The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

The air pressure field came down instantly under the action of magic.

The representatives of the French Ministry of Magic who were sitting across from Link and Dumbledore were cursing with excitement one second ago, but the next moment, they were all like ducks with their necks caught, and their voices stopped abruptly. Stopped, and even the whole person fell on the seat, clutching his chest, looking suffocated.

On the first seat of the long table, old Harris, who was still communicating with Ieta, frowned.

Because in the entire restaurant, only representatives of the French Ministry of Magic had such a situation.

The rest of the people, even he, who was very close to the group of representatives, didn't feel any abnormality.

This is kind of scary.

As for Link Foley, they had an in-depth investigation.

So it is also very clear that Link Foley, as a wizard who has stepped out of the legendary realm, has the ability to control the atmosphere.

But according to the information, shouldn't this ability be a kind of enchantment-type large-scale restriction magic?

When was he able to control the effect in such a small area?

Is this how Link Foley's power has improved a lot in this period of time?

Or is it that their intelligence agency of the International Federation of Wizards is insufficient?

Old Harris was full of doubts.

At this time, Link's eyes slowly swept across the faces on the opposite side, which were in extreme pain due to difficulty in breathing. After a long time, he said lightly:

"Actually, we really can't do anything about the fact that the number of delegates we sent is too small. You know, after the reorganization of the Ministry of Magic in the country, the productivity and creative enthusiasm that had been accumulated in the past have all exploded this year. This has caused the entire Ministry of Magic to develop at a high speed. Along with it, there are a series of problems that need to be solved urgently. For example, the tax problem after Gringotts was nationalized, as well as various immigrants and foreign businessmen. reception management issues.

Oh, by the way, among these people, immigrants and businessmen from the French magic circle occupy a large proportion.

I have been in contact with some of them, and they told me that under the management of the French Ministry of Magic, the French magic world has become a rotten water, without the slightest vitality and hope, the ordinary wizards living there, only It can be said that it is lingering.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

What I want to say is that after the reorganization of the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom, it has become a new generation of Yaoyang.

In the process of gradually climbing to the peak, our officials are always busy, and there are always countless problems and tasks waiting for them to complete.

The people simply don't want to see them leave their unfinished jobs behind and go abroad.

Therefore, even if it is a meeting hosted and held by the International Federation of Wizards, only a small number of people can be sent to attend the meeting.

And your French Ministry of Magic is different.

Your Ministry of Magic, and indeed the entire wizarding world, is rotten.

In such an environment, officials should be very relaxed, or even idle, right?

In fact, the people are eager to get out of here, even if they just go abroad for a few days, so that they can breathe for a while.

In this way, it is easy to understand that you have brought so many officials here. "

Link's words weren't too vicious in the ears of others.

But at this moment, it was like a nail, stabbed into the hearts of the officials of the French Ministry of Magic on the opposite side.

They struggled to prop themselves up from the seats, as if they wanted to say something.

The head of the French Minister of Magic, even blushed with anger, almost fainted.

But the powerful air pressure field tightened their hearts again, causing them to collapse weakly.

Link just looked at them so quietly, with mockery on his face.

Even if they bring a lot of people, what if the voice is loud?

Under Link's suppression, they couldn't say a word, they could only stare blankly.

"Oh, what is this doing?"

Just when the minister of the French Ministry of Magic looked like he was about to suffocate, the old Harris in the main seat finally got up and said, "Let them go, Mr. Link Foley, they have already received the punishment they deserved. "

Link glanced at Old Harris, sneered, and waved his hand to lift his barrier.

The representatives of the French Ministry of Magic breathed a sigh of relief in a physical sense.

The leaders of them seemed to be really angry, and wanted to ignore what they were saying with their bellows-like chest, but old Harris stared at them and said:

"The banquet should have the appearance of a banquet. What we are doing now is just a luncheon for the phantom guests. As for the rest of the formal discussion, let's leave it to the real meeting after the luncheon!"

