"Hmph, the ministers will definitely care about this matter. I think these people are so anxious because they are instigated by someone behind the scenes..." Dirk Clesway in the three broom tavern retracted his gaze. He planned to add another glass of wine to himself. "Huh? This is..." Clesway looked at the slightly trembling beer in the glass beer glass on the table. Seeing the rising small bubbles, he frowned and said to his companions, "Is it an earthquake? But we are in the air..."

"Didou, are you watching Mrs. Rosmerta mix at the bar again, shaking you up?" The wizard beside him laughed and patted his shoulder.

"No, the beer is really shaking. What's the situation? Also, do you feel that... the wind blowing in the window seems to have become stronger?" Another companion asked suspiciously with a beer glass.

The protesters outside the bar also turned into exclamations. In the sky far above the head of the floating city, the huge fire dragons of various shapes and colors stopped patrolling and walking, flapping their wings and flying back quickly towards the floating city. They circled and fell in an orderly manner around the floating city, disappeared from the wizards' vision, and returned to the dragon caves dug out from the mountains below the floating city.

Several types of floating ships announced earlier also suddenly flashed in large quantities and teleported back. They gathered from all directions, and for a while, some gathered densely around the floating city. Under the guidance of the leaders of the floating ship docks and ports of Hogwarts, they began to dock in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, there was a slightly more violent shaking, as if the floating city had just risen. The drinkers had put a few unlucky wine glasses on the edge of the table and fell to pieces, which caught a drunken witch who had stabilized her body and rolled onto the ground in surprise.

This small change made the timid people scream suddenly, and the atmosphere on the scene became even more tense.

After panic, the wizards were talking and clamoring.

"Did the magical worlds of other countries launch an attack on the floating city?"

"Is there something wrong with the floating city? We won't fall down."

"Go to the fireplace! Let's leave first."

...

"What are you doing?" Dirk Clesway, the director of the Fairy Liaison Office, said loudly, "The Floating City has been stable... The floating ships and fire dragons just now... weren't this being suddenly attacked... Is the floating city starting to move?"

The wizards in the tavern all walked out of the room and poured into the square, looking up to see what happened. Although they could no longer feel the shaking and walking in the square was as stable as if they were not the same as usual, they saw that in the sky without fire dragons and floating boats, the floating clouds were moving quickly in one direction.

The wizards who were eager to know what was going on were a little impatient. They had already taken out their broom and started flying into the sky. The wind in front of them blew their hair backwards. They looked down from a high place and saw that the deserted land below was shrouded in the floating city, and huge shadows were reflected and fluttering forward quickly.

Under the floating clouds that kept passing by, the mirror-like black lakes shone with shimmering light in the sun. The dark green and continuous hills and jungles in the distance were swept by their eyes quickly, only a dark green shadow could be seen, and the specific mountains and hills could hardly be seen clearly.

"Don't panic, I'm Alan Harris..." Allen's voice resounded throughout the Floating City. The sound from somewhere was very peaceful, just like whispering in everyone's ears, but it could make every wizard in the Floating City hear clearly. "The vibration just now and what you feel now... are all due to the Floating City moving. Please rest assured that all the actions of Floating City are under my control... Everyone is as safe as ever." Allen paused and gave everyone a few seconds to digest the time. "For the specific situation, you can go to the Ravenclaw Temple in the Commercial Plaza. My father Irving Harris will explain it to everyone in half an hour. Of course... Harris TV is reporting now."

After Allen's explanation, the wizards who knew that there would be no problem with their own safety, returned to peace, but just like the female boss who was casting the repair spell and the drunkard who had rolled on the ground for a few laps, many people complained that they should notify them in advance.

Seeing that many people who had protested before began to go to the Commercial Plaza, several tavern customers simply retreated to the three broom taverns. They turned the TV up with their wands and found that a temporary venue had been built in front of the steps of the Ravenclaw Temple in the commercial square in southern Hogwarts Black Lake, and many of the wizards in the Floating City of Hogwarts had rushed over.

