A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 684: Confusion

In a coffee shop near Paris 1, Amandina Zoe and her colleagues came out after paying the money, and were surprised to see pedestrians on the street looking towards the south bank of the Seine.

"What are they looking at?" asked her colleague, puzzled.

Amandina raised her head silently, her eyes first fell on the Eiffel Tower a few kilometers away, everything was normal, as if nothing happened, and then she caught six or seven small black dots , is it some kind of bird? But she immediately vetoed herself, and there were two small dots suspended in mid-air, motionless. There should be no bird that can do this kind of thing, right?

In the blink of an eye, one of the stationary birds suddenly opened its wings—Amandina found it strange, because it only sticks out the left wing

——The next second, a huge green sign hangs high in the sky, lingering for a long time, like solidified fireworks.

An exclamation came from afar.

"It's a human!" shouted her colleague, clutching her arm, and exclaimed excitedly, "My God! My God! Look at Amandine, is it some kind of large-scale outdoor magic trick?" ?Can we invite them? How do they do it? Steel wire, cable, tempered glass?"

"I don't think so," Amandina whispered.

Just a few seconds after they spoke, the six or seven small dots suddenly spread out and quickly swept in all directions. One of the black dots happened to be close to them, and the black dot became clearer and clearer, and now the two of them could clearly see the black robe he was wearing.

"What is he sitting on? Some kind of aircraft?" someone asked next to him.

"It's a broom! That's a witch's sorcery!" shouted a man with thinning hair and a scruffy appearance.

The man passing over them seemed to have heard the words, and he turned back, hanging in mid-air, looking down at the Muggles on the street below. The man raised his arm, and Amandina saw a small stick in his hand, and a white light flashed.

The scruffy man with thinning hair levitated uncontrollably, he yelled in panic and struggled desperately.

"It's magic!" The man sitting on the broom laughed.

Amandina was in a trance, and a memory vaguely appeared in her mind. It was when she was in school, and she heard a good-looking boy asking the teacher in a serious tone in an open class: "What if Will magic really appear in reality one day?"

Now, the magic really happens!

New York, USA.

François Crutoy is walking on the famous Broadway, which is an important place for the development of American plays and musicals. He was invited to perform here, but the performance is scheduled for tomorrow, so he is accepting reporters After the interview, he declined the staff's invitation and slipped out alone to get some air.

There is no doubt that his miraculous experience was once again questioned by reporters, and he kept his mouth shut as always, taking what happened that night at the "Magic House" in Surrey as his own secret. But in the past few years, he has been collecting information on occultism.

His thinking is: If the mysterious man who brought him back to life is not a god, there must be a group of human beings with special talents in this world.

Francois thinks over and over again that the latter is more likely, because the person who healed his arm later appeared at his concert—real gods shouldn't be so idle, right?

It's a pity that he couldn't speak, and I don't know if that person understood the meaning of his composition.

Angel of Concern... François, the goddess of magic, doesn't know what the power to heal himself is. It may come from religion, or the magic of magicians. He learned from many fantasy novels that magicians worship the goddess of magic ...

Before he knew it, he came to Manhattan and stood in front of the Woolworth Building. The local staff recommended to him the well-known nearby buildings. Apart from the well-known theaters, this skyscraper was also on the list.

François had heard its name. The Woolworth Building was built at the beginning of this century. As the tallest building in the world at that time, it was full of legend. Even despite its height, its neo-Gothic style is of great aesthetic value. While thinking, a group of men in black suits came out from the artificial sliding door.

Francois glanced at them in surprise, his previous attention was attracted by the magnificent revolving door, and he didn't pay attention to the small door. These people hurriedly walked, with solemn expressions, and the leading man gave orders solemnly.

François turned his back on them, and at the same time pricked up his ears, some words floated into his ears:

"...The exposure level of the magical world is abnormal...It must be related to Grindelwald...I went to England, and I was authorized by the security director to attend the funeral. Force can be used if necessary..."

Francois turned his head curiously, he seemed to hear magic? François was agitated, he quickly followed the group of people, but he didn't dare to get too close, he could only stay far behind, those people turned into the gap between the two buildings, he quickened his pace, The last man was seen pulling a small wooden stick out of his suit pocket.

A magic wand? He thought excitedly, but it seemed much smaller than what he saw in comic books...

