a little greasy, I haven't enjoyed such delicacies from the lower world for a long time."

Old Harris rubbed his hands and said impatiently.

After hearing this, Iyeta also walked over with a smile. With the help of magic, he took the pig's head in the center of the dining table to the trolley on the side. Then he took a knife, cut off the pig's nose with great effort, and It was cut into two portions and placed on the plates of Link and the French Minister of Magic.

"This is the dining etiquette of nobles in the [-]th century. Boar's head was a reception dish at that time, and it was quite precious. Generally speaking, they would first remove the nose of the boar's head and distribute it to the most distinguished guests."

Dumbledore looked at the pig snout on Link's plate and marveled, "This is already a very high-level courtesy. I didn't get this kind of treatment when I came here a few times before."

While listening to Dumbledore's explanation, Link was also looking at the pig's nose in front of him.

Thanks to the huge size of the pig's head, this half of the pig's nose is also huge, almost as big as Link's face.

But the problem is also serious.

The pig's nasal cavity did not seem to have been cleaned.

Link even saw some short, hard hair in the two wide nostrils.

Generally speaking, if you use a red-hot iron rod to poke it in and clean it, these hairs should not exist.

Moreover, Iyeta didn't wear gloves when he was dividing the meat just now. As soon as he thought of Iyeta's flirting with old Harris, Link lost interest in the pig's nose in front of him.

"That's right, then get rid of you and help me eliminate it."

Link said nonchalantly and exchanged the dinner plate with the pig's nose on it with Dumbledore's empty dinner plate.

"Really?" Dumbledore was a little surprised, "Are you sure?"

Link smiled and nodded, and Dumbledore started eating with relish.

Judging from the expression alone, the taste of the pig snout seems to be really good.

Opposite them, the French Minister of Magic ate ​​even more urgently.

This urgency is not due to how messy and rude he eats. On the contrary, his dining etiquette is quite standard, at least more standard than Link's.

The problem is, he eats too fast.

It took him just a few minutes to chew up a large piece of pig snout, and he even licked his lips after using it, looking like he was still satisfied.

Old Harris laughed loudly when he saw this and said:

"It seems this is to your taste, Mr. Minister."

"This is natural, Mr. Harris." The French Minister of Magic wiped his mouth and said elegantly, "I can only enjoy such delicious food here with you. This is my great honor."

"Then you can eat more. It's my honor to make you feel comfortable."

Old Harris said with a smile. After speaking, his eyes turned to Link's side, glanced at the pig snout on Dumbledore's dinner plate, and continued calmly, "In order to let you know more about each other, as long as possible, To possibly achieve positive cooperation, this meeting will last for several days. During this period, you can also do some sightseeing here. This is a preferential treatment given to you."

"Oh! This is really great!" The French Minister of Magic stood up and saluted excitedly, "It has always been my dream to visit the famous heaven. With Merlin on top, the civilization in this sky city is like a bright star. The gem exudes the most dazzling light in the world. And today, I can actually embrace this gem. This is really..."

The French Minister of Magic was choked up after speaking.

Old Harris was also deeply moved and quickly stood up to comfort him.

The two of them kept talking like this for a while, and then the French Minister of Magic calmed down, sat back in his seat, and then gave Link a provocative look.

It was as if he had achieved something remarkable.

Old Harris, on the other hand, seemed to be a little unsatisfied with the praise he heard from the French Minister of Magic. He turned to look at Link and said:

"What about Mr. Link Foley? What do you think the heaven is like? How does it compare to the lower world?"

"You mean this city in the sky?"

Link took a bite of the bread in his hand and said, "It's pretty good, it's quite novel."

"Novelty, indeed, the things here are indeed not found in the lower world. As a first time visitor here, it is normal for you to feel novelty."

Old Harris said, "Of course, if you want to immigrate and live here, it is not impossible. But it needs to meet some necessary conditions, such as promoting the holding of certain important bills, or the magic in the lower world. The ministry has been in power for 20 years. Your predecessor, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, was almost done, but it was a pity that he made such a wrong move at the last moment."

"Well, you may have misunderstood." Link shook his head and said, "I actually don't want to..."

"Having said that, what I want to say is that I have met the conditions for being in power!"

The French Minister of Magic on the opposite side suddenly interrupted, "I have been re-elected as Minister of Magic for three full terms. This year is my 21st year in power! And I have no plans to participate in this year's election. I will Give up the position of French Minister of Magic to a young man.

