The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Shirin Picquery, who was sitting at his desk, yawned, then stood up and walked to the full-length mirror in the office.

After arranging his clothes, Xilin picked up a comb and slowly combed his hair, while looking at the bald eagle logo on the mirror in a daze.

That is the logo of the Magical Congress of the United States, and all public supplies in the Magical Capitol building will have this logo printed on them.

There is still half an hour before the start time of the remote meeting of the International Federation of Wizards.

Remote conferencing is a new model that has just emerged in the past few years. Because the feeling of taking the international floo network is not so ideal, after this new model was implemented, in addition to the important joint conferences that must be attended every year, various countries The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic have chosen this more comfortable and casual method.

After all, regular meetings every three months are a burden for people from all countries, because who wants to experience the feeling of being thrown into the toilet and spinning wildly every three months?

However, remote meetings require the support of very expensive alchemical equipment. The International Federation of Wizards will only provide alchemical objects for connection to the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and the supporting alchemical equipment needs to be built by each country.

This directly resulted in many poorer small countries having no way to participate in the position meetings held every three months, but it didn't matter, after all, the powerful Ministry of Magic would not listen to them at all.

Therefore, those small countries only need to be present at the annual joint meeting. At least they can prove that the wizarding joint meeting is fair and that every country can participate.

"Dong dong dong".

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in".

Xilin came back to his senses and said to the door.

"Hello, Director Picqueli, the meeting is about to start. You should go to the conference room now."

Immo Perrin slowly walked into the room and said in his emotionless voice.

"Got it, Mr. Perrin."

Xilin finally straightened the tie on his chest and pinned a badge with a bald eagle pattern on his left chest at the heart.

"How are things going?"

Walking in the wide corridor, Xilin asked Perrin.

"The blood of the horned camel has a very strong smell. After using atomization, the effective attraction range is expanded to 400 kilometers. However, humans are completely unable to smell this smell. You don't have to worry about them finding out in the end. on our heads".

Perrin said to Xilin in his emotionless voice.

"Congress"...

Xilin shook her head, because the conscience in her heart that had not been completely extinguished was constantly hurting her.

Those men in Congress have gone crazy and would actually think of luring hungry fire dragons to attack cities in China.

Xilin thought that the last time she made the Necromancer warship was the limit of human beings. Unexpectedly, the departure of these consortium leaders once again refreshed her understanding.

Aren’t these idiots afraid of going to the International Criminal Court?

"I don't think you need to blame yourself for this, Director Picquery. The world is like this. Killing one person will result in death penalty, but if you kill 10 people, you will be called a hero."

Perrin reminded from the side.

"Thank you for reminding Mr. Perrin, but the most important thing for us now is to open the alchemy table in the conference room and connect us to the conference venue."

Xilin shook his head and then said.

"As you wish, Chairman Schilling."

Perrin walked to the huge alchemy screen at the end of the conference room and clicked it with his wand.

The huge alchemy screen immediately began to emit a faint blue light, and soon a human figure was displayed on it.

"Hello, Secretary Fudge."

Xilin smiled and said to a fat middle-aged man in a suit on the other side of the screen.

"Hello, Director Xilin."

Fudge also showed a flawless smile.

"I must be very busy lately, Minister Fudge."

Xilin smiled pointedly and said to Fudge.

"Haha, it's actually not bad, haha."

Fudge was prevaricating in vague words, but in his heart he sent greetings to Xilin's family.

These words were clearly mocking the UK for being so busy dealing with the Flint family rebellion.

The Magicians of the United States has bad intentions.

But that's how foreign-related meetings are. Even if you already want to jump in front of him to greet his eighteen generations of ancestors and slap him twice, but in this environment, you can only sit at the conference table and smile at the other person.

If you flip the table, you will either die, or everyone else will die except you.

Because these are the rules, and there is a price to pay for breaking them.

"You two came very early, but I seem a bit late in comparison."

The German Minister of Magic also joined the meeting.

"Good morning all of you."

