Chapter 394: France's Relaxation
As it is still the Christmas holiday, the Champs-Elysées in the early morning seems particularly deserted.
The defense workers in charge of sanitation were also on vacation and did not come out to clean up. The streets were full of garbage and traces left by the work carnival.
A drunkard from last night fell casually in the corner of the street, a homeless man in rags.
He was trying his best to find something valuable from the other party, but it was obvious that he was too late.
Valuable items such as wallets and watches had already been taken away by the previous few people. The frustrated homeless man had no choice but to steal the drunk man's clothes.
Fortunately, it is already early morning, the sun has come out and the temperature is gradually warming up.
Otherwise, this drunkard would most likely freeze to death on the most gorgeous street in all of Europe.
Mr. Raymond and Mr. Leonard were walking on the street, watching all this calmly, without any intention of stopping it.
After all, no one wants to destroy the unique sense of relaxation in this romantic city.
After walking three or two blocks, the two came to a magnificent building.
This building is located in the center of Paris and its exterior adopts typical French architectural style.
The towering bell tower, exquisite stone carvings and gorgeous iron balconies all showcase the charm of French art.
The French Ministry of Magic did not hide its buildings in some remote corner or underground like other countries.
Instead, it was built in the middle of the busiest street in Paris, with only the Muggle-repelling spells set up around it.
There is almost no protection around the building, so drunk people often break in.
So much so that the number of Muggle intrusions reported by the French wizarding community often accounts for at least half of the total number of such cases in the entire European wizarding world.
The United Wizarding Conference and the Ministries of Magic of other countries have repeatedly warned of this situation.
But the French just won’t change. Don’t ask, it’s still the same feeling of relaxation that is unique to France.
As you approach the building, you can see two huge stone lions in front of the door. Their eyes seem to be able to see through everything, guarding the first line of defense of this mysterious Ministry of Magic.
The door is made of heavy oak and is carved with intricate magical runes that only a true wizard can decipher and open.
After all, no matter how relaxed you are, if Muggles really break into the building, they will be able to see the existence of the entire magical world.
That would be a much more serious situation, especially considering the Aurors in the French Ministry of Magic have sloppy abilities and personalities.
Without these two lines of defense, they might not even notice if a Muggle broke in.
When you enter the building, the first thing that catches your eye is a spacious hall with exquisite mosaic tiles on the floor and murals depicting the history of magic on the walls.
A huge crystal chandelier is placed in the center of the hall, emitting a soft light and illuminating the entire space.
Countless employees of the Ministry of Magic were walking around the space in a daze, wearing all kinds of strange clothes.
Most of them are pajamas with exaggerated colors and patterns, and some are some weird costumes.
For example, the man wearing a white stocking on his left leg and a black stocking on his right leg stands out particularly.
He was wearing a pair of exaggerated high heels, and he walked unsteadily, as if he was about to fall at any time.
Mr. Leonard looked at his colleagues in front of him, then turned to look at Mr. Raymond without any change in expression.
At this time, Mr. Raymond's face was full of gloom, and his eyes were staring at his subordinates, who were yawning as if they had not woken up yet and were like zombies.
He pressed the wand against his throat to increase the volume and coughed heavily twice.
The sound was like two huge alarm clocks, finally waking up these half-asleep guys.
The result is that just like everyone is grumpy when they wake up, these guys don't even look at who made the noise when they wake up.
They picked up the documents in their hands and threw them towards the direction of the sound.
Fortunately, Mr. Leonard was quick-witted and waved his wand lightly, and the documents thrown at him like grenades were gone.
They lost their speed in mid-air and landed lightly on the ground while arranging themselves neatly.
Looking at the neatly arranged documents at his feet, Mr. Raymond's eyes twitched wildly, and he looked up at those frightened Ministry of Magic employees.
Yelled angrily
"Look at you guys, do you still have any qualities as a Ministry of Magic employee?"
"What the hell are you wearing? And in what state are you in? You can't even maintain basic attire."
"It seems that you have finished your work, especially you."
Mr. Raymond pointed at the man wearing contrasting stockings and roared with a ferocious look on his face.
"Mr. Jim Heck, I think it is necessary for me to have a talk with your leader about reorganizing the Auror team."
"Some intolerable phenomena have occurred."
After criticizing his subordinates, Mr. Raymond did not forget to demonstrate his qualities and abilities as a leader.
He adjusted his collar and tie and said with a serious expression.
"Don't ever forget your identity. You are employees of the French Ministry of Magic and you represent the entire French magical world."
“To maintain French elegance at all times, every detail must be perfectly mastered.”
Having said that, he turned around and walked towards the stairs in a cool manner.
Looking at the old and straight back, all of them lowered their heads in shame.
Only Mr. Leonard, who had been following behind the other party, smiled meaningfully and shook his head slightly.
He was thinking that these people might never know that just a dozen minutes ago, this well-dressed French gentleman.
She was still lying on her lover's big bed, and was even ready to escape through the window wearing only her underwear.
But now, he can openly teach these children a lesson, who have just escaped from their warm beds and wonderful holidays.
The poor employee who was forcibly awakened, what a damn relaxing feeling.
Walking up the stairs, the two came to a gorgeously decorated meeting room.
The walls of the conference room are inlaid with various gemstones, sparkling with charming light.
A long conference table is placed in the center of the room, surrounded by comfortable leather chairs.
There are various expensive magic books and mysterious props on the table, which are very eye-catching.
However, it was impossible for the two people who had just pushed open the door to focus on those items.
The people sitting in the conference room are more attractive, or more eye-catching, than those gorgeous and expensive items.
Mr. Raymond stood at the door in a daze, and Mr. Leonard behind him shook his head helplessly for the umpteenth time today.
