Chapter 1309: Burning Paris (3)

Half an hour later, Amelia, Sirius, and Alastor returned to the banquet hall.

But the waiter who was supposed to lead the three people did not show up.

Under the dazzling chandelier, the carefully arranged table is filled with colorful and dazzling delicacies, but few people touch them.

The politicians from the Ministries of Magic in various countries had decent smiles on their faces. Even though they were immersed in this great moment of witnessing history, they did not take the opportunity to expand their own popularity and seek benefits for their own magical circles.

According to unofficial statistics, the average number of agreements reached at a banquet by each country's Minister of Magic is equivalent to the diplomatic achievements of the country's Department of International Magical Cooperation in one year.

After re-entering the banquet hall, Sirius and Alastor took two glasses of champagne from the nearby waiter's tray and returned to the inconspicuous window.

"Can you see anything, Alastor--"

After clinking glasses with Alastor, Sirius whispered under the cover of lowering his head to sip his wine, his pair of cold grey eyes nonchalantly glancing at the quiet garden outside the hotel building, shrouded in dim lights.

In the elegant garden decorated with precious flowers and trees, security personnel can occasionally be seen patrolling along the paths.

But other than that, there were no suspicious figures.

The magic eye spun wildly in Alastor's eye sockets. The shadows of the green plants in the garden, the rooms next to the hotel lobby, and even the floors above and below were all within his monitoring range.

"Everything is fine, Sirius—"

Alastor said in a husky voice.

Not only did this fail to make Sirius feel at ease, but it made him feel even more uneasy under his expressionless face.

Compared to Alastor and Minister Bones, he trusted Amosta's judgment more.

If Amosta thought something was going to happen tonight, he was not wrong!

But
Then again, what would those desperate criminals do?

Sirius pointed his gaze into the bar.

The goal is to catch all the heads of the Ministry of Magic who have signed the "Mutual Security Treaty" in one fell swoop, causing the European wizarding world to completely lose order and fall into chaos.

Or should we kidnap all these people and use them as bargaining chips to negotiate with Dumbledore and Amosta?
"Chairman Kohaug, Minister Adenauer, Minister Nash—"

There are always more topics to talk about between major countries.

Although the heads of the magic ministries of several major countries had not planned it deliberately, they still came together naturally after the banquet was halfway through.

They were discussing what kind of agreement several powerful magical countries with profound magical heritage should reach under the mutual defense treaty when they saw Minister Bones walking towards them.

"Ah, Amelia—"

Samuel smiled warmly, but there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes. Ms. Bones in front of him looked a little stiff.
"I noticed you were gone for a while, is there anything important going on?"

"The Death Eaters are causing trouble in the country again?"

Minister Adenauer of the German Ministry of Magic grinned, showing an exaggerated smile, but his tone was sarcastic.
"I don't think so? Albus and Amosta stayed in Hogwarts on guard, and they didn't even have time to attend the final preparatory meeting for the security treaty that they had promoted!"

"In fact, what I wanted to talk to you about is the reason why Amosta and Albus were not present--"

Minister Bones' body was tense and his tone seemed a little off.

The three ministers, who had just been surrounded by a peaceful atmosphere, narrowed their eyes at the same time. They all noticed that Minister Bones looked a little strange.

Also, the reason why Amosta and Albus didn't show up.
"But I'm afraid I'd like to ask you a question--"

Sirius and Alastor, who were leaning against the window, watched Minister Bones and the three Ministers of Magic whispering something.

After a while, the four people walked out of the banquet hall one after another, but this time, the two people did not follow them.

Twenty minutes later, the four people returned to the banquet hall along the same route.

In such an important occasion, four heavyweights left at once. Few politicians who were used to keeping an eye on all directions and listening carefully had failed to notice it.

People approached the four people who had returned and joined the banquet as if nothing had happened, and tried to probe them with words. Many people also cast inquiring glances at Vice Chairman Dregern, who seemed to have no doubts about everything.

Then, another group of people were taken away by the four men and then returned.

In less than an hour and a half, almost all the politicians who attended the preparatory dinner went out for a stroll.

And everything that happens in this hall has been monitored by surveillance cameras openly floating around the hotel building.

Many people have noticed the existence of these surveillance cameras, and they were told by the hotel that this is an additional security measure.

This is true.

But the problem is, not every surveillance camera belongs to the goblin who runs the hotel.

"We have everything under control, Mr. Vogel—"

At the top of the tower where the gale was raging, a man was hastily summoned and leaned in front of Vogel, who was wearing a lavender suit and a silver-white bow tie that seemed to be worn only for a grand dinner.
"The anti-Apparition spell is in effect. The barrier can be deployed at any time. The Floo Network is under our control. No one can escape using the fireplace—"

If this is the case, what tricks are these politicians playing?
Adam stared thoughtfully at the flickering "slate" in his hand. On the screen, groups of politicians took the elevator to a room on the top floor to talk, and after a while, they returned to the hall along the same route.

This scene seems suspicious no matter how you think about it.

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After a while, Adam's eyes left the light and shadow picture and turned to look at the "slate" itself.

The British Ministry of Magic holds a controlling stake in the products produced by the new workshop established by the British International Trade Department in the Diagon Alley industrial area last month, but goblins and some pure-blood families also have a share of the profits.

Long before this, the surveillance mirror invented by Amos Tower Braine had already become famous in the world of magic.

Many ministries of magic, companies, and workshops have the desire to purchase it, but unfortunately, Amos Tower Blaine has never been open to it.

Now, Brian finally lifted the ban. For a while, orders poured in like snowflakes to the two new workshops built simultaneously in Diagon Alley and the American wizarding world. The products were in short supply!
The hot sales of the products have made the workshop urgently need more employees, and the workshop almost accepts all applicants.

snort--
At the spire ravaged by strong winds, Adam Vogel's mouth tilted into a cold smile.

This is undoubtedly another powerful move by Amosta Blaine to stabilize people's hearts and social order.

But the Dark Lord couldn't see through this, and he was even happy for Amosta Braine to spend more of his energy on making money.

He also knew that some of his colleagues had been secretly colluding with the International Trade Department, or more precisely, with Amosta Blaine.

However, he never thought of reporting the news to the Dark Lord.

Firstly, the Dark Lord is not interested in these things. Secondly, if his colleagues are not allowed to make money, the Dark Lord's high-pressure rule will probably collapse faster.

But none of these things matter anymore!
call!
As he breathed in, a breath of hot air gushed out from Adam Vogel's nostrils.

A somewhat morbid and fanatical smile appeared on his old face. He turned around and looked at the lady standing on another steel frame, her green hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"What do you think these big men are planning, Lady Cliona?"

At her insistence, the tower and the square on which it stands were surrounded by cordoned off. Tourists coming here could only suppress their dissatisfaction and gaze at the tower from afar.

However, many lives will still be lost tonight.

The passing of life is always a sad thing for her.

"I don't care, Vogel--"

Vitia suppressed the compassion in her green eyes and looked at Adam coldly.

"My mission is only Sirius Black."

"So--"

Adam saluted to the gentleman Vetia, turned his head, looked at the Fairy Hotel on the other side of the Seine, opened his arms in the wind, laughed and roared,
"Come on, let's burn this night!"

Boom, boom, boom! (End of this chapter)