This is Egypt's Minister of Magic, the only high-ranking Ministry of Magic person in Africa who can afford a remote alchemy device.

"Hello Minister Fudge, the cost of the British Ministry of Magic's previous purchase of the fire dragon from Egypt has not yet been settled. Although this may not sound pleasant, I still want to remind you here that if this payment is made within three months, We will not refund the deposit if the balance has not been paid off."

"The last funds have been raised and will be transferred to you through the International Wizarding Bank soon. Please don't be too anxious on the Egyptian side. The British Ministry of Magic cannot do anything without repaying its debts."

Fudge answered the Egyptian minister's question very calmly.

"We are very confident in your repayment ability, but we just want to give you a friendly reminder here. After all, you are much better than some countries that have owed us more than 10 years but have not paid back a penny."

The Egyptian Minister of Magic snorted coldly and said with a thorn in his tone.

"It seems that Minister Fudge is very concerned about the Triwizard Tournament that will be held in two years' time."

The French Minister of Magic, who had already been connected to the line but had been diving, said.

"That's right, I promise to open the eyes of you Beauxbatons people and let them see what true noble heritage is."

Fudge said slightly proudly.

"I heard that people from the United States also want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament"?

The Italian minister who had just entered the meeting happened to hear Fudge's words, so he asked curiously.

"To be precise, the Triwizard Tournament that will be held in two years' time will not be the Triwizard Tournament, but the Five Wizard Tournament."

Xilin gracefully picked up his teacup and took a sip, then continued.

"China also provided an application form to the International Federation of Wizards a month ago, and the members of the Honor Society headed by Dumbledore have approved this request."

"I think Secretary Fudge's budget may be going up again."

The Italian Minister of Magic said jokingly.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. The British Ministry of Magic has sufficient budget for this event."

Fudge waved his hand somewhat proudly.

"Okay everyone, I think we should get down to business now, such as starting today's meeting."

Xilin cleared his throat gently and said to everyone.

"But we seem to be missing one person now. President Lin Zhengying from China has not yet entered the meeting."

The French Minister of Magic on the side said to everyone.

"I think President Lin doesn't have free time to attend our meeting. I guess you haven't heard about it yet? A large-scale fire dragon invasion occurred on the northern border of China. I guess President Lin may be very busy there. I’m exhausted.”

Xilin smiled softly and said to everyone.

"Oh, that's so unfortunate."

Fudge said with a little regret, but there was a sense of schadenfreude in his eyes.

The UK needs to import large quantities of fresh vegetables from China every year, and the large trade deficit has already made Fudge feel a little uncomfortable. At this time, the other party's loss will undoubtedly make him happy.

"Uh, everyone, it seems that China's side will be connected soon."

The Egyptian Minister of Magic cleared his throat and said to everyone awkwardly.

"Ziz"~

A sound similar to electricity sounded in everyone's ears, and then another brand-new picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

An old man wearing a dark yellow monk's robe with white beard and hair was sitting in front of the solid wood table, shaking the whisk in his hand in boredom.

The pomegranate bonsai on the table seems to have been cast by some kind of magic, and it looks really beautiful surrounded by clouds and mist.

"Hello, President Lin."

The French Minister of Magic first nodded gently to the old man to show respect.

"Good morning everyone. I don't know how to use such a complicated device, so I may have wasted some time. I hope you don't blame me."

The old man said with a smile.

"Now that President Lin is here, we can officially start today's agenda."

Xilin coughed slightly, and then said to everyone.

"Please wait a moment, Chairman Picqueri."

President Lin Zhengying, who was on the other side of the screen, suddenly interrupted.

"Oh? President Lin, what can I do for you?"

Xilin frowned and then asked.

"I just want to confirm something."

Lin Zhengying flicked the whisk and said to everyone with a smile.

"The permanent meetings of the International Federation of Wizards must be attended by the ministers of magic from each country, but there should be no such requirement for regular meetings, right?"

"Well, I don't think so."

