The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

I got up in the morning and started to persuade the parents. I spent some time in the morning to confirm the itinerary. After packing some of the luggage of the three of them, and after Loren and Hermione saw off the Grangers and Grandpa Bates, it was already lunch time.

Loren and Hermione ordered room service to bring lunch to the room. The main course was steak and scones, with a cream of mushroom soup. There were no pre-made dishes at this time. The lunches provided by luxury hotels were worthy of the high price, and they were no longer available. The dentist and his wife were supervising by their side, and both of them ate very satisfactorily.

The dessert after the meal was ice cream balls, which were served in an ice bucket without melting at all.

Hermione looked at the ice cream carefully and identified their flavors. The black one was chocolate, the pink one was strawberry, and what flavor was the light green one?

She took a small spoonful and sipped it into her mouth. The cold and pungent taste of grass burst out in her mouth, and the stinging coolness shot straight into her nose, causing the girl to tremble slightly.

Hey, it smells like mint...

Hermione shook her head and quickly scooped out a spoonful of strawberry-flavored ice cream. After thinking about the sweetness of the strawberry flavor, she scooped the mint-flavored ice cream ball into Loren's plate and said, "Here, let me share one with you."

"..."

Loren looked at the ice cream ball with a missing piece and remained silent for a moment.

Forget it, Monica just asked me to take care of her.

Hermione secretly glanced at his expression and asked quickly: "What should we do next? Wait for the International Federation of Wizards to convene?"

"..."

What a clumsy change of subject.

Loren rolled his eyes at her, took a spoonful of ice cream and put it into his mouth, taking advantage of the cool and clear mint aroma to sort out the information he had gotten these days.

It is known that there is something dirty in the underground pipes of Brooklyn, and it may be Voldemort or the Purifier behind it.

The Grangers and Grandpa Bates had already driven out of the city, and he and Hermione were able to evacuate quickly when encountering an unknown incident. The matter was not as serious as they thought.

There are still two days until the International Federation of Wizards.

Loren thought for a moment and made a decision: "Let's go find Professor Dumbledore."

"Ask for Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione repeated it in a low voice, with foam from the melted cream at the corners of her mouth.

…

Walworth Building, in a conference room on the middle floor.

Dumbledore sat at the head of the conference table. His half-moon glasses and fluffy white beard obscured his face, making it difficult to see his expression. He was wearing the ceremonial robe of the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and he looked majestic. Solemn.

However, from the beginning of the meeting to now, he has only said two insignificant words. The other ministers of magic present thought that he was the same as before and did not want to participate in voting on any disputes over interests, and they gradually ignored his majesty.

This is not a formal meeting of the International Federation of Wizards. It is just a gathering of some magic governments with relevant interests to discuss some meeting issues in advance. Sometimes we can get results that are satisfactory to many parties, sometimes we can only exchange a few words, and the topic is still the same. Voted by all participants at a formal meeting.

Dumbledore is here as a notary to witness.

This foresight meeting was attended by the Ministry of Magic from many countries, many of which have far-reaching influence.

The German Ministry of Magic. Over the past few centuries, the German Ministry of Magic has been strictly controlling evil spirits to reduce their chances of eating humans;

The United States Ministry of Magic has gone very far in getting along with non-magical people. Although the Purifiers caused them a lot of trouble, and what happened in the 1920s almost destroyed half of New York City, Serafi, the chairman of the Council at the time, Na Picqueri has extraordinary perseverance. After being completely isolated from the No-Majs for a period of time, the Magical Congress and Ivermorny tried to have sexual contact and absorb the achievements of No-Maj culture, and now they are developing the fastest.

The French Ministry of Magic has long been committed to safeguarding the rights of Veela and Veela hybrid wizards; the Norwegian Ministry of Magic has made great achievements in the field of Quidditch;

The New Zealand Ministry of Magic, which spends a lot of time, effort and money upholding the Statute of Secrecy, is particularly good at dealing with wizarding-related but non-magical items. The greatest achievement of recent decades has been preventing Muggles from acquiring Maori art that depicts white wizards playing Quidditch.

The sculptures and paintings are currently on display at the New Zealand Ministry of Magic's Wellington headquarters.

