Chapter 12: Beauxbatons Destroyed?

Paris. Ping

District Six,

Furstenberg Square.

As the entrance to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic, it is very busy with people coming and going.

Henry Abell, the Minister of Magic, surrounded by a group of wizards, stood in front of a tree in the center of the square, waiting for the elevator to enter the lobby.

Abel also held a copy of the "Paris Daily" in his hand, and the headline was about his condolences to the national team members who were about to compete in the Quidditch World Cup.

There is also a photo in the newspaper, which is a photo of Abel and the team members. He is small and standing in the middle, surrounded by seven big men.

Except for him, the minister, who is white, everyone else is black. Ping

One white and seven black...very eye-catching.

In the distance, a red-haired wizard walked up. When he saw the minister, he greeted the minister warmly:

"Hey Henry, are you back with your condolences?"

"Yeah, Bird."

"How was it?" Bird smiled and said, "I read in the newspaper that you even played a friendly match with them?"

"Don't mention it." Abel sighed: "I was given fifty-eight balls by them. Those gangsters really tortured me."

Bird twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that these national team members really have no discernment. Ping

The Ministry of Magic organized an intra-department competition. As a chaser, how often did the Minister not score more than a dozen balls and win the championship easily?

"Can the French Quidditch team win the championship this year?" Bird asked again.

"It's very difficult." Abel shook his head and said:

"It's okay for these old black men to play Muggle football, but playing Quidditch doesn't rely much on the body. It mainly relies on skills and brains. They are really close."

In the last World Cup, the French team was in the top 16 and was eliminated by the Vietnamese team. In the end, the British newspaper next door even nicknamed the French team...Vietnamese Prisoners.

If you can reach the semi-finals this year, it will be considered a success!

The two chatted about the Quidditch World Cup and then discussed the upcoming International Federation of Wizards Conference. Ping

"I don't know which wizard will be elected president in this election." Albert said: "I just sent the delegation off to board the floating dragon boat yesterday."

"Most likely it's Dumbledore, right?" Bird guessed: "He is the wizard I admire most."

"Among those hateful British guys, I like Newt Scamander best. He saved Paris from Grindelwald." Abel said with a smile:

"I was only seven years old at the time, and the coverage in all the newspapers that day left a deep impression on me."

"But Newt Scamander didn't run, right?" Bird wondered.

"No, so I asked Stambaugh to vote for Babajide Akinbade." Abel said in a low voice.

"Isn't Ajinbad an African wizard?" Ping

"Just because you are African, you are one of our own." Abel said with a proud smile: "Most African wizards have immigrated to France."

"That's what I was going to say." Bird said with worry:

“I looked at statistics and found that less than 40% of French wizards’ births this year are white, and most of the rest are black.

I'm really afraid that one day a group of dark-skinned wizards will say to our children, 'Get out of France, this is the land our ancestors protected.' "

Bird was worried that the Gallic rooster would turn into a Gallic Silkie.

Abel patted Bird on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay. I believe in the wisdom of future generations and they will handle this balance."

The elevator came, and a few people walked in, and soon entered an art-style hall. On the vaulted ceiling, there were a large number of constellation patterns painted in the shape of magical animals. Ping

Passing through the front hall and coming to the central hall, looking from a distance, a huge statue is placed in the most conspicuous position.

The statue features the iconic elements of the French tricolor, cockade and Phrygian cap.

There is also a row of French mottos under the statue: Incanté, Envouté, Conjuré!

Meaning...casting spells, casting spells, summoning.

"Mr. Minister, you are finally here." A witch hurried over and said impatiently: "Something big has happened!"

"Tarot, how many times have I told you, always be calm during big events."

Abel looked at his secretary and scolded him with a straight face: "How unbecoming of you to make such a fuss!" Ping

"but……"

"No but, I don't want to see you in such a panic again, calm your breathing first!"

Taro was silent for ten seconds, and then Abel asked, "Okay, what happened?"

"The Ministry of Magic just detected that the floating dragon boat escorting representatives from various countries to Berlin..." Tarot paused and said: "It fell from the sky."

"..."

Abel's face turned pale instantly, his chest heaved up and down, and he breathed quickly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Taro felt aggrieved and was about to retort when Abel asked again: "How is the situation now?!" Ping

"I asked the Floo Network Administration to contact the wizard on the ship and tried to set up a temporary Floo Network, but I couldn't get in touch."

"Send rescue immediately," Abel said.

"But how to rescue it?" Taro asked doubtfully: "That is a floating dragon ship. We can't let Auror ride a broomstick and use a levitation spell to prevent it from falling."

Abel was speechless. He paced slowly and asked, "Where is the ship now?"

"Above the Pyrenees Mountains." Taro said.

Abel breathed a sigh of relief. The Pyrenees Mountains are not a crowded place. Even if it really fell from a height of 10,000 meters, it would probably not affect the Muggle city.

It is possible that it could cross the border and fall into Spain. That would have nothing to do with the French Ministry of Magic. 爯

Rotta seemed to know what Abel was thinking. She reminded him:

"Minister, judging from the current position, the ship is likely to fall into Beauxbatons School of Magic."

"..."

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At Beauxbatons School of Magic,

Madame Maxime was organizing a meeting for the teachers to discuss participating in the Triwizard Tournament when she received the news of evacuation from the Ministry of Magic. 环

She walked out of the office and looked towards the sky, looking for the figure of the floating dragon ship.

Someone suddenly opened his mouth wide, pointed to the far west of the sky, and after coming to his senses, he hurriedly shouted: "Look, look, there!"

In the sky, something really broke through the clouds and fell down.

Although the falling speed was extremely fast, because it was too high from the ground, anyone who accidentally looked over there could see this shocking and spectacular scene.

It was like a comet, rushing towards the earth at a rapid speed, and it was clearly visible through the rushing clouds, like a long scratch on the blue sky.

Maxim stood there stupidly, staring at the sky in amazement.

Next school year, she was going to take her students to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. 环

What's the point of participating? The school is going to be gone!

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