Francois stood on the edge of the building and took a few deep breaths, thinking about how to introduce himself in his mind, how about starting with "I know a friend who can magic"? He felt ready and rushed into the shadows.

Francois looked around blankly, all those people had disappeared, and as far as the eye could see, there were only a dozen or so rickety bicycles. He walked back and forth twice in disbelief, but nothing happened, and he returned to Broadway again.

The street was crowded with people, but there was no one he was looking for. Of course he didn't know about Apparition, let alone that not far away, in Times Square at the intersection of West 42nd Street and Broadway in Manhattan, a battle between wizards was about to take place. At the same time, standing on Hudson Liberty Island Above the head of the Statue of Liberty, a saint twirled his wand lightly, and the torch held high in the hand of the Statue of Liberty suddenly burst into flames.

London, England.

Mr. Granger was working in his own dental clinic as usual, and Mrs. Granger also came to help. They had just seen off a client, and Mrs. Granger was talking to her husband while turning on the clinic's TV.

"Hermione is coming back today, we'd better close early," said Mrs. Granger.

"I remember, I ordered your favorite restaurant." Mr. Granger said while washing his hands. Suddenly Mrs. Granger let out a scream,

He rushed out in a panic, dripping water from his hands.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Mrs. Granger stared fixedly at the TV, unable to speak. Mr. Granger looked at the TV screen, the camera kept shaking, and only included half of the head of the female reporter who was broadcasting. She had exaggerated golden curly hair, but Mr. Granger's attention was all attracted by the tornado behind the reporter.

If the Houses of Parliament in the background were not too prominent, he would not have realized that the disaster happened in London. He glanced out the window uncertainly, the weather was surprisingly good, he didn't feel a little wind. An urgent voice came from the TV——

"Rita! Look, there is someone in the tornado—did you see it? And those two guys who flew over on the broomstick before?"

"You don't need to remind me!" The female reporter yelled angrily, and then she took a deep breath to calm her emotions, and then said to the camera: "Everyone—although it is unbelievable, a tornado suddenly appeared in central London , Uh—I don’t know the reason, maybe the temperature difference between the two days is too big? I believe meteorologists will give a reasonable explanation, please don’t believe in rumors—oh, Merlin’s beard!”

The reporter cried out in panic. But Mr. Granger couldn't blame her for her indiscretion. Anyone who saw this scene would be horrified-a young man suddenly squeezed out of the air, and the camera went black for a moment. The Grangers could only listen to the sound.

"Hey, be careful, do you need help?"

A few seconds later, the picture returned to normal. The young man who suddenly appeared stretched out his hand to help straighten the camera, with a bright smile on his face: "Are you reporters? Should be? I can accept interviews—— Please allow me to introduce myself, I am a wizard, graduated from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the tornado behind me was created by me - my partner also contributed, we learned combination magic in school Rita S Kit was dumbfounded, the Grangers in front of the TV were also dumbfounded, and the audience who happened to be guarding in front of the TV were also dumbfounded.

Rita Skeeter swallowed, racked her brains and said:

"Obviously, this is a occultist, or he is out of his mind. The interview is over, and the tornado is coming soon, we must evacuate as soon as possible-" She suddenly couldn't speak, her body was stiff, like The stone remained motionless.

Just when everyone was surprised, the camera was forcibly turned to the other side, and the young man's face took up most of the screen.

"My mind is normal," said the wizard who claimed to be a graduate of Ilvermorny'. "Again, I am a wizard. We can talk-don't worry about the tornado behind you, it won't change again Don't worry about this female reporter when you're older, a simple petrification spell. Yi?

She looks **** off..."

The next ten minutes are completely reduced to his solo show time. Thanks to him, many British people knew for the first time what a wizard is, what is the Law of Secrecy, and also a series of magical terms such as Grindelwald, Dumbledore, petrification curse, combination magic, and magic school.

"I personally think Ilvermorny is the best wizarding school in the world, but the group of Brits I just met today don't think so, oh, sorry, forgot I'm in the UK now—" A violent cough Voice. "Objectively speaking, Hogwarts is not bad"

In the end, he even took the initiative to undo the spell on Rita Skeeter, and asked her with a stiff expression to ask a few questions. He seems to have a strong desire to express himself. If it wasn't for the arrival of the police car and his companion calling him Leaving, it is estimated that he can chatter for hours.

