Chapter 883 Umbridge's Countermeasures
No matter how pure the relationship is, something is bound to happen when you are alone in a room.
Hermione stopped suddenly when she reached the shoulder.
It's a little inconvenient with clothes on, it should be much better if you take them off.
Her face was red. "I can...you can...take off...take off your..."
Vincent used his left hand, which had just completed the treatment, to unbutton his pajamas and took them off with one hand in just a few seconds.
Hermione shook her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
She raised her wand again and aimed it at the shoulder where the capillaries could be faintly seen.
The vine wood wand moved along the strong shoulder blades to the well-defined collarbone, and then it moved to the slender and well-proportioned neck with a slight tremor.
Hermione's breathing was a little rapid, and her small hands tightly grasped her wand.
She finally understood why her roommates often talked about boys' bodies.
Boys fantasize about girls with sexy bodies, and girls are actually the same.
Vincent's figure is definitely top-notch among his peers.
There is no excess fat and the muscle lines are just right, like a living sculpture.
Although she had seen it before, this was the first time she had admired it from such a close distance, which made her heart beat faster and faster.
The vine wood wand moved down to the broad, solid chest.
Hermione stretched out her little hand and poked it gently.
The seemingly hard pectoral muscles are actually so elastic, and they feel really good to the touch. It must be very comfortable to sleep on them.
The wand continued to move down, reaching the abdominal muscles with deep abdominal lines.
She couldn't help but stretch out her little hand and stroke it gently again.
Tight, without a trace of fat, full of power.
Vincent looked down at Hermione who was kneeling in front of his stomach. He felt that this posture was indescribably weird.
As an adult man with normal physiological functions, how could he not react after being touched by his girlfriend for such a long time?
"Cough cough..."
He coughed several times in succession, and Hermione hastily withdrew her hand.
She raised her head timidly, "I...I didn't mean it."
Vincent leaned towards her to make the small tent less noticeable. "My hands are fine now. I can do the rest myself."
Hermione glanced down quickly and nodded shyly.
Taking off clothes is fine, but taking off pants is a bit...
She stood up hurriedly and picked up the medicine box beside her. "Then I'll go back first. Don't stay up too late by yourself."
Vincent's mouth twitched violently, and he seriously suspected that she said that on purpose.
Watching her back as she ran out of the room quickly, he suddenly remembered his old father's meaningful look.
If I hadn't been injured, tonight I would definitely...
He shook his head violently, getting rid of the dirty thoughts in his mind.
Strictly speaking, he is actually a middle-aged man.
Vincent took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.
After the long treatment process, it was already dawn outside.
The defensive barrier of Flamel's Ring blocked most of the power of the Crushing Curse. Although the damage to the body was great, fortunately there were no sequelae.
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Not long after dawn, news from the wizarding world of various countries came out.
All the newspapers tacitly reserved an entire page for the Dark Mark that appeared above the camp.
New York Elf News: "Breaking! Quidditch World Cup suffered a terrorist attack..."
French "Gargoyle's Roar": "Latest news, British Death Eaters raided the fan camp..."
India's "Ji Yin Society": "The Indian Magical Government has blacklisted Death Eaters..."
Egypt's Daily Wizard News: "Death Eaters are requested to immediately cease their senseless terrorist activities. All acts of war should be prohibited during the Quidditch World Cup..."
South Africa's Spotted Elephant: "The representatives of the International Confederation of Wizards have set off for the UK. Our reporters will follow them throughout the journey..."
Fudge at the temporary command center of the camp put down the pile of newspapers in his hand with a headache.
Just pick a few and they will be like this, don't bother looking at the rest.
He rubbed his brows and glanced at the senior executives who were still holding newspapers.
"Everyone, we should continue to discuss countermeasures."
Umbridge immediately put down the Greek Journal Jupiter.
She pretended to be thoughtful and quietly observed everyone's reactions.
Just as she expected, no one dared to speak first.
Just when she was about to continue slacking off, Fudge cast his eyes over to her.
Well, I'll do it anyway.
"Ahem—" Umbridge cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention to herself.
She stood up slowly and elegantly, "Everyone, as time goes by, international public opinion will only become more and more unfavorable to us. We must reverse the negative image as soon as possible."
The fact that a powerful magical country was attacked by terrorists while hosting the World Cup makes people doubt the safety index of the British magical community.
Everyone understands this nonsense, the key is how to effectively reverse the negative image.
Some foreign football fans have already started applying to return home. Once this trend becomes popular, this World Cup will become a complete joke, and the British Ministry of Magic, as the host country, will be the joke among jokes.
Umbridge's scalp tingled when everyone looked at her like that. If she had any other idea, she wouldn't have said that much nonsense just now.
Reversing a negative image cannot be done in a short period of time, so let’s just stick to the usual practice.
She met Fudge's slightly impatient eyes and showed a confident expression, "I have thought of a way. We can first divert the focus of the outside world and buy as much time as possible."
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Seeing that everyone was still looking at her, she rolled her eyes and said, "I just happen to have a candidate. He has a very positive image and played a huge role in the entire attack. If it weren't for him, our losses would have been even greater."
Everyone has the answer in their hearts.
Promoting him as a heroic figure is indeed enough to attract attention from the outside world.
Old Barty, who was near the corner, stood up with a frown on his face. "Senior Undersecretary Umbridge, he is just a child who has just come of age. Would it be inappropriate to push him up to divert attention?"
Umbridge looked quickly towards Fudge.
After receiving a nod of hint, her big mouth opened wider, "Director Crouch, Mr. Wayne became famous at a young age, his mind is mature enough, and he has been watched by the whole world."
In addition to the participating teams from various countries, the most popular thing in this World Cup is Wayne Enterprises, which provides global broadcasting services.
He was Nicolas Flamel's apprentice and the recognized successor of the legendary alchemist, so this extra attention would not have much impact at all.
Old Barty seemed to have something else to say, but Fudge stood up at this time.
He looked around at everyone present. "Mr. Wayne played an indispensable and important role in the entire attack. It is reasonable for us to award him the Order of Merlin, First Class."
Umbridge quickly agreed, "Mr. Wayne is a role model for the younger generation. I believe no one will question whether he is qualified for such an honor?"
After a brief silence, everyone applauded at the same time, indicating that they agreed with the decision.
Even old Batty, who opposed it at the beginning, was no exception.
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