Chapter 290 Rainbow Feathers, Saints Of The Past

Chapter 290 Rainbow Feathers, Saints Of The Past

"Why are you still interested in this?" Newt said strangely after reading the newspaper.

Another thing that puzzled him was why this news appeared on the front page.

This kind of meeting is very common. Today we will discuss the thickness of the crucible, tomorrow we will discuss the content of dragon skin in dragon leather gloves, and the day after tomorrow we will talk about tariff issues on some goods.

In short, it is enough to make the officials of the Ministry of Magic look less relaxed.

In the past, these were placed in inconspicuous small squares in newspapers. People were more concerned about serious topics such as finding pets, chatting with someone naked and cheating money.

"I'm not interested in the meeting, I'm here to watch the fun." Wayne gloated, "Scrimgeour's face will look very good then."

Newt didn't know why Wayne had an affair with Scrimgeour again, but since Wayne wanted to go, he didn't have any problem with it. At most, he would only miss two days of class.

Early the next morning, after learning that Wayne and Newt were leaving, almost all the dragon keepers in the residential area came to see them off.

In just twenty days, Newt also impressed many dragon farmers with his super professional quality. They also learned a lot of useful knowledge from such a magical animal expert.

And for Wayne, it's pure gratitude.

Wayne takes Norbert around every day. The mighty dragons suppress the fire dragons and they are very honest, which makes the work of the dragon owners a lot easier.

Ang!

Norbert looked at Wayne and Feng Wang reluctantly, and his screams were listless.

Wayne touched the faucet and comforted: "We can meet in a few months. I'll be waiting for you at Hogwarts then."

That's right, Noble became the eighth dragon selected as a substitute, and he will also go to school when the time comes.

King Feng looked at Norbert, whose big eyes were full of grievances. He hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind.

A golden tail feather fell off from her tail and landed on Norbert's body. Even Wayne looked at her in surprise.

This is no ordinary feather, but a rainbow-colored rain.

It contains the power of the Phoenix King himself. Holding this feather, one can claim to be the Phoenix King's messenger.

It seems that the Phoenix King is also a tsundere. He usually doesn't pay much attention to Norbert, but now he actually sends out the Rainbow Feather for the first time.

This is acknowledging this daughter.

The feather fell on Noble's body and blended into 04 her body.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Phoenix King said something again, and Norbert took one last look at Wayne and Phoenix King, flapped his wings, and flew back to his nest.

After finally saying goodbye to Charlie, Wayne got on the carriage.

During the flight, Newt suddenly remembered a question and asked quickly: "You are going to attend a safety exchange meeting, but do you have an invitation?"

"I don't have it, but someone does." Wayne stretched, "Go to the black market in the secret place first, and someone will take us into the venue.

Upon hearing about the black market, Newt knew who Wayne was looking for and didn't ask any more questions.

Two hours later, Zuowu landed in a park on the outskirts of Paris.

Wayne first put it into his suitcase, then held Newt's shoulders and led him to apparate to Cross Rozier's black shop.

Seeing Wayne, a flash of excitement flashed in Cross's eyes, but when he saw Newt next to him, it immediately turned into disgust.

"Why did you bring this old guy here?"

Newt said speechlessly: "Rozier, you are more than ten years older than me. I am an old guy, so who are you?"

"Huh, I'm old at heart." Cross didn't give Newt a good look.

"Why does this old man hate you so much?" Wayne asked in a low voice.

"When he was defeated by Theseus, he always disliked us two brothers."

"That's right." Wayne suddenly realized.

"Fart!" Cross broke through the defense immediately, "That's because your brother doesn't have martial ethics, so he attacked me sneakily!"

Newt said calmly: "You can't defeat me without a sneak attack. Theseus is the chief arrogant!"

"Call him over and I'll fight him again!"

"He's retired."

"Okay, okay." Wayne stopped the bickering between the two centenarians, "Cross, please take me to the meeting venue quickly. The meeting has already started, right?"

Cross glared at Newt and didn't continue.

"Follow me with your followers."

After saying that, Cross apparated and disappeared, and Wayne followed the traces of space and teleported there with the New York Times.

The three of them arrived outside a cathedral, and there were several men in black guarding the door.

Cross took out the invitation and after confirming it was correct, the guard let him go.

It is not a real church inside, but a stepped hall. After the three people entered, they were on the highest floor, looking down from above.

At this time, an official was standing in the middle giving a speech, and Cross led Wayne and Newt to a row of empty seats.

