Chapter 1287

"Director Granger, we implore you and the Ministry of Magic to seriously consider coming to our country for an exhibition. We will perfect it with the utmost sincerity, and we can help spread the word about these amazing things......"

"Mr. Malfoy, do you have time for the next day? We're going to have a celebrity party the day after tomorrow......"

"Ms. Granger, we are willing to give our best faith to obtain permission to use this Traceless Stretching Charm. We can give maximum policy support and financial support......"

The Muggles in the tent had descended into madness, and no longer had the slightest demeanor or demeanor befitting their status.

The people who were able to attend this exhibition were the best of the best, and after a brief moment of astonishment, they immediately realized how promising this method of wizarding was. If you can cooperate with the wizard......

Many elderly people began to take out small medicine bottles, they desperately needed their hearts to calm down, otherwise their fragile bodies really couldn't withstand such a violent impact.

The Muggles were so enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Sirius had to pull out his wand and clear a way for Hermione.

The Muggles, pushed away by the gentle force, were not only not annoyed, but even more excited.

"Is that what a wand is called?"

"What was that? I couldn't control my body. "

"It's amazing!"

"Can this ability be learned and mastered?"

The boiling 637 in the tent suddenly made the wizards' heads as big as a fight. Despite all the mental build-ups, the Muggles were more crazy than they expected.

Hermione struggled to squeeze through the crowd onto a pre-arranged platform—a high platform, but it was just two pieces of wood, so that everyone could see her.

"Ladies and gentlemen—" Hermione pulled out her wand and gave herself a loud voice, then ......

"Oh my God, why is she so loud?"

"Is that magic too?"

"It's amazing, it's so much better than the microphone!"

"Honey, I want to use this for the speech of the banquet the day after tomorrow—"

Muggles' excited brains have shifted the weight of manners and etiquette to automatics, replaced by their frenzied intellectual curiosity and possessiveness...... They desperately need a way to vent their excitement.

"Give them a palliative!" Hermione said to Sirius and Harry, who were guarding her, "and it should calm them down." "

Sirius squinted and calculated in his mind, realizing that the Palliative exhibit brought by the Ministry of Magic this time did not seem to be enough for the Muggles below.

"I still have some stock here, take it all!"

Hermione gritted her teeth and pulled out the bag she was carrying.

There are twelve bottles in total.

Harry was dumbfounded as he looked at the jars and jars in his hands.

"How can you have so many ...... Palliative?"

Of course, he wouldn't have known how much pressure the Hogwarts alumnus was on - after all, Harry was nothing more than an Auror protected by everyone.

But Hermione was different.

She is the Director.

He is also the Director of the important division of the Department of Cooperation on Muggle Affairs.

Two meetings a day are guaranteed – one for the Wizengamot and one for the department.

In case of an emergency, Hermione would take a trip to the International Confederation of Wizards and then come back to continue the meeting to pass on the spirit.

The pressure of work and the people under your hands sometimes get out of their way...... Hermione's spirits were always tense due to her irritable mood, irregular schedule, and heavy pressure.

After noticing that her relatives were a little irregular, Hermione decisively used palliatives to calm her mood and help her sleep.

"Take it!"

Hermione thought about her relatives who hadn't come this month, and she became more and more unhappy with the situation in front of her.

"If it's not enough, go outside and look for Solim, he must have it in stock. "

Harry handed Sirius the jars and jars he was holding, he just wanted to get out of the tent and get some air.

At this time, he was a little envious of Solim, and this man didn't come in at all.

Sirius, on the other hand, moved quickly, taking materials from the tent and using Hermione's inventory as a palliative for the exhibits.

Hearing that it was a potion that calmed their minds, the Muggles, who had little interest in palliatives before, took their cups and drank them down, and then ......

The whole world is quiet.

For Muggles, it was another novelty experience. The people who were still excited just now seemed to be drained of those throbbing in an instant, as if nothing in this world could move them anymore.

At this time, their hearts were like water.

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They don't even have the interest to talk about this wonderful state.

Hermione frowned at the messy Muggles below—some of them had turned their heads to find a place to sit, as if standing was a burden to them.

Everyone was quiet, as if they didn't bother to speak.

"How did you dilute it?" Hermione whispered to Sirius, who had just returned to her.

"The standard way - I went for it one to eight. "[]

Sirius is also a bit strange, according to the standard of moderator dilution, the minimum ratio is one to ten, and any lower potion will have no effect. Those Muggles were so fussy just now, and it was no problem to dilute them in a one-to-eight ratio.

In fact, these Muggles did quiet down.

It's just that it doesn't seem to be in the right place. It seems that this can no longer be called a palliative, and it is more appropriate to call it a love agent.

Muggles were blinded, and even began to sigh for a long time, as if they felt that they had not been doing well.

Hermione saw that the two Muggles who had first collapsed on the couch were staring blankly at the top of the tent, their chests not even heaving too much.

An atmosphere of decadence and loss began to permeate the entire tent.

Hermione's feminine sensibilities played a role in this case: she was keenly aware of what was wrong, but she couldn't find why.

There's no way anything could go wrong with the Prime Minister's Magic Ministry's potions, she can be sure. No one dares or wants to play tricks on this matter. Because they didn't need the Ministry of Magic to do anything, those potions dealers and the pure-blood family shareholders behind them could pick up the black hands.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic also has someone in charge of the potions, all of whom are trustworthy wizards, and have passed the inspection of the Imperius Charm and other spells, so there is absolutely no problem.

Hermione had no clue for a moment, so she put her hope in someone else—someone who had never let her down.

"Oh, so fast? I thought I wouldn't see you for at least an hour. "

Seeing Hermione come out, Solim was also a little surprised.

"What? isn't there enough palliative? shouldn't it? I've already given Harry five bottles. "

As soon as Hermione came out, she saw Solim, Draco, and Fred in a chair, all sitting around telling jokes.

Okay, I'm busy doing this and that inside, and you're just sitting outside and chattering, right?

Hermione did want to vent, at least scold Fred, but her instincts told her that it was better to talk about it.

"Something is wrong. Madam Director was succinct, "Those Muggles are not in good condition, I suspect ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the three of Solim stood up in a hurry, and rushed into the tent without saying a word.

The group of people in the tent can't have an accident now, otherwise it will be a proper diplomatic incident, and it will be the kind with extremely serious consequences.