svetikya Chapter 144 Two Batches of Aurors
Chapter 144 Two Batches of Aurors
Chapter 144 Two Batches of Aurors
Louis Evans lifted his hands from the keyboard, recalling that dreamlike experience, which once made him believe that he had won Merlin's favor.
Not everyone can receive guidance when they pray to Merlin!
Whether or not it was Merlin's guidance, it means that there must be a supernatural force related to Merlin behind it!
Not necessarily. Given that he had read through the entire global mythological genealogy at that time, anyone could have saved him.
Louis felt somewhat guilty; his actions could be considered blasphemous.
Known: While praying to Merlin, I was suddenly saved by a supernatural phenomenon, which is suspected to be from magic.
Hypothesis: Magic exists, Merlin exists.
Question: Do the gods in mythology also exist?
A related question: Why am I still alive?
Louis didn't dare to think about it further and hurriedly skipped the topic, then continued posting online.
In the forum, many people are sharing stories, some true and some false.
There are still some specialized personnel, such as those from official intelligence agencies who have been temporarily called back to work overtime, who are comparing and analyzing each case to pinpoint the correct events.
Although successive French presidents have had some connection with the French Ministry of Magic, the current president is bound to make a response to the public witnessing of this incident.
At the same time, he was also very curious about the magical world, and even more curious about the fact that wizards in the magical world suddenly stopped adhering to their principle of seclusion and began to perform magic in public.
In his few meetings with the Minister of Magic, he had heard the minister mention that a wizard who wanted to break the rules of the Masquerade and the Law of Secrecy had tried to set all of Paris on fire. If it hadn't been stopped by many powerful wizards, Paris would be in ruins now.
But now—does this situation mean that the wizard has returned?
The contemporary president shuddered. He rose and walked to the window, gazing at the bustling city outside, the traffic and the throngs of people. This country, where fashion and elegance coexisted, was like heaven on earth; it was hard to imagine what kind of person could burn it to the ground.
"My term isn't over yet—if we're really going to cause trouble, let's wait another two years!"
Arthur Weasley was easy to find; he was at home reading the newspaper when the Aurors told him that Minister Fudge wanted to have a chat with him.
Arthur readily agreed.
However, it took the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic a long time to find clues about Ralvin and the others.
So these dutiful Aurors traveled across the country to France to convey the instructions of their most "respected" minister.
However, as soon as they set foot on French magical soil, they encountered a group of colleagues from the French Ministry of Magic.
These colleagues were on their way to find the wizard who performed magic in front of a large group of Muggles.
The Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic were still marveling at the poor security in France, where wizards dared to cast spells in public—this was outrageous! The noble British gentlemen would never make such a mistake!
Of course, you can't say this to someone's face, otherwise it would be like telling the police that there are thieves rampant in your jurisdiction, which would be too embarrassing.
So, the two greeted each other politely and went about their own business.
Then·-
They met at the entrance to their destination.
Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic: What a coincidence, you're here looking for someone too!
Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic: Yes, the person you're looking for is here too?
They went upstairs together. They walked together and stopped at the door of a private room.
The two groups of people looked at each other.
"Is the person you're looking for here too?"
"Could it be that we're looking for the same group of people?"
The Auror from the British Ministry of Magic shook his head frantically: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Although Director Larvin and the Minister are at odds, and although Director Larvin and the Minister are currently locked in a power struggle.
However, Director Larvin is a true English gentleman, a noble and elegant elite wizard, and would never violate the secrecy law!
"Hmm?" The French Aurors questioned, choosing to knock on the door.
The original plan was to simply push the door open and make the arrest, but seeing that colleagues from the neighboring allies were also there, it was necessary to demonstrate the excellent law enforcement style of the French Ministry of Magic to their colleagues from the neighboring allies, so a simple and crude method could not be adopted.
Upon hearing the invitation to come in from inside, French Auror opened the door, only to find that his British colleagues seemed even more excited than he was, and they immediately tried to squeeze inside.
The first person to go in made some stammering "ah ah oh oh" sounds, and then went silent.
The second person who went in also made some stammering "ah" and "oh" sounds, and then he too fell silent.
The French colleagues felt that these people were not professionally trained, as their emotions fluctuated so much.
So they rushed forward.
So they started saying ah, oh, oh.
Inside the room, a group of young people and several elderly people were chatting.
Although I don't recognize two of them, Dumbledore's "old man" face is a household name.
This is a living, breathing Dumbledore!
They actually appeared here!
The head of the Auror office at the French Ministry of Magic, having just regained his composure, suddenly realized that one of the three old men looked familiar.
The old man seemed to have a portrait of this old man enshrined in his home. It appeared that his great-grandfather's generation had worshipped this portrait because his great-grandfather had received great favors from this old man, which enabled him to establish their family's fortune.
Nicolas Flamel!
A legend in the French and even global magical world! A figure who can already be considered a myth!
This big shot is here too!
The head of France-Oro's office was breathing heavily, and he almost fainted.
"Master Nicolas Flamel, hello! Headmaster Dumbledore, hello! And this old gentleman, hello." He composed himself and bowed respectfully.
With that greeting.
Those who hadn't quite caught their breath before came to their senses, and the people behind them realized that there was a big shot in the room.
So everyone bowed in unison, like a mafia boss on a procession.
"Greetings, Master! Greetings, Principal! Greetings, Teacher!"
The sound reverberates throughout the area, especially without protection.
How terrifying! It seems that highly educated wizards hold a very high social status in the magical world. During the banquet, several elderly gentlemen arrived, and Nava was fortunate enough to join their conversation. She discovered that each of these gentlemen would be a remarkable figure, a prodigy, in the ordinary world.
Therefore, her perception of the magical world became increasingly positive. After all, what she saw were the elite of the elite, a group of talented individuals, which naturally raised her expectations for the magical world.
Raising expectations is one thing, but what's happening before her eyes is quite another. She stared in shock at the scene before her; she had heard a friend describe a similar situation before.
The friend claimed he witnessed such a procession ritual in a place called the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Damn it, aren't they the headmaster of a magic school and an alchemy master?
Why does it look so savvy?
Nava was completely baffled.