Things got really messy.
Felix walked out of the hotel, the flash of the magic camera flashed dazzlingly and a stream of purple smoke puffed out of the camera. The French wizarding journalists were so excited they looked like they had taken a Potion that cause Mania, with an unnatural flush from their necks to the nose.
Two black-robed wizards stood in the yard, surrounded by an open circle. People seem to have a conflicted mentality, wanting to get a closer look, but also harbouring some kind of hidden worries, so they picked an awkward position.
Both of their masks had been removed, revealing two young faces.
"Byers, you have no reason to come along." Jura whispered.
"I've already got seen anyway, so what's the fear? I just want to catch a glimpse of Bethany before getting locked up." Byers said indifferently.
"Maybe you'll regret it."
"At least not yet. Why haven't they arrested us yet? The reporters have been shooting us for a while now, and to be honest, the flashes are blinding me."
Jura said sensibly, "The longer we drag this out, it's better, see, Celeste is dumbfounded."
Celeste is indeed confused, and she is warning Muir, who keeps wiping his sweat, in a commanding tone, "Mr. Director, you can't let the press stay here, it's a matter of diplomacy between the two countries."
Muir blurted out a string of vague French, "I can't control them, the reporters do have this right."
" At least take the two students away, will you?"
"I can't do that, it's a matter of diplomacy between the two countries." Muir retorted the same words, "I've informed the minister, and I won't do anything until he arrives. Perhaps you can handle it on your own."
Celeste certainly isn't foolish enough to do that herself, can't you see the reporters waiting outside ready to explode with excitement?
How would she add fuel to the fire?
What would her reputation become tomorrow!
Celeste once again felt that she had outplayed herself. She walked over to Cecil and squeezed the words out of her lips, "Where are our people?"
"They got lured away by the revolutionary society, and when they came back, the assault was over. They're out taking their chances now to see if they can find anyone, no news yet." Cecil said.
"Let the fools come back! What's the use of going to catch people now, when they're sending themselves to the door." Celeste said in exasperation, feeling as if her chair in the Woolworth Building office had grown legs and her hat gained wings - in short, everything seemed to have gone out of her hands.
"Sorry, I couldn't get in touch." Cecil said with a shrug.
"Look over there! There's someone here again!" A short reporter said.
"The minister is here?" The reporter next to him inquired.
"... It's more black-robed forces!" The short reporter couldn't wait to give Jura and the rest a new name for tomorrow's front-page headline.
No, it's the headline for tonight!
A dozen reporters rushed out carrying black cameras, and amidst their excited expressions, dozens of black-robed wizards appeared at the Boathouse Hotel, their faces masked, silent all the way, their footsteps neat and tidy, a spectacle that particularly caught the reporters' eyes.
Maxwell asked for advice, "Director, what should we do?"
Muir looked up at the sky and studied intently the shape of a cloud, as if there lay some great discovery on it. So, under the gaze of a group of French Ministry of Magic staff, the students of Ilvermorny entered the yard without any hindrance.
Jura and Byers looked at their arrogant companions with dumbfounded expressions, and they did not look at them back until they walked up in front of them.
"Why are you guys here? Didn't I tell you all to leave? Just write a letter ..."
"Hey Jura, we have finished the task, but before leaving, we made up our minds and felt bad to miss the fun." A voice full of enthusiasm said.
"Matt ...," Jura whispered.
"It's me." The wizard who spoke lifted his mask to reveal a wide smiling face.
"And me too, Jura." A witch with a ponytail lifted her mask and winked at him.
"Haha, can't just walk away like that." A cheerful male wizard laughed and lifted his mask.
"That's right, Zachary's right, I'm not willing to leave like this either."
"Coincidentally, I think so too."
...
One by one, the black-robed wizards lifted their masks; they were both male and female, tall and short, fat and thin, but all overflowing with youth.
Celeste saw the scene and became completely dumbfounded, her lips opening and closing soundlessly, her expression blank.
