Chapter 532： International Conference of Wizards

Chapter 532-International Conference of Wizards

Shining water jets spurted from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the arrow of the horseman, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the two ears of the house elves. There are ding-dong ding-dong, rattling water, and popping and popping sounds of people who apparate.

There were also the messy footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards. With the lifeless expression on their faces typical of the morning, they strode towards the row of golden gates at the end of the hall.

"This is the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. All guests need to register their wands in front." Fudge said irritably, "Even with my guarantee, these **** links cannot be spared."

George said calmly, "Generally speaking, as long as it can be strictly enforced, these small inconveniences can add a bit of security to the Ministry of Magic, and it is still useful."

He is not the kind of person who is uncomfortable without enjoying privileges. On the contrary, if possible, he would actually prefer to see fair and equal treatment.

George's words calmed Fudge's mood a bit, and he continued to lead the way.

They walked forward slowly following the crowd of people, surrounded by Ministry of Magic staff, some of them were holding piles of crumbling parchment in their arms, some carrying tattered briefcases, and some People read "Daily Prophet" as they walk.

What surprised George a little was that the staff, even when they saw Fudge, had a cold face. They didn't see the anxiety of the leader at all, let alone the enthusiasm to talk about.

"Mr. Soros, please go here," Fudge said softly.

They left the crowd of Ministry staff walking towards the golden gate and walked to the left.

At a table on the left, under a sign that says "Security Check", sits a wizard who wears a peacock blue robe and has a very shaved beard. When they approached, he raised his head and put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

"It's me, and Mr. Soros." Fudge knocked on the table and said impatiently, "Hurry up, please. We have to go to the International Conference of Wizards."

"Good minister." The wizard said slowly.

"Mr. Soros, please register your wand." The wizard said listlessly.

George handed the wand over, and the wizard threw it on a weird brass machine that looked like a single scale balance. The machine began to vibrate slightly. A narrow strip of parchment quickly spit out from a hole in the bottom. The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Twelve and three-quarters of an inch, the wand made of dragon elm and dragon nerves has been used for seven years, right?"

"Yes." George said calmly.

"I'll keep this," the wizard said, poking the parchment paper on a small brass nail.

"It's done, Mr. Soros." The wizard handed his wand back to George.

"Finally it's okay, we should go." Fudge continued to lead the way.

They returned to the flow of people at the golden gate and all the way forward, they passed through a gate to a smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators there, blocked by refined golden gates.

Fudge led George to a less crowded elevator.

With a jingle and click, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden fence door slid slightly open, and everyone walked in.

The fence door slammed shut, the elevator rose slowly, and the chain clicked and rattled. The voice of the woman just now said in an indifferent tone.

"The seventh floor is here, the Magic Sports Department, which contains the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch Alliance, the official Gobstone Club, and the comic product patent office."

The elevator door opened, and outside the door was a chaotic corridor with various Quidditch team posters stumbling on the wall. In the elevator, a wizard holding a flying broom went out and disappeared in the corridor.

The door closed, and the elevator shook slightly and continued to rise. The woman's voice announced: "The sixth floor is here, Magic Transportation Department, including the Floo Network Administration, Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, Door Key Office, and Phantom Visibility Testing Center. "

The elevator door was opened again, and an elderly wizard walked out. At the same time, several light purple paper airplanes swish into the elevator.

"I don't know where there are so many important news in one day." Fudge muttered a little dissatisfied, "The recent paper airplanes are all lavender and dark purple."

The elevator clicked and went up again, and the notes flew around the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.

"The fifth floor is here, the International Magic Cooperation Department, including the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office, and the British Seat of the International Federation of Magicians."

Fudge and George walked out of the elevator. There was a wide corridor outside the door. They walked through the corridor all the way forward, pushing an oak wood door at the end of the corridor.

Behind the oak wood door is an aisle. The doors on both sides of the aisle read, International Magic Trade Standard Association and International Magic Law Office.

They continued to move forward, walked to the end of the aisle, and opened another oak wood door. Behind the door was an empty hall.

"Oh, that's not right." Fudge hurriedly closed the door again.

He closed the oak door again, knocked on the door a few times with his magic wand, said a few words, and then he opened the door again.

At this time, what appeared behind the oak gate was a solemn auditorium.

On the ceiling of the auditorium, bright flags representing the Ministry of Magic of various countries hung.

In the center of the auditorium is a huge round table. In the center of the round table, there is an exquisite magic hourglass. The silver-white hourglass has a warm luster, and the sky blue star sand is dripping slowly.

At this time, there were already many wizards sitting around the round table, all of them wearing gray magic robes, sitting in different countries in turn.

Some of them are whispering, some are closing their eyes and resting.

George and Fudge sat down in a meeting place belonging to the United Kingdom. In their sitting positions, in front of each of them, there was a thick book with a delicate red cover, which was written in large gilded letters.

"List of participants of the International Wizarding Federation."

George gently opened the thick red book, and every page inside was printed with photos and briefs of the participants.

According to the catalog, he first turned to the list of British representatives.

The first representative of Britain is Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore in the photo has a silver beard and silver hair and wears his iconic half-moon glasses.