The French representatives he had said these words sat back again, all with ugly expressions on their faces.

But old Harris seemed to be unaware, he changed his smile and continued:

"Come on, it's time to serve. In order to welcome all the guests this time, we have carefully prepared the delicacies of the lower realms. I hope you can enjoy it!"

"Nether Realm?"

Link raised his brows and said in confusion.

"This is what they call the ground. As for the people who live on the ground, they are called people from the lower world."

Siegefan leaned into Link's ear and explained softly.

"Then what do they call themselves? People from the upper realm?"

"No, although the meaning is similar, but they prefer to call themselves people from heaven."

"what-"

When Link heard this, he almost couldn't help laughing, and said sarcastically, "Why aren't they called Tianlong people!"

Skeffen obviously didn't know what Tianlong people meant.

But in the current context, he can also roughly understand that Tianlongren should be a word with deeper meaning than Tianjieren, and sneered:

"After so many years, they really haven't changed at all,"

Link didn't say a word, just gave Scoffin a deep look.

At this moment, Sigeffen was filled with a strong hatred all over his body, and this emotion was so intense that it almost choked his nose.

At the same time, under the order of old Harris, various delicacies appeared on the table in front of everyone.

First and foremost is the variety of bread.

They were packed in small bamboo baskets and placed in front of each guest.

Then there are all kinds of meat.

Most of them are barbecue, and the overall shape still exists.

For example, roasted whole fat chicken, pigeon, deer leg, etc.

Among them, the most arrogant one was placed in the center of the long table, which should be the head of a wild boar used as the main dish.

Its overall length exceeds two meters, and the height also reaches one meter or more.

Although Link also understands that the heads of wild boars are usually much larger than that of domestic pigs, and even some wild boars take up one-third of the entire body with a single head.

But with such a big head, it can be seen that this wild boar should have been a giant before his death.

As an embellishment, a lot of fruits and lettuce are arranged on and around the huge pig head.

These are also the only greens on the table.

Link really didn't know what to say about this.

Because in terms of the style of the dishes, this is a typical medieval aristocratic dinner.

The ingredients are precious, but the production level is crude, the pursuit is the visual impact, and strive to give people a sense of arrogance and luxury.

As for the taste.

Link doesn't feel very good.

That kind of roasted fat chicken and pig's head, if you can fully taste it, it will be a ghost.

"Eyeta, please help us share the meal, I can't wait. Although it's a little greasy, I haven't enjoyed the delicacies of the lower world like this for a long time."

Old Harris rubbed his hands together and spoke impatiently.

Hearing that, Yieta also walked over with a smile. With the help of magic, she took the pig's head in the center of the dining table to a small cart on the side, then took a knife and cut off the pig's nose with great effort. It was cut into two pieces and placed on the dinner plates of Link and the French Minister of Magic.

"This is a noble dining etiquette in the 16th century. The wild boar head was a dish for hospitality at that time, and it was quite precious. Usually, they would first take off the nose of the wild boar head and distribute it to the most distinguished guests."

Dumbledore looked at the pig nose on Link's dinner plate and said, "This is already a very high-level courtesy. When I came here a few times before, I didn't get this kind of treatment."

While listening to Dumbledore's explanation, Link also looked at the pig's nose in front of him.

Thanks to the original size of the pig's head, this half of the pig's nose is also huge, almost as big as Link's face.

But the problem is also serious.

The pig's nasal cavity does not seem to have been cleaned.

Link even saw some short, brittle hairs in those two wide nostrils.

Generally speaking, these hairs should not exist if they were poked in and cleaned with a red-hot iron rod.

Moreover, Yieta didn't wear gloves when he was just dividing the meat. As long as he thought that Yieta was still flirting with old Harris before, Link lost interest in the pig nose in front of him.

"That's right, then get rid of you and help me eliminate it."

Link said nonchalantly, and exchanged the plate containing the pig's nose with Dumbledore's empty plate.

