Chapter 825 The legendary cat-attracting physique

One week later in the morning,

Place Faustinbourg in Paris, France.

Vincent and Hermione took advantage of the fact that there were not many people around and walked towards one of the Wallace fountains in the square.

As they approached the fountain, countless vines emerged from the ground and surrounded the two of them, forming a birdcage elevator that sank into the ground.

Arriving at the lobby of the French Ministry of Magic, the most eye-catching thing is the three French words cast in crystal in the central fountain.

Incanté

Bewitched

Conjuré

Hermione, who knew a little French, muttered in a low voice, "Spell, enchantment, spellcasting..."

She inexplicably thought of the slogan from the Great Revolution, which also consisted of three words.

Liberté (Freedom)

Egalité (Equality)

Fraternity

The French Ministry of Magic was founded during the French Revolution, and it appears that their motto was modeled after the slogans promoted by Muggles at the time.

"What's wrong?" Vincent asked with concern.

Hermione leaned close to his ear and shared with him the interesting thing she had just discovered.

France has its own national conditions, and it should be said that this is the original creation of the Ministry of Magic.

The two looked at each other meaningfully, then smiled and walked into the hall.

In addition to the daily staff, the French Ministry of Magic also has a group of Madago cats.

These magical civet cats that can copy, paste and create clones are not usually ferocious, and only show their aggressive side when attacked.

Perhaps it was because he was a cat-loving person, but after Vincent had walked a few steps into the hall, they gathered around him in groups.

The Madago cat is no different from an ordinary black cat, the only difference is that it has a pair of big blue eyes.

Maybe it’s because the food in France is not that good, they look much thinner than Mrs. Norris.

Vincent squatted down and habitually took out a bag of low-fat, low-salt, and attractant-free dried fish from the pocket of his suit that was cast with the Traceless Stretching Charm.

"Good boy, everyone has it."

The Madago cats lined up in front of him obediently, and soon, the bag of dried fish was gone.

But Vincent took out a second pack, and even a third and fourth pack.

He also gave Hermione two packets, but unfortunately the cats ignored her.

All the Madago cats in the French Ministry of Magic ran to the lobby. The staff initially thought that something serious had happened, but when they arrived at the lobby they realized that it was just a false alarm.

As an apprentice of a legendary alchemist, Vincent is extremely well-known in the French magic world. Although he may not be a household name, he is certainly well-known.

A witch who looked quite high up stepped forward.

"Mr. Wayne, Madago Cat is actually responsible for the distribution of mail within the ministry in addition to security."

Vincent understood the hint and nodded at her, putting away the dried fish in his hand.

He patted the heads of the cats in front of him and said, "Okay, you should get back to work."

Under the gaze of countless blue eyes that were reluctant to leave, he stood up and faced the witch in dark robes.

"Deputy Minister Kasina, I am truly sorry to interrupt your normal operations."

Kashina smiled and shook his head, "Of course not. Madago cats usually don't take the initiative to get close to others. A situation like today hasn't happened for almost half a century."

The last time...it should be when old man Newt was young.

Vincent smiled knowingly, "Deputy Minister Kasina, it's probably because I have a special physique. I am naturally easy to be loved by animals."

Casina glanced at the Madago cats who were still reluctant to leave, with a helpless look on his face.

"Mr. Wayne, the intuition of magical animals is often more accurate than that of wizards. This shows that you are a trustworthy person."

Her praise made Hermione beside her nod in agreement subconsciously.

Regardless of whether they have a special physique or not, some people are born trustworthy. Both humans and animals will find them particularly reliable and safe.

Vincent, who squatted down again to persuade Madago Cat to get back to work quickly, is a good example.

"Be good, I'll have fun with you guys after I finish my business with Minister Russell."

"Meow--"

"So what time do you get off work? I have a lot of time today."

"Meow--"

"Okay, then I'll wait here until you get off work. Is that okay?"

The cats gradually left, but they kept looking back from time to time, as if they were afraid that Vincent would suddenly disappear.

Casina made a joke, "Mr. Wayne, why don't you come to work in our French Ministry of Magic? As long as you are willing, all conditions can be negotiated."

"Really?" Vincent cooperated and showed a surprised expression, "But I still have to go to school, can I work part-time?"

Casina was so amused that he covered his mouth and laughed, "Of course, no problem, I can still make the decision on this matter."

After laughing, she led Vincent and Hermione to the atrium behind the hall.

"Minister Russell is meeting with guests. You two may have to wait here for a while."

The atrium of the French Ministry of Magic is very special. The floor has a certain tilt angle, and walking on it feels like floating.

The glass dome is made up of totems of various magical animals and star maps, giving people a very stylish feeling.

Casina led the two to a sofa and said, "You two, I have to go back to work. We will come to inform you as soon as Minister Russell finishes his meeting."

"Thank you."

Shortly after she left, a staff member brought hot tea and snacks.

Vincent chatted with Hermione and waited patiently.

About half an hour later, a familiar voice sounded from the corridor deep in the atrium.

"Minister Russell, this child is particularly popular among magical creatures at school. Even the basilisk raised by Salazar Slytherin is very close to him."

"Mr. Dumbledore, are you talking about the thousand-year-old basilisk?"

"Yes."

Vincent and Hermione looked back and found that the person walking out with Russell was indeed their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also noticed the two of them, "Minister Russell, you must not reveal anything to this child."

Russell was a little confused at first, but when he saw Vincent walking towards him with a puzzled look on his face, he suddenly understood.

He looked at Dumbledore with a wry smile, "Sir, I will."

This feeling of powerlessness and helplessness is probably due to a conspiracy.

Vincent walked up to the two men, "Professor? Why are you here?"

Dumbledore glanced intriguingly at Hermione who was following him, "Oh - I'm old, and I accidentally ended up in France."

Vincent's expression was a little tense, "Professor, this is the worst joke I have ever heard in my life."

There is still more than a month left until the International Confederation of Wizards Convention, and the conference is not held in France. Old Dumbledore came all the way here and kept it secret from him. He must be planning some evil conspiracy.

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