Chapter 1163： ?Hepatobiliary

On the Champ de Mars in Paris, France, on the southern bank of the Seine River, over the Eiffel Tower in France, a large cloud of dark clouds shrouded in a large area. There are very few Muggles nearby who go out today with umbrellas. This group is predicted by the weather forecast. The heavy rain brought by the cumulonimbus cloud never fell to the ground after a few consecutive days of misjudgment—in fact, this huge cloud of clouds has been suspended to the Hogwarts City of France for a friendly visit, and it has been displayed brilliantly. Neither the Muggles in Paris nor the Muggle satellites can detect its existence on any medium.

On this iron tower, which is called the "observation deck of the capital" because of its upper, middle, and lower three-story observation decks, on the highest stand that is 274 meters above the ground with 1,655 second-level stairs After a few days of friendly discussions with representatives of the British and French Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Company, today, a signing ceremony is in progress for all new contracts reached.

Under the premise of ensuring that there is no Muggle interruption, the French wizards believe that this is the most suitable place for friends to see from afar. It will make people feel that the noisy Paris suddenly calms down and becomes a huge map. The avenues and alleys draw countless lines of different widths. All of Paris is at your feet, and when you have a clear view during the day, you can look sixty kilometers away.

And in this bird’s-eye view, there are countless flags printed with the motto "cast, cast, summon" representing the French Ministry of Magic and the flags representing the three colors of the British Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella Company, wrapping around the entire seat. In Paris, these huge things seem to be floating around the city in disorder.

At this time, there are no Muggles from under the iron tower to the Palace of Xiayou. This place has been occupied by French wizards who have determined the time and location of the rally from the flags that these Muggles turned a blind eye to-because this is going on. In a small review, three enslaved gems control the Hesheti black dragons from Britain. Under the control of the umbrella wizard sitting behind their necks, they fly out of the dragon caves in the rock mass under the floating city, and fly over the iron tower. Fluttering wings hovered and flew, and from time to time a tongue of flame was sprayed in the air.

After the wizard from the Red Umbrella Department who had come to support it some time ago passed by, the ground shook with neat footsteps.

The team wearing black fur coats made of horned camel skins is obviously stronger than those of their quiet colleagues in ancient robes. These heads are not too bright creatures. After more than two years of training. Compared with the blessings on the potion, under strict education, there is no barbarity and sloppy image. They have no hair under the neat discipline, and contrast these giants with traditional giants, looking like two species.

They were greeted by the faces of extremely excited French wizards. The security brought by the armed forces supporting France made the crowd of wizards onlookers applaud and cheers. The French people cheered and vented. After the fear, I feel safe and secure.

Those elegant witches with local enthusiasm, wearing various hats and red lips, smiled and noisily in the stands at these somewhat old-fashioned umbrella wizards and even handsome witches, winking and looking at each other. Going up with amorous kisses, watched these supporting armed forces enter under the pedestal of the statue in the Champ de Mars-a teleportation point connected to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic in the center of Furstenberg Square.

And the French Aurors did not feel any humiliation at all. These wizards who did not even have uniform but stylishly dressed were obviously happy and relaxed. According to the agreement, the armed forces of these umbrellas will replace them and die. The disciples are on the front line of the battle. Although the command is owned by these British leaders, they will not participate in the daily security work in France, and will be willing to accept additional reasonable tasks assigned by the Ministry of Magic.

After the three fire dragons finally teleported away by lifting the statue base, the officials of the Ministry of Magic of the two countries on the observation deck retreated from the guardrail and reentered the temporarily arranged outdoor conference table-and Owen felt Somewhat embarrassingly, the French Minister of Magic, Juliette Binoche, dressed in a dark blue high-slit long skirt, accompanied her after she took the seat, but it also attracted the admiration and surprise of the wizards of the British Ministry of Magic. Their eyes made them forget to maintain the dignity and education that a gentleman should have.

