"As the representative of the British branch of the International Wizards Federation, I am not suitable to explain this issue to you here unilaterally..." Allen looked around these wizards who were almost breath-holding and replied, "These issues that have attracted everyone's attention from the book "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", just like Mr. Wizard, you said, the International Wizards Federation will hold a meeting to discuss this matter later in the International Magic Cooperation Division. Please refer to the final explanation announced after the meeting. So, let's stop here today." Allen pressed his hands down, gave Percy the meeting a look, and began to turn around and walk towards the elevator.

Percy immediately bowed and ran forward to announce the end. The Aurors who were maintaining order on the side blocked Allen's emotions and felt very high as if they were injected with chicken blood - especially those reporters who were linked to the pure blood family behind them, they had already thought of the news title, and they determined that it was Harris who was evading their mistakes and wanted to shirk responsibility.

With the sound of Ting Dingdang, a clicking sound, an elevator landed in front of Allen. The golden fence door slid gently, and Allen walked into. In this uninhabited space, he sorted out his robe and threw the Merlin Medal he had just harvested into the space.

The elevator slowly rose until a cold woman's voice sounded: "The fifth floor, the International Magic Cooperation Division, contains the International Association for Trade in Magic Standards, the International Office of Magic Law and the International Federation of Magicians' British seats."

The door opened, and a few notes flew in, flying around the light above the elevator, making the lights flicker. Alan walked out of the elevator and walked directly to the conference room at the innermost end of the corridor. The wide door was pushed open as Alan approached, and Alan walked in with his head held high.

The meeting has not started yet. In this gorgeous conference room, wizards in various costumes gathered together to talk in groups of three or two. Allen looked around and found that his father, Irving, was standing with an extremely tall lady.

Alan's keen mindfulness made him discover that many hostile gazes were betting on him as soon as he entered the door. This is not surprising. Harris made the already powerful British magic world rise more strongly and his educational reforms offend 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 magic powers will be eager to salute Allen after seeing him come in - just as they did to other powers.

As she approached her father, the lady who was about the same height as Hagrid turned around and smiled at Allen. She had an olive face, a pair of black and watery eyes, her hair combed behind her head, and she was wrapped in a black satin dress from head to toe, wearing many luxurious opals.

She is Mrs. Olim Maxim, the principal of the Busbaton Magic School, and her chest is now wearing a badge representing the French Ministry of Magic.

The French three-color French color, the iconic elements of the hat badge and Phrygian hat are wrapped in complex lace, composed of a black-haired lady from France, with the number 1790 at the top, which represents the French Ministry of Magic established during the French Revolution in 1790, and at the bottom is the motto of the French Ministry of Magic - "Casting, Spelling, Summoning" ("Incanté, Envouté, Conjuré"), which is very similar to the French Muggle government motto "Freedom, Egalité, Fraternité" ("Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité").

"I'm sorry we didn't talk too much at Albert's wedding, Allen." This unusual woman with mixed-race giant blood put away her smile and whispered solemnly, "France will support Britain in this event during the voting session, but depending on the situation, you want to convince everyone... it's not easy."

"Thank you for your support..." Allen bowed slightly to the female mixed-race giant, and then the person seemed a little relaxed, "When will your wedding with Hagrid be? We can make up for it then..."

"It depends on Rube." Mrs. Maxim's face turned a little red, but she responded gracefully, and then she glanced at Irving and Allen, "You father and son must have more important discussions. Let's talk when the end."

The Harris and his son hurriedly bowed and watched Mrs. Maxim walk into the pile of some of the ladies' representatives.

Allen withdrew his gaze and asked his father, "Father, is this the French Ministry of Magic?... In my original understanding, France is not very good at dealing with both the Muggles and the Magic world and our UK..."

"Allen, I can't help you...she won't help you..." Owen raised his hand and sorted out his son's wrinkled clothes on his shoulders. "I asked Daisy to propose a condition to the French Ministry of Magic. When France needs it, our more combative Aurors will provide security for these French wizards who are more focused on fashion and perfume. This time, the French representative - they sent Mrs. Maxim, who is familiar with us, to come. From this, this also means that the French Ministry of Magic agreed to my offer... In addition, the United States is a bit difficult to deal with, and they do not agree with their internal opinions, but after giving some tariff benefits, they seem to remain neutral in the end." Owen pointed to a 60-year-old tall and thin witch with big glasses on the other round venue, "That is the representative of the United States, Leonard Knox, who just came over to ask me and told me to know you."

"Oh, yes, I lived at his house when I went to the United States with Professor Flivi in ​​the second grade... I thought he was retired." Allen looked at Professor Flivi's friend, and the other party seemed to notice his sight and nodded to Allen. After Allen waved his hand as a response, he turned his sight back to his father. "But, we don't need to be so troublesome. Most countries are bullying the weak and afraid of evil... Now in this situation, they are just tougher and let them know that they are not capable of implementing those treaties..."

"Allen, I can't teach you much..." Irving said in a low voice with his hands in front of him, "But it makes things easier, why don't we do it? Don't think of people as a whole... Each of them lives, and everyone has their own thoughts... This is a little bit of my experience of living for so many years."

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

As time goes by, more and more wizards enter the conference room of the International Magic Cooperation Division, and the noise in the hall is getting stronger and stronger.

Representatives of the Ministry of Magic around the world gathered in the halls in their own cultural costumes and talked freely.

The wizards' costumes were obviously more unrestrained and free than their Muggle compatriots in their respective countries. The most striking was the wizard from Panama. No one could approach him at close range. He seemed to be a male bird with a feather with a long feather on his back, and his head and shoulders were decorated with feathers of various colors based on orange.

"Our group of people turned a blind eye to someone who violated the Secretariat Act, which put the entire magical world at the threat of exposure." A middle-aged witch wearing a red horse clip with a strong national atmosphere, with a beard and thick eyebrows, and a half-bare head said to the wizard around him with a second-level Merlin medal on the suit pocket on his chest.

"President Akinbad, I think Mr. Obalonsk is right... You are our leader..." An Indian wizard dressed with hand-painted patterns and embroidered with gold wire as embroidered "Badi" in exotic English, he deliberately shouted Babajid Akinbad, president of the International Wizards Federation, said, "Please support the sanctions of states and wizards that undermine the Confederation of Secrecy Act, so that they can learn a lesson."

"High Priest Kuslapari...We will punish the countries and regimes that have indeed violated the law according to law." The green kanga on Babajid's body wrapped from his chest to his toes. He stood on the higher rostrum and glanced at the Indian wizard who had just spoken.

"Alan, that bald man is the Minister of Magic in Bulgaria. The disgusting Obalonsk... His wife is a member of the Monte family, so this guy who is afraid of his wife will keep causing trouble for me..." Owen leaned closer to Alan and whispered, "There is becoming more and more uneasy in Bulgaria, but he still doesn't want to miss the opportunity that is unfavorable to Britain..."

Following Owen's gaze, the Indian wizard smiled and seemed to have said something funny to Obalonsk, which made the Bulgarian Minister of Magic laugh so hard that he stretched out his hand and slapped the opponent's shoulder a few times - but this seemed to arouse Kuslapari's dissatisfaction. Alan noticed that the Indian wizard used a staffless cleanup on his shoulder when the opponent was not paying attention.
Chapter completed!