Here you can see the row of official seats opposite, and Wayne quickly found Scrimgeour.

Just when he was about to sit down, Cross grabbed him.

"I know you are coming. Many old friends want to meet you." Cross whispered, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to go. We have no right to ask you to do anything."

The only old friends Cross mentioned were those saints.

After thinking for a moment, Wayne nodded in agreement.

After having so many things done, he just had a meeting, and he had no reason to object.

"Cross and I are going to meet a few people. You can sit by yourself for a while." Wayne whispered to Newt.

The old man nodded and replied in a low voice, "Don't be fooled, stay vigilant."

"I understand." Wayne nodded slightly.

Under the leadership of Cross, the two walked out of the door again and came to a side hall.

When the two people came in, the people who were talking in the room immediately fell silent.

Wayne glanced over and saw that there were more than ten people, both men and women, but no one was young. They were all old people with gray hair and beards.

"Everyone, this is Mr. Lawrence." Cross extended his hand and introduced the young man.

Excitement flashed in the eyes of the old people. One of them stepped forward and asked tremblingly:

"Mr. Lawrence, did you...did you really see him?"

Wayne didn't answer, but looked at Cross: "Who is this?"

"Rodriguez from Berlin." Cross revealed the identity of the old man, and then said: "The people here are all the people you have written to. They have contributed a lot to this meeting. It is worth it." trust."

Rodriguez also added, "Please rest assured, as long as it is a word from that person, we can give up our lives without hesitation."

The old men behind him also nodded solemnly.

Wayne looked at their determined looks and couldn't help but despise Fu Fu in his mind.

Look at others, then look at you.

Even if Grindelwald has been imprisoned for half a century, he still has so many die-hard followers.

And he's not bad at it, and he can influence the decisions of the Ministry of Magic in various countries.

Looking at the crooked melons and dates under Voldemort, there are a few loyal ones, such as Barty Jr. and Bellatrix. Unfortunately, they are all a bunch of lunatics.

To expect them to commit murder and arson, to expect them to develop their power... is just nonsense.

Why is the gap so big?

"You are serious, Mr. Rodriguez, I am doing this for safety reasons." Wayne smiled and shook his hand.

"I understand," Rodriguez said. "Caution is necessary."

He led Wayne to sit on the main seat, and he sat on the right hand side. It could be seen that among these followers, he also had the highest status.

In fact, Rodriguez was also ranked second on the list given by Grindelwald.

Wayne had some impression of him, as he seemed to be the former chief Auror of the German Ministry of Magic.

As for the first one, she didn't come over, and Wayne didn't write to her either.

After sitting down, Wayne revealed the question that everyone was most concerned about: "I did meet Mr. Grindelwald, twice.

"Great, great." Rodriguez said excitedly: "How is your life? Do you have any physical illness? He asked you to contact us. Is there any deeper meaning? Is he willing to come out?"

After saying that, the old man realized that he had too many questions and apologized repeatedly.

Wayne waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter. He waited for Rodriguez to calm down before continuing:

"Grindelwald is currently in pretty good condition, and his body is pretty strong. There is no problem with eating a whole table of food for one meal. I didn't steal anything from him last time I ate with him.

"Contacting you actually has nothing to do with him personally. It's just that I needed some help, so he recommended you to me."

"As for whether he wants to come out...he himself has no such intention, and there are many people in the world who don't want to see the news of his reappearance.

"We have no one to fear except Dumbledore!" an old lady shouted loudly, so cruelly and cowardly that even Wayne was amused.

It's not bad, it can be regarded as self-aware, knowing that he can't afford to offend Quan.

Immediately afterwards, they asked a lot of questions about Grindelwald, and some even asked Wayne to send some souvenirs there, for fear that Grindelwald would not have enough food and clothing.

At the end of the day, he also tried to test Wayne's dissatisfaction with the current magical world.

If necessary, they can raise their arms and they can be responsible for mobilizing helpers, leaving Wayne dumbfounded.

"Everyone, this time is actually just an accident. My target is only Scrimgeour, not the British Ministry of Magic, nor the entire continent.'

"I believe many of you have investigated me. I am a Muggle noble. Your so-called wizarding supremacy concept has nothing to do with me."

Some people couldn't help but retort: ​​"But you became a wizard and a very great master."

The way they judge whether a wizard is great is not by the Order of Merlin, but by Grindelwald's approval.

Being able to allow Grindelwald to hand over the core means of commanding the Saints to Wayne speaks volumes.