About thirty minutes later, in the commercial square that was originally empty due to the planning, under the monitoring of the Hogwarts guards with the outer umbrella, several onlookers who had received the news had already stood. Some people from the pure blood family of anti-Harris rushed over to deal with the means that Harris seemed to have to fight back this time.

Irving Harris, wearing a Ministry of Magic uniform, came to the scene with his Ministry of Magic and the Aurors who would not appear in Hogwarts on weekdays. Granger Hermione, the president of the Umbrella Company, and Penelo Crivat, the chief executive of the Red Umbrella Department, also brought their company's subordinates to the venue, but Hogwarts' principal Alan Harris did not appear at the scene.

Without any extra opening remarks, Irving stood up directly after picking up the pocket watch and looking at the time.

"Today, I feel very lucky that Ravenclaw protected my family to this land and took root from it... In this island country hanging outside the European continent, neither my parents nor me were flowing from the local blood. As many people know from some family magazines, my father was a wizard who followed the first generation of Dark King Gaitler Grindelwald. For a long time, let alone you, even I myself did not think I was an English wizard..." Irving did not announce any news, but told his own life experience.

The voice softened a lot later, "I was lucky enough to study in this Hogwarts magic school, and also met my wife who had devoted her life to the family in this British magic school, Morgan Lefay of the local pure blood family Rozier family... Although just like everyone in many pure blood families here, this is a family intentional arrangement, but luckier than many people, this is also our wish, which made me recognize my identity... I do not deny my foreign bloodline, but now I am also a British wizard..."

"We are not here to listen to your love story!"

"Your policy makes the economy terrible! You are using your power to commit a crime!"

The protesters in the crowd originally wanted to start after the other party arrived seemed to be very badly carried out under the momentum of the Ministry of Magic and the blessing of the Temple of the Tall Saint Ravenclaw behind them. In addition to a few bold shouts, more unemployed people raised their protest cards a little dryly.

"I looked at the signs raised by many people. I understand that since the rise of the floating city and the establishment of our own Wizard Bank, everyone's lives have changed drastically..." Owen gestded directly to the protesters with his hand, "Recall carefully, everyone, what has our UK done for the magic world in the past few years? We defeated the mysterious man and his Death Eaters several times. After driving them out of the UK, we even have the energy to help other countries... We invented many novel magical creations, lowered the prices of many products so that most wizard families could afford what they could not afford before... Improved the lives of wizards... My son announced his magical achievements, which made Animagus, a mystery that only ten registered people around the world a few years ago, turned into a common transformation skill..."

“But now we are out of work!”

"We can't afford anything now!"

Irving's words obviously did not satisfy the protesters below, and even made them feel angry because of his boastfulness.

"I understand your anger. In fact, I am also very angry. Our economy has indeed been destroyed. Many people's lives are in dilemma, but this should not be a problem we have caused ourselves, right?" Owen asked calmly to the voices that interrupted him, "Floating City and Naser Nuclear will originally benefit more people. He will let every wizard family live a wealthy life that may not necessarily be able to live in the previous pure blood families, but in our world, we have done so much for the magic world, what did they feedback to us? International wizards' union is not only

The maintenance of the "Secret Law" has made no achievements, and even in turn obstructed and criticized our actions to crack down on the Dark King... Of course, they did apologize; we reduced the price of many creations for ordinary wizards, but this also offended many pure-blood families who made a living by making huge profits; in order to completely solve the situation where the Dark King went to the Goblins, we were hindered because the Goblins were concerned about their...business reputation issues... in other words, the Goblins blessed the Dark King, and we could have avoided the harm caused by his evil deeds in Europe now..."

"Secretary Harris, we are not here to listen to your reasons and your great achievements in the past. Now our workshop is forced to close, we have to have a meal!" Most people are actually very clear about the reasons described by Irving, but now when facing problems involving their own survival, there is no need for pure-blooded forces hidden in the crowd to incite these Harris' past achievements to the unemployed wizards.
Chapter completed!