"Really?" Dumbledore was somewhat surprised, "Are you sure?"

Link smiled and nodded, and Dumbledore started eating with relish.

Judging from the expression alone, the smell of the pig's nose seems to be really good.

On the other hand, the French Minister of Magic, who was opposite them, ate even more urgently.

This urgency is not because of how messy and rude he eats. On the contrary, his dining etiquette is quite standard, at least more than Link's standard.

The problem is that he eats too fast.

A large piece of pig's nose was nibbled clean by him in just a few minutes, and he licked his lips when he was finished, as if he was still not satisfied.

Seeing this, Old Harris laughed and said:

"Looks like it suits your taste, Mr. Minister."

"It's natural, Mr. Harris." The French Minister of Magic wiped his mouth and said gracefully, "I can only enjoy such delicious food here. It's my great honor."

"Then you can eat more. It's my honor to make you feel comfortable."

Old Harris said with a smile, then turned his eyes to Link's side, glanced at the pig's nose on Dumbledore's dinner plate, and continued calmly, "In order for you to have a better understanding of each other, I will do my best. It is possible to reach positive cooperation, and this meeting will last for several days. During this period, you can also take a good look here, which is a preferential treatment for you.”

"Oh! This is really great!" The French Minister of Magic stood up and saluted excitedly, "It has always been a dream of mine to visit the famous heaven. With Merlin on top, the civilization in this sky city is like a dazzling light. The gem of , radiates the most dazzling light in the world. And today, I can embrace this gem, which is really…”

The French Minister of Magic was a little choked up after saying that.

Old Harris was also deeply moved, and quickly got up to comfort him.

The two of them continued to talk like this for a while, and then the French Minister of Magic calmed down, sat back in his seat, and gave Link a provocative look.

It was as if he had achieved something remarkable.

Old Harris, on the other hand, seemed to have heard the compliments from the French Minister of Magic, and he still had a bit of an unfinished mind. He turned his head and looked at Link again and said:

"And what about Mr. Link Foley? What do you think the celestial world is like? How does it compare to the lower world?"

"You mean this sky city?"

Link took a bite of the bread in his hand and said, "It's not bad, it's rather novel."

"Novelty, indeed, the things here are indeed not found in the lower realm. As a person who came here for the first time, it is normal for you to have a new feeling."

Old Harris said, "Of course, if you want to immigrate to live here, it's not impossible. It just needs to meet some necessary conditions, such as promoting some important laws, or magic in the Nether. 20 years in office. Your predecessor, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, was almost done, and it's a pity that he made such a wrong move at the last moment."

"Uh, you may have misunderstood a bit." Link shook his head and said, "I don't actually want to..."

"Speaking of this, what I want to say is that I have met the conditions for the length of time in power!"

Gu Leng </span> The French Minister of Magic on the opposite side suddenly interrupted, "I have been re-elected as Minister of Magic for three consecutive terms, and this year is my 21st year in power! And this year's election, I have not Going to attend. I will be ceding the position of French Minister of Magic to a young man.

He is not like Mr. Link Foley who is standing before us now.

He is truly talented!

Of course, the most important point is that he firmly upholds the Secrecy Law!

I believe he will lead the French Ministry of Magic into a new future!

And after that, my family will come to the heaven to settle down!

I am very happy and excited about this. The culture and prosperity of Sky City is nothing short of a miracle! "

"Is this true? Damn, I didn't even notice this!"

Hearing this, Old Harris hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the French Minister of Magic, and said enthusiastically, "According to our immigration bill, the outstanding political talents introduced through the governing regulations will be concentrated in the Tianfu Road community, where it is also mine. Residence! Peter, can I call you that? After all, we're going to be neighbors in the near future!"

"Of course! Mr. Harris, this is my honor! Whether it's to be your neighbor, or to be called by your first name!"

"Mr. Link Foley, what about you?"

"Me? Of course, of course you can call me by my name, it doesn't matter."