Therefore, since meeting Wayne, there has been no cliché testing session, and these most loyal saints have kept their postures very low.

"Does that mean I have to draw a line between me and Muggles?" Wayne looked at him. The old man who spoke was almost missing his teeth. "Grindelwald failed, which means that this theory cannot succeed. Even if it succeeds, then I I will also choose to side with Dumbledore."

A few people showed indignant looks, but they suppressed it and did not explode.

Cross quickly smoothed things over: "Everyone, let's not talk about this topic for now. The main purpose of Mr. Lawrence coming here this time is not to debate with you. He is still waiting to appreciate your results."

"That's right, Lord Grindelwald didn't say anything. It's your turn to worry about it." Rodriquez glanced at the other people coldly, then looked at Wayne with a smile:

"Mr. Lawrence, it was a pleasure talking with you this time. If there is anything we need to do in the future, please feel free to ask and I will do my best.

Others also expressed their opinions.

Wayne said a few polite words and walked out of the side hall.

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To avoid arousing suspicion, these old saints did not follow him away.

"Rodriguez, what do you think?" an old woman suddenly asked.

"He is as confident as the Lord, and the look in his eyes cannot deceive anyone." Rodriguez said solemnly: "When he talks about Dumbledore and the Lord, he is completely on an equal footing.

Tone, few people in this world can do it. "

Another old man sighed, "It turns out he doesn't care about fighting for his rights."

"It doesn't matter. Rodriguez shook his head: "As long as you are not someone with Dumbledore's temper, then there is still a chance. "

"Times have changed. The idea of ​​enslaving Muggles is simply impossible to realize, even if adults lead us. What we need is just to let wizards live in the sun...

Everyone fell silent.

"They didn't say anything, did they?" Newt asked nervously as soon as Wayne returned to his seat.

"No." Wayne shook his head slightly, "There are some little tricks, but I didn't pay attention to them."

"That's good." Newt relaxed a little.

Newt is not afraid that Wayne will be in danger, he is afraid that due to other people's deception, Wayne will bring danger to others.

The speaker had already left. Before Wayne came back, the German representative happened to speak, saying that the most important thing about this meeting was the simulation exercise to make the Aurors from various countries 'friendly'.

Let’s talk about the truth and make progress together.

Because it was a set process, no one had any objections.

This is a good stage for display and competition. The strength comparison between Aurors can largely represent the security level of a country.

The so-called exercise was divided into two parts.

The first part is a one-on-one regular duel, with three players from each country.

The second part is the team competition. Aurors often perform tasks in small teams, so it is three versus three.

The first to take the stage were the Aurors from France, the host, and Germany, the initiator.

The level of both sides was good. They were very proficient in using silent spells and instant spells, and their body skills were also very strong. In the end, there was no winner between the two countries, they just hit the mark.

Then came the competition between Austria and Hungary. This time the Austrian player was obviously better. Three consecutive silent spells with multiple casts shattered the opponent's defense and successfully disarmed them.

magic wand.

After the two Aurors left the field, Wayne regained his energy.

He saw Scrimgeour say something to a big black fat man behind him, and then the man came on stage.

The opponent is an Auror from Romania.

When the host finished naming the two people, Wayne also knew who the big black fat guy was.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, member of the Order of the Phoenix and future Minister of Magic.

"Watch it." Wayne said to Newt, who was almost asleep.

The old man also cheered up and stared at the slot.

He wanted to see how Wayne made Scrimger look ugly.

The battle started quickly. The Romanian Auror took the lead in attacking and quickly shot out a standard silent stun spell. Kingsley Shacklebolt also reacted quickly and deflected the spell.

Launch a counterattack.

However, what surprised him was that the opponent did not release the defensive spell but continued to attack in a posture of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Buzz!

Kingsley was suddenly startled when the spell hit the invisible barrier and was bounced away.

He has defensive alchemy items!

However, this was not the end yet. The Romanian Auror raised his right hand, a ring shone brightly, and two thick red lights shot out in the blink of an eye.

Kingsley's hastily arranged protective shield was violently shattered and fell into a short-term magic short-circuit. The Romanian Auror seized the opportunity and hit him accurately with two magic spells.

One blast lifted the wand from his hand, and the other blasted Kingsley away, landing heavily on Scrimgeour's table.

Scrimgeour, who was originally calm and composed, immediately turned dark.

Wayne smiled.

Old man, I'll slap you in the face.

Where is your talent? If I don’t let you get out of the Ministry of Magic this year, Master, I will accept you as my son!