He is different from Mr. Link Foley who stands before us now.

He has real talent and learning!

Of course, the most important thing is that he firmly upholds the "Secrecy Act"!

I believe he will bring the French Ministry of Magic into a new future!

And after that, my family will come to heaven to settle down!

I feel extremely happy and excited about this. The brilliance of culture and prosperity in Sky City is simply a miracle! "

"Is this true? Damn it, I didn't even notice that!"

Upon hearing this, Old Harris hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the French Minister of Magic, and said enthusiastically, "According to our immigration bill, the outstanding political talents introduced through the governing regulations will be concentrated in the Tianfu Road community, which is also mine. Residence! Peter, can I call you that? After all, we will be neighbors in the near future!"

"Of course! Mr. Harris, it's my honor! Whether it's to be your neighbor or to be called by your first name!"

"Mr. Link Foley, what about you?"

"Me? Of course, you can just call me by my name, that's okay."

"No no no—"

Old Harris waved his hands repeatedly and said, "What I want to ask is, what do you think of immigrants entering the heaven? But I am also very happy that you can let me call them by their first names. After all, some young people today have really serious thoughts." It’s very extreme. It’s like a powder keg. Things that seem ordinary to us are like fatal offenses to them and will cause them to explode directly!”

While talking, Old Harris glanced at Si Gefen for a day, his eyes full of disdain.

Si Gefen also looked at him without fear. Where their eyes met, there seemed to be invisible firelight.

But at this moment, Link turned sideways, stepped into the line of sight of the two of them, and said:

"Forget it about immigrating. I still think it will be better on the ground."

"Ha! Stupid!"

The French Minister of Magic said disdainfully, and the French officials next to him also had similar expressions.

Some were even furious.

For them, the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards, the city in the sky where they are now, has become a kind of belief.

Old Harris waved his hand to stop the officials who wanted to investigate the case, and said doubtfully:

"Link, why do you have such an idea? Is it because of your family and friends? It doesn't matter. Currently, we can actually relax some conditions appropriately for outstanding talents like you.

For example, promote important bills.This mediation meeting can actually be counted as one of them. As long as we can reach a perfect consensus on this bill, you can actually obtain immigration qualifications.

Not only that, you can also share this power with your family or friends by making a donation.

But please note that you can only recommend 5 places.

This is quite a favorable condition! "

Link believed this.

Because the representatives of the French Ministry of Magic who were still very angry next to them were all confused at this moment.

They stared at Old Harris blankly, their eyes full of disbelief.

In summary, the immigration conditions for Sky City, or the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards, are to make a contribution.

There are many things that can achieve this 'contribution'.

Among so many people here, there are also many who have lost everything and are willing to give everything for this.

After all, that is heaven!

But even so, the only ones who have actually obtained immigration qualifications are Dumbledore and the recent French Minister of Magic.

The difference between the two is that the French Minister of Magic has the same ideas as most normal wizards, and is eager to immigrate to the heaven.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was not interested at all.

But it's understandable, after all, Dumbledore's lifelong ideal was Hogwarts.

Giving up the opportunity to go to Sky City for Hogwarts can be called great.

But what about Link Foley?

Does he not understand what Sky City represents?

Or is it because he is too young and has not yet understood what Sky City is?

Yes, that's how it should be.

It must be so!

The eerie silence continued in the huge restaurant.

In the end, old Harris coughed and pulled everyone back from their complicated thoughts.

"Link, I want to ask you a question." Old Harris said solemnly, "Do you really understand what the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards, or in other words, Sky City, is?"

"Of course I understand. In a sense, this is equivalent to the wizards' Ark of Promise, which can be used to escape from huge disasters, right?"

"Noah's Ark? Interesting statement, but I don't like this name. It is the myth of Muggles, not our wizards."

"But you can't deny that Sky City has the same functionality as Noah's Ark."

Old Harris was silent.

Magic is not a so-called superstition.

Wizards actually knew that the earth was round as early as a century ago, and understood the relationship between the earth, the sun, the moon and even thousands of other stars through astrology.

Therefore, the current International Federation of Wizards is indeed doing its best to develop space technology in Sky City.

This is not only to escape the invasion of Muggles, but also for the rich resources in outer space.

At present, the magic resources on the earth have basically been exploited.

Even now, various ministries of magic are beginning to protect the ecological resources in their jurisdictions.