"No no no—"

Old Harris waved his hands again and again and said, "What I want to ask is, what do you think of immigrants entering the heaven? But I'm also very happy that you can let me call them by their first names. After all, some young people now have real thoughts. It's extreme. It's like a powder keg, something that seems so commonplace to us, seems like a deadly offense to them, and makes them just explode!"

While talking, old Harris also glanced at Skeffen for a day, his eyes full of contempt.

Siegefan also stared at him without fear, and where the two eyes met, it was as if an invisible fire was shooting out.

But at this moment, Link turned sideways, inserted into the sight of the two and said:

"It's better to immigrate. I still think it will be better on the ground."

"Oh! Stupid!"

The French Minister of Magic said disdainfully, and the French officials next to him all had similar expressions.

Some were even furious.

For them, the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards, which is the sky city where they are now, has become a belief.

Old Harris waved his hand to stop the officials who wanted to slap the case, and said suspiciously:

"Link, why do you think like this? Is it because of your family and friends? It doesn't matter, we can actually relax some conditions appropriately for talents like you.

For example, the implementation of important laws. In fact, this mediation meeting can also be regarded as one of them. As long as we can reach a perfect consensus on this motion, you can actually obtain immigration qualifications by exception.

Not only that, but you can also share this power with your family or friends by making donations.

But it should be noted that there are only 5 places you can recommend.

This is quite a favorable condition! "

For this, Link believed.

Because the representatives of the French Ministry of Magic, who were still angry at the side, were all stunned at the moment.

They stared blankly at old Harris with disbelief in their eyes.

Sky City, or the summary of the immigration conditions at the headquarters of the International Wizarding Federation, is to make a contribution.

There are many things that can achieve this "contribution".

Among so many people here, there are also many people who have gone bankrupt and are willing to give everything for this.

After all, that is the heaven!

But even so, only Dumbledore and the recent Minister of Magic of France are the only ones who have really obtained immigration qualifications.

The difference between the two is that the French Minister of Magic has the same thoughts as most normal wizards, and is eager to immigrate to the heavenly realm.

And Dumbledore wasn't interested at all.

However, it is understandable, after all, Dumbledore's ideals in his life were all on Hogwarts.

Giving up the chance to go to Sky City for Hogwarts can be called great.

But what about Link Foley?

Does he not understand what Sky City represents?

Or is he too young to understand what Sky City is?

Yes, that should be the case.

It must be so!

The eerie silence continued in the huge dining room.

In the end, old Harris coughed, pulling everyone back from their complicated thoughts.

"Link, I want to ask you a question." Old Harris said with a sullen face, "Do you really understand what the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards, or in other words, Sky City, is?"

"Of course I understand. In a sense, this is equivalent to the wizards' promise ark, which can be used to escape from a huge disaster, right?"

"Noah's Ark? Interesting, but I don't like this title, it's the myth of Muggles, not our wizards."

"But you can't deny that Sky City has the same function as Noah's Ark."

Old Harris was silent.

Magic is not a so-called superstition.

The wizards actually knew that the earth is round long ago, and through astrology, they understood the relationship between the earth, the sun, the moon and even thousands of other stars.

Therefore, the International Federation of Wizards is indeed doing its best to develop space technology in Sky City.

This is not only for escaping from Muggles, but also for the abundant resources in outer space.

At present, the magical resources on the earth have basically been exhausted.

Even now, the Ministry of Magic is beginning to protect the ecological resources of the jurisdiction.

But the consumption of those non-renewable resources is still unsolvable.

What about outer space?

According to the study of meteorites, alchemists have been certain that there are a large number of rare magic resources known and unknown to wizards in outer space.

Once these resources are available, it is foreseeable that wizards will be able to move to a whole new level.

And all this is actually not a secret in the high-level circles close to the International Wizarding Federation.

That's why the delegations from the French Ministry of Magic are so eager to immigrate to Sky City.

This is to leave a hope for future generations.

