Chapter 830 The last stop
Rita's "good reputation" spread abroad very early on, so you can imagine how strong her abilities are.
Fleur returned the newspaper to Hermione doubtfully. "Didn't you say that she is now a thorn in the side of the British Ministry of Magic? If she can still publish these newspapers, there must be someone helping her secretly, right?"
Vincent still smiled but said nothing.
Hermione chuckled and stuffed the newspaper back into her makeup box, "I think so."
Furong didn't dwell on it too much, instead she became curious about the Bat Family.
Gabrielle, too.
Compared to the infamous Rita Skeeter's reformation, the Bat Family who dared to openly resist the "tyranny" of the British Ministry of Magic are undoubtedly the real heroes.
Fleur thought that Batman must be an extremely low-key senior student, and the other heroes would not be particularly noticeable either.
Gabrielle kept looking at Vincent, probably because she had a different opinion from her.
The easiest answer to guess is often wrong, and the more unlikely it is, the closer it is to the truth.
"Hermione, who in your school is relatively low-key?"
Hermione glanced at Vincent and tried her best to hide the smile on her face, "Sorry, I don't usually take the initiative to pay attention to others."
Furong said with some regret, "Well, if even you don't know, I'm afraid we can only look forward to the investigation of the British Ministry of Magic."
Vincent and Hermione looked at each other in tacit understanding, and quickly stopped the smiles that were becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.
The British Ministry of Magic can no longer be relied upon. Unless the Bat Family takes the initiative to reveal their true identities, this will probably become an eternal mystery in the British wizarding world.
Gabrielle seemed to have noticed something from the expressions of the two people, and took a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice in the cup in front of her with a look of surprise.
No one noticed her abnormality, not even her own sister Furong.
The four of them sat for another half an hour, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they ended their brief gathering.
Before leaving, Hermione and Fleur whispered a few words to each other. It seemed that they had a good relationship and should have become friends.
Gabrielle looked at Vincent in front of her reluctantly, "Next time you come to France, can you bring Gugu with you?"
As one of the core cards of one of the most lethal playing methods in Gwent, the chubby Cuckoo naturally holds a special place in the hearts of card players.
Seeing such a star owl in the magic world with one's own eyes, or even touching it, has long been one of the wishes of countless card players.
Vincent certainly wouldn't refuse such a small wish. "No problem. The little guy will definitely like you very much."
Hermione and Fleur finally finished their whispers and held hands with each other.
"Goodbye, Vincent, Hermione."
"Goodbye, Fleur, Gabrielle."
Back on the Champs Elysees, Vincent was curious about what Hermione said to Fleur at the end.
"This is a secret between girls. I won't tell you."
"Ok."
The two walked hand in hand into the "Lu Pai" flagship store they were originally going to.
And at the same time in Maggie's shopping street.
Gabrielle pulled Fleur and trotted into the adorably decorated Gwent flagship store.
The lucky guy is the lucky guy. He got the newly released upgraded version of the Rogue Rabbit card with ten consecutive draws.
Several other matching Mithril Robe cards, Vincent's Sandbag card, Magic Communicator Experimental card, etc. were also taken one by one within three ten-draw draws.
Such incredible luck naturally attracted the attention of many card players.
Furong, who was not wearing a baseball cap, soon became another focus of attention.
In a few years, Gabrielle would be like her.
Being one quarter Veela bloodline brings not only beauty, but also the distress caused by beauty.
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After the French Ministry of Magic, there were only a few magical governments left to go to.
The Norwegian Ministry of Magic is located under a sheet of ice, and you can even clearly see various deep-sea creatures through the huge transparent glass in the lobby.
The Austrian Ministry of Magic is located in the mountains, very far away from Nurmengard.
The entrance to the Belgian Ministry of Magic is very interesting, it is under a statue of a peeing boy in the Grand Place in Brussels.
The last German Ministry of Magic is on the ground like the MACUSA, and is also inside a building.
7 month 1 day,
10 o'clock in the morning,
Berlin, Germany
In front of Potsdamer Platz.
Vincent and Hermione walked through the brick wall of the square building opposite and came to a hall covered by a huge glass dome.
It was sunny outside, but gloomy inside.
It can’t be said to be gloomy, but at least it is much better than Snape’s office.
But when it comes to atmosphere, the German Ministry of Magic is indeed a bit stuffy.
Half a century has passed since the wizarding war started by Grindelwald, but this place still gives people an extremely depressing feeling.
Vincent and Hermione walked with heavy steps to the small reception counter on the inside.
"Hello, I'm Vincent Wayne from the UK, and I've made an appointment with Minister Berg."
The witch dressed in black at the counter used her wand to sweep across a large stack of neatly stacked parchments, and one of the sheets at the top flew out automatically.
She took it in her hand and looked at it for a few seconds. "Mr. Wayne, the agreed time is 10 a.m. You are very punctual."
"I'm always on time."
The witch smiled and pointed her wand at the parchment again.
The lines of text on the paper began to move slowly, and then the entire parchment was divided into two pieces, each of which was folded in half to form a round badge.
"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, I wish you and Minister Berger a pleasant morning."
The moment the two picked up the badge, their feet were sucked into the badge as if they were off the ground, and then they appeared in front of a spacious corridor.
The experience of using the short-range portkey is okay, at least much better than the first follower appearance.
The German Ministry of Magic has always done a good job in terms of confidentiality and security.
The two walked along the dim corridor to the door at the end. Just as Vincent was about to knock on the door, it opened automatically from the inside.
Berg, who was sitting at the desk and wearing glasses, stood up and walked towards the two of them with a serious face.
"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, you are so punctual."
Vincent shook the hand he extended, "Minister Berg, we are always punctual."
Berg then briefly shook hands with Hermione, and then he led the two of them to a long sofa.
As soon as I sat down, a teapot, a coffee pot, and a set of pure white cups appeared out of thin air on the coffee table in front of me.
"Coffee, you two? Or tea?"
"Tea, thank you, Mr. Minister."
As soon as he finished speaking, tea leaves and coffee beans appeared out of thin air on the coffee table again.
Berg said nothing while boiling water to make tea.
Until he placed two cups of hot tea in front of the two of them, "Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, please."
"Mr. Minister, please."
After taking a sip of tea, Berg took the initiative to ask, "What is your purpose today?"
Hermione took out a plan and said, "Mr. Minister, our Wayne Enterprises would like to cooperate with the German Ministry of Magic to broadcast this year's Quidditch World Cup. Please take a look."
Berger looked at Vincent deeply before flipping through the pages.
He showed no expression, making him hard to read.
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