In addition, there are the Ministry of Magic of Italy, the Ministry of Magic of Bulgaria, the Ministry of Magic of Liechtenstein and many other small countries.

The spokesperson of the French Ministry of Magic was a woman with a gorgeous face. She was describing the situation of a large number of low-end potions being dumped in France, which attracted several Ministry of Magic spokespersons to echo her.

"We must unite to raise the price of raw materials. If this continues, sooner or later they will overwhelm us with low prices!" the French spokesman said sternly.

Dumbledore lowered his head and picked at the nail of his thumb. Since he turned one hundred years old, the growth rate of his nails has slowed down, but the thickness has increased, making him look a bit old. He still looks very young when he is ninety years old.

I didn't expect that Minerva could make the business so big. It seems that she is indeed suitable to be the principal of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore thought happily.

"The initiative to improve raw materials is not in our hands. We must unite with the Ministry of Magic in India, Iran, Mongolia, Pakistan, Bangladesh and other regions." A spokesman for the Italian Ministry of Magic said, "It is recommended that this issue be reserved for the International Federation of Wizards. have a discussion!"

The French spokesperson looked a little dissatisfied, but did not refute him. Instead, she started the next topic: "Next is about the "Anti-Werewolf Act" introduced by the British Ministry of Magic. Taking advantage of the fact that other intelligent humanoid magical creatures did not join the meeting , we’d better discuss the results first to avoid quarreling at the conference.”

Werewolves are special beings, and wizards generally do not recognize werewolves as wizards. However, some humanoid intelligent magical creatures, including vampires, recognize werewolves. The introduction and implementation of the "Anti-Werewolf Act" has caused dissatisfaction among many races. They feel that if this continues, they may be the next race to be expelled.

The French spokesman, who was closely associated with the Veela, spoke with a questioning tone.

Hearing this, everyone in the venue turned their attention to the people from the British Ministry of Magic. At this meeting, the British Ministry of Magic came with two main speakers, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and the man sitting next to him. Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.

There was an intriguing smile in the eyes of the others. After all, they all knew that the International Union of Wizards Conference was originally scheduled to be held in London, but the venue was suddenly changed not long ago.

Cornelius Fudge frowned. Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge, the proposer and advocate of the Anti-Werewolf Act, was not present today, and he did not prepare a speech on this issue.

Fudge gave Crouch a look next to him, indicating that he would put off the issue for now.

Barty Crouch looked a little distracted and ignored the look from the minister.

Seeing this, Fudge had no choice but to bite the bullet, coughed and began to discuss hesitantly: "Werewolves... Werewolves are a serious hidden danger to the wizarding community. Our British Ministry of Magic has always attached great importance to this issue... As you all know, not long ago The Wolfsbane potion was invented by the British wizard Damocles Bellby..."

Dumbledore was not in the mood to listen to Fudge's nonsense to stall for time. He noticed that Mr. Crouch not far away had unfocused eyes, was absent-minded, and looked very tired. He had looked like this since he entered the conference room.

A faint blue light flowed behind the half-moon-shaped glasses.

It's really strange. In the past few days before the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards, everyone else is so idle that they are about to germinate. Why does Mr. Crouch look so tired?

Looking for fun at night?

No, it's not.

Dumbledore had crossed paths with Crouch during the trial of the Death Eaters many years ago. Dumbledore had some knowledge of this upright man who almost became Minister of Magic. As far as he knew, Mr. Crouch was a dedicated man who had been concentrating on his work after his wife died of illness, and there had never been any scandals.

"...To sum up, werewolves are still a serious safety hazard to the wizarding community, and even because of their infectious characteristics, they can also affect Muggles. Strict management of werewolves is the most feasible way. This is why we have launched the "Anti-Werewolf Act" reason."

Fudge had been the Minister of Magic for a few years no matter what. After clearing his thoughts, his speech gradually became fluent. Although he failed to give any useful information, he managed to get over it.

As the country with the greatest impact of the Anti-Werewolf Act, the spokesperson of the United States couldn't help but stand up: "So your behavior is to force the werewolves in your country to migrate to the United States?"

The speakers from other countries and the Minister of Magic snickered quietly, gloating and waiting to see what was going on.

Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said reluctantly: "You can work with us to implement the Anti-Werewolf Act..."

