Chapter 393 The true romance of France, yes, Minister
12月31号，凌晨6点，巴黎香榭丽舍大街109-a号公寓3楼。
A burst of hurried footsteps broke the quiet atmosphere of the apartment, and the tenants in the room began to complain.
Dirty words in French, English, German and Italian were used one after another to denounce this behavior that disturbed people's sleep.
This is an old building located in a remote corner of the Champs-Elysées.
It is not far from the two iconic buildings connected by this main road, Place de la Concorde and Place Charles de Gaulle.
The entire building is an ancient brick and stone structure. It looks like a standard three-story Western-style building, while the interior decoration is pure wood.
The historic staircase always makes an annoying noise when people are running up and down.
But even so, this apartment still has a constant flow of customers, because just around the corner from this apartment is the most famous red-light street in the whole of Paris.
Men from all over Europe come here to find their own Parisian affair and then live in these remote apartments.
Enjoy the true "French romance", even wizards are no exception.
That’s right, there are some wizards living in this apartment. They are “temporarily living” on the fourth floor of this building.
The floor that disappeared on the outside was the work of these wizards. The building had four floors when it was first built.
Just because of the magic, people watching from the outside and the tenants living inside cannot feel the existence of the fourth floor.
The reason why these French wizards went to so much trouble and risked being exposed was to perform such a trick on the most prosperous streets of Paris.
Its fundamental purpose is funny to say, which is to be the same as other tenants who are "temporarily staying" here.
We all came here to enjoy the true "French romance", but today an uninvited guest finally came.
A young man wearing a white shirt and dressed like an urban white-collar worker broke into the building early in the morning.
He didn't care about the noise at all and walked towards the fourth floor with big strides.
The cordial greetings in various languages he encountered along the way did not stop him from moving forward until he finally stopped in front of a mottled painted door.
Looking down at my feet, I saw a pair of new high-heeled shoes placed casually, and a pair of familiar hand-made leather shoes next to them.
There was a strange expression on the young man's face, and he seemed to be having a fierce ideological struggle.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out and knocked on the door.
"Dong Dong Dong!!"
After the dull sound, there was a chaotic noise and some swear words mixed with gypsy language in the room.
It was from a young woman, and there were also some French pleas for mercy, which sounded like an old man.
Listening to the noise in the room, the young man's face became even uglier, until he suddenly heard the sound of the window being pushed open.
He then immediately took out his wand, pointed at the door handle and shouted.
"Alohomora, open the hole!"
A red light flashed, and the door immediately opened, and the young man rushed in.
The moment he entered the room, the scene he saw made him feel even more embarrassed.
A pretty red-haired girl who looked like she had just reached adulthood was lying on the bed, using a white quilt to try hard to cover her exposed skin.
On the other side, the window of the room was pushed open from the inside, and an old man wearing only a pair of white classic underwear was lying on the curtain, seemingly ready to jump down.
The two people looked at the young man almost at the same time. The red-haired girl just opened her mouth to scream when she was hit by a bright white light.
He fell directly onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. The old man on the other side, after seeing the appearance of the person coming clearly, immediately became furious and said:
"Eber Leonard, who allowed you to come here, how dare you break into my room."
"Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have become an International Auror. I can still rely on my status as the French Minister of Magic."
"Your position will be revoked based on what happened today."
"Based on what happened today?" The young man named Eber Leonard did not show any panic because of the old man's anger.
He just asked back calmly, then turned his head slightly to look at the red-haired girl who was still sleeping soundly on the bed.
This action made the old man even more embarrassed, and he then angrily pushed Mr. Leonard out of the room.
Then he slammed the door shut and shouted at the person behind it.
"Forget everything you saw today young man, this is my day off and I can do what I want with my time."
Mr. Leonard, who was turned away, remained expressionless. He did not knock on the door again, but spoke calmly.
"Senior officials from all departments of the Ministry of Magic request an emergency meeting of the entire French Ministry of Magic to discuss the issue of Grindelwald."
"Grindelwald!" A scream came from the room, followed by dead silence for a full five minutes.
The sound was heard again in the room.
"Wait outside for a while. I'll go back with you after I'm dressed. During this process, you are not allowed to enter this room again."
Hearing this, Leonard's husband's face was full of helplessness. He silently leaned his back against the wall.
I lit a French Gauloise cigarette and looked at the two pairs of shoes placed at the door in front of me through the smoke.
He suddenly felt like the man who had received orders from the French General Staff in 1916 and was preparing to invite Marshal Philippe Pétain.
The colonel who went to command the battle of Verdun was said to be in a red-light district in Paris at the time.
Marshal Pétain was found. He was nearly 70 years old at the time and was enjoying a romantic moment in the room with his lover.
After so many years, the French men still remember their original aspirations.
I don’t know if the colonel is as embarrassed as I am.
After smoking two cigarettes, the door of the room was slowly pushed open, and an old man wearing a long black trench coat and a red bow tie came in.
After putting on his shoes with the help of a walking stick, he walked out slowly. He came to Mr. Leonard and warned him with a serious expression.
"I'm just out shopping, sir. Please always remember this."
Hearing this, Mr. Leonard looked through the other person's profile and into the open room, and indeed found that the red-haired girl had disappeared.
He immediately retracted his gaze and nodded with a calm expression.
"Of course, Minister."
"Not as the Minister, but as an individual, Mr. Kyle Raymond."
The old man emphasized it again.
Leonard also showed a smile on his face, but it was not clear whether that smile was happy or sarcastic.
He just nodded and said.
"Of course, Mr. Kyle Raymond!!"