But the consumption of non-renewable resources is still unsolvable.

What about outer space?

Based on the study of meteorites, alchemists have been certain that there are a large number of rare magical resources in outer space that are currently known and unknown to wizards.

Once these resources are available, it is foreseeable that wizards will be able to move to a new level.

And all of this is actually no secret among the close high-level circles of the International Federation of Wizards.

That's why the delegations from the French Ministry of Magic are so eager to immigrate to Sky City.

This is to leave a hope for future generations.

At the same time, the International Federation of Wizards also needs these wizards to provide funds and various rare resources for research.

Judging from the current situation, Link seems to know this as well.

But in this case, why did Link refuse so simply?

Seemingly sensing Old Harris' doubts, Link continued:

"Mr. Harris, how long has it been since you went to see Muggle cities and news in person?"

Old Harris was slightly stunned when he heard this, but then he said:

"As the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards is at the core of implementing and maintaining the Statute of Secrecy, we pay close attention to the Muggle world."

"Then you should know that the current Muggle society has developed to a terrifying level of civilization. To put it bluntly, if Sky City throws away magic, which is something that Muggles cannot understand, in terms of prosperity and scale, Sky City , nothing compared to the large Muggle cities."

Link smiled and said, "There are indeed many large buildings in Sky City. Relying on magic, wizards do have considerable advantages in construction, so much so that wizards have built so many tall buildings in such a small area as Sky City. This kind of effect of blocking out the sky and the sun is really rare. But according to my observations, the tallest building in Sky City should be the International Federation of Wizards headquarters building in the center of the city. It should be about 300 meters, right? But the Muggle world is currently under construction Among the buildings, the Petronas Twin Towers, the tallest, have 88 floors, a total height of 452 meters, and a roof height of 407 meters.

Not to mention things like airships and broomsticks.

To be honest, apart from the novel ways of implementing these things, there are completely alternative methods in Muggle society, and a large part of them are even more efficient and beautiful than what Sky City currently uses.

Oh, and there’s population.

The population in Sky City should only be about [-], right?Or less?In the Muggle world, this is not even a district in the city.

I remember that the Minister of the French Ministry of Magic mentioned the culture of Sky City before, right?

What did you call this culture back then?

Brilliant?great?

what!

What kind of culture can be born from a mere population of 1?

I'm afraid there won't even be the most basic cultural conflict in this sky city, right?

I even suspect that a large part of this culture was obtained through plagiarism and plagiarism of Muggle culture.

Otherwise, why would the women's clothing I saw on the huge advertising projection outside the window be so similar to the styles my mother and fiancée bought in Paris last year?

In fact, even the colors are exactly the same.

Tut tut...

The costume designers in Sky City have such an easy job! "

Listening to Link's narration, many people turned their heads and looked out the window.

From their angle, they could just see the huge magic projection advertisement that Link mentioned.

The witch above is wearing a robe with an extremely weird shape. Even judging from the weird dressing habits of wizards, this can be said to be weird.

But now Link actually said that this was copied from Muggle clothing?

When did Muggles become so weird?

This thought flashed through everyone's minds, followed closely by anger.

Link was right about one thing.

That is, Sky City is placed in the hearts of these high-level wizards, just like Noah's Ark is placed in the Muggles during the great flood disaster.

This is no longer just a giant boat that can be rescued.

But, faith!

Now Link has slandered their beliefs!

How dare he!

For a moment, the faces of the French Ministry of Magic representatives all turned red.

Some people had even drawn out their wands under the leadership of the French Auror Minister, hoping that if the situation escalated further, they would directly extinguish the brazen Link Foley on the spot!

"Commissioner Link Foley."

Old Harris spoke again, his voice becoming a little cold, "It seems that you have great respect for Muggle society, so do you think what we are doing now is wrong?"

As soon as this statement came out, the representatives of the French Ministry of Magic who were still angry were stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

Dumbledore, who was sitting next to Link, also had a serious look on his face.

This question is really malicious.

This is to put a big hat on Link's head that is close to Muggles and disgusted with the "Secrecy Act".

It is even possible to push Link against the entire wizarding community.

If Link gives a bad answer, then there is no need to hold a subsequent mediation meeting. The International Federation of Wizards will immediately summon the Ministry of Magic around the world to encircle and suppress Link, just like it did with Grindelwald.

However, when Link heard this, he just smiled softly.

It was as if the question Old Harris asked was extremely stupid.