"Then, will the whole world implement your "Anti-Werewolf Law" until they are expelled from the earth?" the US spokesperson mocked, "Or do you plan to force all werewolves to death?"

They had internally had the idea of ​​absorbing werewolves as special personnel, but due to the uncontrollable and contagious nature of werewolves, the proposal was not passed.

Fudge stammered: "Werewolves are a harmful group...and, and this may be a relief for them -"

Before he finished speaking, the anger in the eyes of the French spokesperson was about to burst out. Fudge even suspected that if he continued to speak, the French spokesperson would show his Veela fangs and pounce on him and bite his neck off.

The two began to quarrel in the conference room. Fudge was a little uncomfortable with this kind of situation. In addition, the American spokesperson would add one or two irritating and strange words from time to time, and his face soon turned red with anger.

Dumbledore felt his eyes were disturbed and turned to look out the window in disgust.

As night falls and the lights begin to turn on, Muggle electricity makes the city shine with bright light. It is a technology even more magical than magic. The street lights are neatly arranged on both sides of the road, and they look like stars in the Milky Way from a distance.

Suddenly, Dumbledore's eyes froze, and he saw several street lamps being picked like fruits, swaying together, and then extinguished in the darkness.

In the office, the quarrel had stopped, and with the mediation of the Italian and Bulgarian spokesmen, the topic of werewolves was temporarily postponed.

"The next topic is——"

"Sorry." Dumbledore's deep voice interrupted his speech, and he slowly stood up, "I want to go back and rest. Please forgive me for being an old man. I must fall asleep at the specified time, otherwise I will sleep all night. It’s gone.”

The other people in the conference room were silent for a moment. They felt that this reason was too perfunctory and suspected that Dumbledore was tired of their quarrel. However, considering that this old man was indeed a hundred years old and had always had an eccentric personality, he might really want to Maybe go back to sleep.

Several speakers who were friendly with Dumbledore said good night and watched him leave the conference room.

After seeing the door close and confirming that Dumbledore was gone, Fudge shouted: "After all, it is a cross-country trip, and Albus is over a hundred years old, so it is normal to feel tired! Many wizards at his age, even if they have not won Dragon Scabies is also old and confused, his memory is confused, and he can’t even hold a knife and fork!”

"Of course, I'm not saying that Albus is old and confused. It's normal for him to say some strange things at this age. As you know, he has always been weird..." Fudge made an embarrassed expression, as if he was thinking about it. Dumbledore said, "Last year he even told me that "that mysterious man you know who" was back. "

The conference room fell completely silent. Everyone looked at Fudge and listened to his self-righteous speech.

"But let's think about it, if the mysterious man is really alive, why has the past ten years been so stable?"

"Even if it is true as Albus said, the mysterious man came back last year, why can we still spend this year safely, you guys think so?"

"If you want me to say..."

…

In a narrow alley three blocks away from the Woolworth Building, a bizarre scene was taking place.

Two teenage children, a boy and a girl, were hiding behind the corner wall. The boy was holding an object like a lighter in his hand. Whenever he opened the metal cover, the light from the nearby street lamp was picked like a fruit, bright. A yellow ball of light rushed into the lighter with a hiss, and the light disappeared into the small box.

"Will this really make Dumbledore notice?" Hermione asked quietly, her eyes fixed on the small box.

"Try it, I think he can see..."

Loren whispered back that when he first got the Deluminator, he had studied it for a while and had seen the disassembly diagram. In addition to collecting and storing light, it also involved very profound alchemy, which was more complicated than he imagined.

As he was talking, he turned around and suddenly saw a lady's silk glove floating in the air, with the fingers spread out and the silk filling it, as if an invisible hand was wearing the glove.

Loren and Hermione looked directly at the gloves.

The silk gloves waved as he greeted them and pointed to the tall building not far away.

"It seems to be guiding us..." Hermione said hesitantly.

Loren nodded, with that magical radiance like a little sun, he couldn't think of anyone else.

The silk glove reached out and made a gesture of invitation to shake hands. Loren thought for a moment, held Hermione's hand with one hand, and held the silk glove with the other.

A soft magic power surged up, and the surrounding space was quickly distorted.

The next second, he and Hermione disappeared into the alley.