"Is it April Fool's Day, my dear?" asked the red-haired Rebecca, staring blankly at the TV.

"I'd rather—I'd better look through the calendar!" said Jim uncertainly.

Winnie Valentine hurried out of the law office and flagged down a taxi.

"Go to the famous gold and silver jewelry and handicraft shop on the corner of the street." Before the driver asked, she hurriedly said.

"The one named Future World'?" the driver asked.

"That's right—oh, wait," Winnie grabbed her hair and forced herself to calm down. She changed her mind, "Let's go to Charing Cross Road."

"Listen to you."

The driver starts the car.

"It may take a detour - there is a traffic jam ahead, it is said that it is because of a rare tornado raging, and the vision is very low."

"Dragon, tornado?" Winnie stammered.

"I guess the traffic announcer got too drunk early in the morning, how could there be a tornado in the city center." The driver said casually, "but the traffic jam should be real."

Gronning Co., Surrey.

Fernon Dursley was a sales executive at the company, responsible for selling more wells. He was particularly irritable this morning. In his office, he lost his temper with nine subordinates one after another. His yelling even spread from the ninth floor to the upper and lower floors. This made him ignore some inappropriate noises in the company. After scolding the last subordinate so badly and making the already unharmonious relationship with his colleagues worse, he closed the office door contentedly.

"Don't let anyone interrupt me, I have some important calls to make." He yelled at his assistant.

When it was close to noon, he felt better, stretched his fat body in the office, and decided to go across the road to buy two donuts. When Feinon walked out of the company gate, he ran into his assistant, who told him cautiously that his wife had called not long ago.

Fernon felt a little uneasy in his heart. Petunia usually didn't call at work, but he soon felt relieved. It should be to remind him to pick up that weird nephew in the city after work. The mood suddenly turned bad, especially when Dudley came back from vacation, the first thing he did was not to give his old father a hug, but to rush into the bedroom to make sure his comic books were still there. He was furious.

Fernon stubbornly believed that this was a conspiracy by his weird nephew, a revenge against them. He dropped a bag of donuts and a bottle of water on the counter.

"Two pounds fiftypence," said the salesman.

"Two pounds and fifty pence? Why don't you grab it?" Fernon roared.

The salesperson shrugged.

Fernon paid the bill cursingly, took out a donut and stuffed it into his mouth, while watching the TV hanging from the ceiling, he muttered:

"Prices are going up... What are the cysticercosis sitting in Whitehall doing? Five pence today, ten pence tomorrow, what is going on in this world?" Gradually, he stopped talking, as if being caught by the TV The news attracted.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his mouth opened exaggeratedly, which accentuated his double chin, and his small eyes stared straight into the air. Then he roared, rushed out of the store, ran back to the company panting, picked up the car and rushed home.

As he drove, he kept his eyes on both sides of the road carefully, for fear that someone in a strange suit and cape would jump out. There seemed to be a traffic jam ahead, he slammed the steering wheel and honked the horn desperately. "Damn it!"

He absolutely performed beyond the standard. In just fifteen minutes, he drove the car into the fourth lane~IndoMTL.com~ Penny, Penny! "Fernon entered the room, "I saw it on TV—Who are you!" ? "He looked at the uninvited guest at home vigilantly.

In the living room, Petunia and Dudley were sitting on the sofa. Petunia seemed to want to pull Dudley into her arms, but Dudley resisted desperately. Man One Unfortunately, this man was wearing the robe and cloak that Fenon hated most.

"This must be the master of the house. Hello, I am a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, working in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. You can call me Dudley." The man said.

Fernon stared wide-eyed, looking at the man, and then at his own son.

"Oh, I also found this interesting coincidence," the man said happily, "Your child is also called by this name, isn't it? But there is still a difference, Dudley' is my surname" the man took care of himself He said freely, taking out a piece of parchment from his pocket, "Well, maybe you already know that the magic world has been completely exposed to the eyes of the world, and the whole country has fallen into chaos. In order to prevent possible danger, I have been ordered by the Ministry of Magic to Appointment came to ask for your opinion—one"

"Danger? What danger? Our family won't, won't do that **** thing." Feinon blushed, looking extremely angry, he gritted his teeth and said the words that he hated:

"Magic!"

"Don't be silly," the wizard looked at him pitifully, "in the eyes of other Muggles, you are with us."

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