Fleur's voice seemed to be happier on TV: "Principal Harris won thirteen international awards after Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell casting technique award... At present, Hogwarts Floating City is preparing to start moving slowly to the European continent, and on the way, helping the Ministry of Magic along the way to establish a trade network and its own floating city. Finally, it will arrive in Greece after this year's n.e.w.ts exam, so that Principal Alan Harris can participate in the international duel and Potion Championships..."

"This is really good. I might be able to see these games on the spot after I went to Floating City." Jessica raised her hand and patted the packed gift box. "Ian...you really don't want to..."

"Jessica, needless to say, just like I don't want you to learn the British style..." Ian scratched his hair irritably, "You didn't go to Vacatu... the other countries are cartilage, and they all want to take out all to please Britain... They even want to sanction us the United States in reverse to please Alan."

"But Ellen didn't agree, right? You know he won't... Ian, I just go learn magic." Jessica reached out and rubbed her brother's hair even more messy, and said with some angrily, "You don't want to go with me..."

"There are some ancient magic knowledge in the Ifamoni Library, and there are more things in our Horned Snake Academy..." Ian knocked off his sister's hand in anger, and sat up straight. The sofa followed his movements and bounced. "We still have a lot of knowledge that has not been dug up, so you can stay..."

"Don't be childish in Ian. I used to think Ifamoni is the best magic school, but when you see the city flying in the sky and the ones about to fly up... I understand that we are really not... I just want to bring them back to the United States now." Jessica bit her lip and tried to convince her younger brother who became a little extreme again. "Also, just like Uncle Leonard said, don't mix with the people of Graves again... At the beginning, I thought what they said made sense, but when you think about what they did, they just made the situation in the United States dry up. They were more like saying something big and empty, saying something that the people like to hear. Those actions are not good for the development of the United States... Instead, they turned us into an isolated country... Think about it, if it were the kind of good relationship between the United States and Britain a few years ago... Our Ifamoni also became a floating city..."

"But that's someone else's gift, not our own!" Ian said dissatisfiedly, "Do we need to betray our dignity for this?"

"Apart from making friends with the UK, it does not make any harsh demands, right? We also have our own strengths. I heard that British students also learn to cast Vagado's eliminated gestures to make up for the shortcomings of the European system of being too difficult, without a stick casting, so that wizards who are not talented will not completely lose their ability to cast spells without losing their wands. Others have never been rejected from learning things from other countries. Why do we reject those who learn the strengths of Britain?" Jessica hugged her younger brother and turned his head straight to look at him. "Ian... Stop going to the Blind Pig Bar and fooling around with them... This makes you blind... Just as Uncle Leonard said, you are not suitable to be in politics. You might as well resign and go to the UK to learn something with me. This is more meaningful. We have never been separated since we were young..."

Ian seemed to shake for a few seconds, but finally turned his face aside and did not look directly at my sister's eyes that were beginning to become disappointed: "Your door key time is coming soon, go quickly, ask Uncle Leonard for me and tell him that our previous quarrel will not affect my feelings for him..."

Jessica sighed, she let go of her brother, waved at him, then dragged her suitcase into the fireplace-she would go to her Uncle Leonard to join him, who would personally use the door key to send her to England for a transfer, and then go to the Floating City to hand her to his friend Flivie.

As the green light in the fireplace passed in a flash, the perfume smell on Jessica was still there in the living room, but there was no trace of Jessica. Ian, who seemed a little lonely, stood up, kicked away the chair, and came to the fireplace to grab a handful of Flood powder.

"Blind Pig Bar."

Without passing through the bar, he used his cat's eyes to observe the visiting customers to decide whether to allow them to enter to make things difficult. As a regular visitor, he walked out of the fireplace inside the bar and came to this bar that seemed to be shrouded in smoke all year round.

"The phoenix tears fell like rain and turned into pearls. When the dragon captured his favorite girl, Billy Viggo also forgot to fly. When his lover left him, even the unicorn lost its long horns. Even the eagle felt lonely because the girl he loved deeply had left. This is the story I know - Ah, love makes the beast uneasy, whether it is dangerous or gentle, with ups and downs of wings and furs, all of which make us crazy because of love." (Author's note)

: Music online address, B station number BV1Ns411s72b; this episode was personally conducted by screenwriter Rowling, which is said to be the first time JK Rowling has created a song for a movie. This song, which incorporates jazz elements, expresses broken love by describing the unusual actions of magical creatures. The song is performed by Emmie Joy Green, a less-known 28-year-old British female singer.)

The bar resident music "Blind Pig" that reveals a strong and charming atmosphere continues, but it is no longer a mixed-race goblin singing, but it is just a vocalist that flows out in a low voice as the background sound.

The walls covered with slogans and news that criticized Britain for violating secrets laws, being too domineering and being punished by state sanctions, have now been replaced by a brand new rogue act on resistance against Britain, describing itself as a victim of betrayal of other countries has become a new focus of publicity.

The most obvious one is the avatar of Alan Harris, which was blackened and adapted. His eyes were drawn up and almost flew out of his eye sockets, looking at the trophys greedily.

Compared to before, there were many more goblins in the underground bar opened by this fairy. They held their wine glasses and gathered with these Grevis worshippers, cursing Britain and Harris loudly, and making giggles that could not be stopped because of the special effect of the strong wine.

On the narrow stage, the singing stage, which was previously a resident of a mixed-race goblin singer, was also converted into a podium.

A short curly haired wizard stood on the stage to give a speech. He spoke in a hurry and waved the newspaper in his hand with a thrilling voice. He looked a little excited. The wizards surrounded by him could take beer and drink it from the tray in the hands of the short fairy waiter wearing black tuxedo and small stature. This place has become the base camp of American nationalism, and people give speeches here every night.

"Hey, Ian, it looks like you're not in high spirits tonight. Is there anything going on?" Farth Grevis came out of the dark side hall. His dress looked much more steady and mature than the wizard in the bar, and his hairstyle changed. His short black hair, about a tiny inch long, formed a pointed point in front of his forehead, and his thick and black eyebrows were tall and straight under the nose. With the tight jawline and clear contours, he looked very determined.

The formerly popular Ministry of Magic official came over very well and handed Ian a glass of red amber drink: "Try it? My friend got me a bottle of Ogden's aged flame whiskey, which is said to be from a dead betrayer, but it did not affect its taste."

Ian took the wine glass, took a big sip without making a sound, muffled his head and took a big sip. The excellent taste and hot feeling made the wine seem to give people courage, allowing Ian, who has no preference or research on wine, to understand the origin of its name.

Grevis sat quietly with him for a while and just continued to drink for him. Seeing that his body had relaxed a little due to the effect of alcohol, he asked softly: "I thought it was Jessica who was leaving today to make you feel bad, but you seemed to be more troubled by this. My friend, some things will be much easier to say... Could it be that Leonard tried to stop you because of his misunderstanding of me?"
Chapter completed!