"Thank you, Minister Harris, if it weren't for your support... the turmoil in our country may continue for a long time, and what frightens me more is not just how reliable your armed forces look, but having such a majestic float. The empty city... can it be built so artistically... it is a treasure of wizards..." This 37-year-old French beauty was in danger after her last minister resigned and took refuge during the raging Voldemort. She has a pair of firm and focused eyes. She is taciturn and rarely laughs, but her closed lips always maintain an elegant smile, which makes people never understand what a mysterious world is in her heart—compared to Fleur or the other witches of the Harris family She is not so beautiful, but she organically combines an elegant temperament with a mysterious temperament.

"When the French Ministry of Magic was treated unfairly in the UK, it could not give up contact with us and help us in the UK. As an friendly country, we encountered some difficulties in not very good at it. As a British magical world who is just good at this Naturally, I won’t just stand by...So, please, Minister Binoche, this is just to help each other as neighbors..."

"You should call me Juliette, I am embarrassed to call you Owen..." Minister Binoche leaned forward with an annoyed expression, and put her hand on Owen's arm naturally. "The French wizarding world, no I am ashamed to be able to help in this embargo storm...Those countries threatened us that if we help Britain change hands and import raw materials from other countries...We in France will also be sanctioned. As I lacked qualifications soon after taking office, it is really difficult to convince me. Fellow wizards who love life take this risk..."

"You can maintain normal trade with us in this situation, which has helped the United Kingdom a lot...Juliet...Huh?!!! Cough!!!" Owen heard the clicking sound coming from his side, turned his head and swept away. After a glance, his expression became a little frightened.

The mild smile of the British Minister of Magic stopped on his face, his eyes protruding like his daughter-in-law sometimes-talking to the bussbarton headmistress Olim Maxim in a tight, slanted purple dress The corner of his mouth turned upside-down, showing a smirk, and his hand was playing with the ingenious magic-modified Olympus XA2 camera he had previously given to the crazy girl .

Owen leaned back abruptly as if he had been electrocuted. He moved his position to the right without worry, and drew a distance from Binoche, whose expression was a little inexplicable, to avoid getting too much perfume on his opponent— —Of course, Owen knows that the female minister in front of him has no extra meaning. These small movements are just the normal habits of the French witch in front of him, but because he is worried that his son and grandson (ZEI) will threaten him with photos, Owen has to Staying vigilant and keeping a distance, this can at least ensure that there is only one photo Allen used to threaten his old father.

I froze for a moment, thinking that the British guy in front of me was too innocent Binoche's confident smile and bent eyes made her look more charming: "Owen, the French magical world is very interested in the new products on Hogwarts floating city. Interested I will let the office list the product order list and quantity, and pre-purchase some cars and float boats...Of course, this is just a benefit for my staff. In terms of delivery time, you Don't worry too much."

"Thank you for the trust and support of the French magical world. I believe that the umbrella products will not disappoint the neighbors. Of course, if your country needs further help on security issues, please do not hesitate to give orders..." Owen said in a tone. Tiger Eyes’ son has become somewhat formulaic-but he knows that the French female minister in front of him has not made any statement under the uncertain situation, but now it seems that he strongly supports the United Kingdom, but actually sees that the United Kingdom is engaged in economic aspects. The reform and the Muggle industry cooperated and predicted that the United Kingdom should be able to escape the restrictions imposed by the embargo. That is why it clearly expressed its support as a kind of compensation for silence before.

"The friendship between our two countries in the magic world will last!" Not only did the French female minister want to molest the innocent British out of misunderstanding, but also because of the British as an external support to ensure her national security, so that she can take a firm position. , Anyway, when she heard the words, she simply leaned out and let Her Highness Moon leave the chair, and gave Owen a warm hug and face-up ceremony.

"Crack! Click! Click!"

The sound of the three cameras made Owen's expression envied by the members of the British Ministry of Magic become distraught.

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