Not only her, Muir, Cecil, Maxwell, Burbage, the journalists, the muggle research experts, the one who are present, were all stunned by this image.
After a brief pause, the hotel yard boiled up, and the shutter of the magic cameras became constant and noisy as bees.
Above Paris, an owl streaked across the sky.
Faced with this situation, a small director of the Law Enforcement Division couldn't afford to hide it.
The French Minister of Magic arrived first, but he also found it tricky. He hesitated between arresting and not arresting, and just then, a group came through the apparition.
"The Americans!"
The French Minister of Magic said in surprise.
A woman came striding over, "Hello, Minister, I came here to communicate with you first, on behalf of President Marcus. He will be arriving a little later, as you know, To appease the Congress ..."
"You have received the word on that?"
The woman said helplessly, " That is one of the things that has to be communicated, and gosh, they are really something."
"We are the first group - with the help of the reserve Portkeys and apparition. Some wizard folk who are following this closely may follow behind ..."
Her words were a bit reserved, definitely not just "some" enthusiastic people.
After three or four hours, the people who got the news filled half of the entire area.
The French Minister of Magic urgently deployed a third of his staff to take over the security of the area around the hotel.
Cancelling apparition, prohibiting theft, through overtime. All kinds of concealment and protection wards sprinkled like rain, and the Hotel temporarily disappeared in the eyes of ordinary people.
Felix stood in the corner, silently observing, not knowing how things would eventually end up. But the girl named Bethany, and the young men who leading the group, I'm afraid they will go down in history.
Even if he is just an outsider, he is expecting more 'pioneering' solutions.
Big names kept coming.
The president of the MACUSA, the Headmaster of the Ilvermorny School, the board member of the International Confederation of Wizards, and a familiar figure - Albus Dumbledore, who is a chief of the International Confederation of Wizards.
"Dumbledore, you are here too." Marcus, the president of the MACUSA, greeted him with a big stride.
" Marcus, I needed to be here, the commotion has reached my dysfunctional ears, so you can imagine how big the impact of this matter is."
"No one expected ... councillors were furious, and they wanted to strictly punish the students."
"How? Put them in jail?" Dumbledore's expression looked very serious, his silver-white beard twitched: "With all due respect, Marcus, any move you make now will affect the future years and decades from now, and eventually directly reflect on you, and no one can escape."
"Yeah, I just learned that they did break the law, but again, it's not of a serious problem. The most crucial thing is - the impact is so great that once it is not handled properly, maybe next Monday at the latest, all these people here will pour into the Woolworth Building to overturn the whole Magic Congress!"
"Look, Dumbledore, there are almost a thousand people out there."
Felix did not listen attentively, he walked out of the hotel and looked at the crowd that still converged, more than half were American guests.
With these enthusiastic people in the hotel, the big shots will not be able to walk out without making a decision.
A French staff member who is maintaining order said with dissatisfaction, "In fact, they can all be counted as illegal migrants ... only at this moment no one can regulate them."
"But I hope we can punish these punks severely afterward!"
...
Felix stood on a small hill, looking over the hotel from afar. There seemed to be something particularly abstracting about watching the raging crowds from this angle, which made his mind more rational.
Ministry of Magic ... Ordinary Wizards ... Students ...
He had a whole new understanding of how the wizarding world is organized.
A man next to him chimed in and said, "I never thought I would see such a sight in my lifetime."
Felix had long been aware of someone approaching, he looked back and saw an old man moving over with trembling little steps, his face looked very pale, as if it had been painted white, it is hard to say whether his hair is whiter, or his face is.
He hurriedly walked over and held his arm.
"Ouch." The old man yelped in pain.
" Um, excuse me?" Felix looked at him uncertainly.
"It doesn't matter, people get old, and their bones become a little brittle."
Felix looked at him wryly, thinking whether to suggest that he should take some calcium tablets.
Speaking of which, does it work for wizards if they take calcium tablets?
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