At the same time, the International Federation of Wizards also needs these wizards to provide research funds and various rare resources.

Looking at it now, Link seems to know this too.

But since that's the case, why would Link refuse so bluntly?

Seemingly seeing old Harris' doubts, Link continued:

"Mr Harris, how long has it been since you visited Muggle cities and news for yourself?"

When old Harris heard the words, he was stunned for a moment, but then he said:

"As the core of the implementation and maintenance of the Statute of Secrecy by the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards, we pay close attention to the Muggle world."

"Then you should know that the current Muggle society has developed to a terrifying level of civilization. To put it bluntly, if you put aside magic, which Muggles cannot understand, Sky City will be prosperous and scale. , nothing compared to the big Muggle cities."

Link said with a smile, "There are indeed many large-scale buildings in Sky City. Relying on magic, wizards do have a considerable advantage in construction, so that wizards even built tall buildings in such a small area of ​​Sky City. The effect of shading the sky and the sun is really rare. But according to my observations, the tallest building in Sky City should be the headquarters of the International Wizarding Federation in the center of the city. It should be about 300 meters, right? But the Muggle world is currently under construction The tallest Petronas Twin Towers has 88 floors, with a total height of 452 meters and a roof height of 407 meters.

Not to mention things like airships and brooms.

To be honest, these things are a little more novel than the way they are implemented. There are completely alternative ways in Muggle society, and a large part of them are even more efficient and beautiful than what Sky City is currently using.

Oh yes, and population.

The population in Sky City should only be around 10,000, right? or less? In the Muggle world, even a district in the city can't be rated.

I remember that the Minister of the French Ministry of Magic mentioned the culture of Sky City before, right?

What did you call this culture at the time?

Bright? great?

what!

What kind of culture can a mere 10,000 people produce?

In this sky city, I'm afraid there won't be even the most basic cultural conflict, right?

I even suspect that a large part of this culture is all derived from plagiarism and plagiarism from Muggle culture.

Otherwise, how could the women's clothes I saw on the huge advertising projection outside the window look so similar to the ones my mother and fiancee bought in Paris last year?

Even the colors are exactly the same.

tsk tsk...

The work of fashion designers in Sky City is really easy! "

Listening to Link's description, many people turned their heads and looked out the window.

From their angle, they could just see the huge magic projection advertisement that Link said.

The witch above is wearing a robe with a strange shape to the extreme. Even if you look at the strange dressing habits of wizards, this can be said to be strange.

But now Link actually said that this was copied from Muggle clothing?

When did Muggles become so weird?

This idea flashed in everyone's mind, and then came anger.

Link was right about one thing.

That is, Sky City was placed in the hearts of these high-level wizards, just like Noah's Ark was placed in the Muggle of the great flood disaster.

This is not just a giant boat that can be rescued.

Rather, faith!

Now Link has slandered their beliefs!

How dare he!

For a time, the faces of the representatives of the French Ministry of Magic flushed red.

Some people have even drawn out their wands under the leadership of the French Auror Minister, only to allow the situation to escalate further and directly extinguish the outspoken Link Foley in front of him!

"Commissioner Link Foley."

Old Harris spoke again, and his voice became a little cold, "It seems that you have a high regard for the Muggle society, so do you think what we are doing now is wrong?"

As soon as these words came out, the representatives of the French Ministry of Magic, who were still furious, were stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

Dumbledore, who was sitting beside Link, also had a condensed expression.

This question is really ill-intentioned.

This is to put a big hat on Link's head that is close to Muggles and dislikes the Secrecy Act.

Even, push Link to the opposite of the entire wizarding community.

If Link's answer is not good, then the subsequent mediation meeting does not need to be held. The International Federation of Wizards will immediately call the Ministry of Magic all over the world to encircle Link, just like how it dealt with Grindelwald.

However, when Link heard this, he just smiled lightly.

It was as if the question asked by old Harris was extremely stupid.

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