The German Minister of Magic thought for a while, then nodded.

"I guess I don't quite understand what you mean, President Lin."

Fudge said very puzzledly.

"As people get older, they often have minor health problems. I wasn't feeling well before this meeting started, so I wanted to find someone to take my place here for a short while. I think everyone has no objections, right?"

Lin Zhengying said to everyone with a smile.

"Well, according to Article 15 of the Rules of the United Wizards' Conference, when the Minister of Magic is unwell and unable to attend the meeting, someone else can attend the meeting on his behalf. Moreover, daily meetings do not require the Minister of Magic to participate. If you are unwell, If so, you can ask a Chinese magic official who can represent you to attend the meeting."

said the German Minister of Magic.

"That's good. If you're sorry, I'll change the line right now."

Lin Zhengying bowed his head slightly to apologize, and then pressed a button on the table.

The screen representing Shenzhou suddenly began to flash snowflakes one after another.

"I guess it's Ambassador Dong Hae-sung again this time"...

The Egyptian Minister of Magic spoke up.

"I think so. Dong Ke is very familiar with this kind of work."

The Italian Minister of Mocha on the side also echoed.

"Zi la"!

There was a burst of noise from the screen representing Shenzhou, and everyone quickly turned their attention there.

The presence of noise means that the signal is about to be connected.

"Swipe pull"!

With a violent shaking, Shenzhou's screen returned to normal, and what everyone saw was a land of ice and snow.

"Huh? I remember that Ambassador Dong Haicheng should live in Leizhou, China. Long sleeves are not allowed to be worn there all year round."

The German Minister of Magic said with some confusion.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I will attend this meeting instead of President Lin Zhengying."

A female voice came from across the screen.

When the magic officials from various countries finally saw the figure, everyone was stunned.

Opposite the screen was a female officer, wearing a 87-style Shenzhou Army uniform, with several gold and silver medals hanging on her chest.

The Order of War Hero, the Order of Border Guard, and a Red Star Order.

"Hello, Ms. Xu Lin."

After a long silence, Xilin spoke first.

"Hello, Director Xilin."

Xu Lin nodded towards her, but there was no expression of enthusiasm in her eyes.

"I think everyone should be wondering why I appeared in such a world of ice and snow, right?"

Xu Lin casually leaned back against a newly cooled anti-aircraft gun and asked the people on the other side of the screen.

"We are very concerned about the natural disasters in China and are willing to provide some assistance."

The German Minister of Magic spoke first.

"I am very grateful to Germany for its good attitude, Mr. Minister. But I still want to say something, do you really think this is just a natural disaster?"

Xu Lin suddenly stood up straight and asked the people on the other side of the screen angrily.

"Piqueli, do you think this is just a natural disaster?"

Xu Lin asked Xilin almost in a questioning tone.

"The Magical Congress of the United States condemns the laissez-faire attitude of the Ministry of Magic of Russia and Ukraine regarding the Fire Dragon, and expresses concern about the undeserved losses suffered by China. We are also willing to provide humanitarian assistance to China."

Xilin replied with a serious look on his face.

"Oh, I've done a pretty good job on the surface."

Xu Lin sneered and then said to everyone.

"The Siberian black dragon is the smartest fire dragon species in the world. This murderous fire dragon has not invaded the northern border of China for nearly 50 years. Don't you think this is very abnormal?"

"You mean, someone deliberately drove or introduced these fire dragons to the border of China"?

The French Minister of Magic frowned.

"Yes"!

Xu Lin said with a sneer.

"It's really a genius idea to disperse the horned beast's blood into the air in atomized form to attract the fire dragon! The blood of this creature has a great taste for most carnivorous magical animals, but Ordinary humans can't smell it, so it's very easy to destroy the traces afterwards."

"But I still want to ask you a question."

Xu Lin looked around at everyone, then pointed to her nose.

"Am I a pure human being?"

Shirin Picquery's hands under the table were tightly clenched into fists.

"Damn it, why did you forget this?"