Things have really gotten out of hand.

Felix walked out of the hotel, the flash of his magic camera flashed blindingly, and puffs of purple smoke blew out of the camera. The reporters from the French magic world were so excited that they seemed to have taken a manic potion, with an abnormal flush from the wings of their noses to their necks.

Two black-robed wizards stood in the courtyard, with a circle of space around them. People seemed to have a contradictory mentality, wanting to get closer to take a look, but with some hidden worries, so they chose an awkward position.

Their masks had been taken off, revealing two young faces.

"Byers, there's no need for you to follow." Yuria whispered.

"Anyway, I've been seen, what am I afraid of? I just hope to take a look at Bethenny before I'm locked up." Byers said indifferently.

"Maybe you'll regret it."

"At least not yet. Why haven't they arrested us yet? The reporters have been taking pictures for a while. To be honest, the flash lights are blinding me."

Uriah said rationally, "The longer it takes, the better. See, Celeste is dumbfounded."

Celeste was indeed dumbfounded. She was warning Moore, who was wiping his sweat, in an imperative tone, "Mr. Director, you can't let reporters in. This is related to the diplomacy of the two countries."

Moore uttered a string of ambiguous French: "I can't control them. Reporters have this right."

"At least take these two students away?" "

I can't make the decision. This is related to the diplomacy of the two countries." Moore responded with the same words, "I have informed the minister. I won't do anything before he comes. Maybe you can do it yourself."

Celeste certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to do it herself. Didn't she see that the reporters outside were so excited that they were about to explode?

She was going to add fuel to the fire?

What would her reputation be like tomorrow!

Celeste felt that she had once again gone too far. She walked over to Cecil and said through her teeth, "Where are our people?" "

They were led away by the Reform Society. When they came back, the attack was over. They are now out trying their luck to find anyone. There is no news yet," Cecil said.

"Let these idiots come back! What's the point of arresting them now? They have come to our door on their own." Celeste said angrily. She felt that her chair in the Woolworth Building office had grown legs and her hat had wings. In short, everything seemed to be away from her.

"Sorry, I can't get in touch." Cecil shrugged.

"Look outside! Someone is coming again!" said a short reporter.

"The minister is here?" the reporter next to him asked.

"...More black robes!" The short reporter couldn't wait to give Uriah and the others a new name as the headline for tomorrow's front page.

No, it's the headline tonight!

A dozen reporters rushed out with black cameras. In their excited expressions, dozens of black-robed wizards appeared at the Busles Hotel. They wore masks on their faces, remained silent all the way, and their footsteps were neat and orderly. This style particularly attracted the attention of reporters.

Maxwell asked: "Director, what should we do?"

Moore looked up at the sky and concentrated on studying the shape of a cloud, as if there was some great discovery hidden on it. So, under the watchful eyes of a group of French Ministry of Magic staff, the students of Ilvermorny walked into the courtyard without any obstruction.

Uriah and Byers looked at their arrogant companions with dull expressions until they walked in front of the two of them, and they still didn't come back to their senses.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to leave? Just write a letter..."

"Hey, Uriah, we have completed the task, but before leaving, we discussed it and felt that it would be bad to miss this excitement." A passionate voice said.

"Matt..." Uriah whispered.

"It's me." The wizard who spoke lifted the mask and showed a bright smile.

"And me, Uriah." A witch with a ponytail took off her mask and winked at him.

"Haha, I can't just go away like this." A cheerful wizard took off his mask with a smile.

"Yes, Zachley is right. I am not willing to go away like this either."

"What a coincidence, I thought so too."

...

One by one, the black-robed wizards took off their masks. They were men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, but all of them were full of youth.

Celeste was completely dumbfounded when she saw this scene. Her lips opened and closed silently, and her expression was dull.

Not only her, but also Moore, Cecil, Maxwell, Bubbage, reporters, Muggle research experts, everyone present was shocked by this picture.

After a brief pause, the hotel courtyard was boiling, and the shutter sounds of magic cameras became one, noisy like bees.

Above Paris, owls flew across the sky.

Faced with this situation, a small director of the Law Enforcement Department could not handle it at all.

The French Minister of Magic arrived first, but he also found it difficult. He hesitated between arresting and not arresting. At this moment, figures appeared through Apparition.

"Americans!"

The French Minister of Magic said in surprise.

A woman strode over, "Hello, Minister, I was entrusted by Chairman Marcus to come and communicate with you first. He will arrive later, you know, in order to appease the Congress..."

"Have you received the news?"

The woman said helplessly: "This is also one of the contents to be communicated. My God, they are really powerful."

"We are the first batch to use the reserved door keys and Apparition. There may be some wizards and people who are paying close attention to this matter later..."

Her words were a bit conservative, and it was definitely not just "some" enthusiastic people.

After three or four hours, the people who got the news and rushed over filled up half of the valley.

The French Minister of Magic urgently transferred one-third of the staff to take over the security work in the area around the hotel.

Cancel vacations, prohibit slacking off, and work overtime. Various concealment and protection spells fell like rain, and the Busles Hotel temporarily disappeared from the eyes of ordinary people.

Felix stood in the corner and watched silently, not knowing how things would end. But the girl named Bethenny and the young men leading them would probably go down in history.

Even though he was just an outsider, he was looking forward to more 'pioneering' solutions.

Bigwigs kept coming.

The President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, the headmaster of Ilvermorny School, a member of the International Confederation of Wizards, and a familiar figure, Albus Dumbledore, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

"Dumbledore, you are here too." Marcus, the president of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, strode forward to greet him.

"Marcus, I have to come. The commotion has reached my insensitive ears. You can imagine how big the impact is."

"No one expected it... The congressmen are very angry. They want to severely punish these students."

"How to do it? Put them in jail?" Dumbledore's expression was very serious, and his silver-white beard trembled: "Excuse me, Marcus, any action you take now will affect the future in a few years or more than ten years, and will directly reflect on you. No one can escape it."

"Yes, I just learned that they did break the law, but the nature is not bad. The most important thing is that the impact is huge. If it is not handled properly, these people outside may rush into the Woolworth Building and overthrow the entire Magic Congress by next Monday at the latest!"

"Look, Dumbledore, there are nearly a thousand people outside."

Felix did not listen carefully. He walked out of the hotel and looked at the crowd that was still gathering. More than half of them were American visitors.

With these enthusiastic people, the bigwigs might not be able to leave the hotel without a result.

A French staff member who was maintaining order said dissatisfiedly: "In fact, they can all be considered as illegal immigrants... It's just that at this critical moment, no one cares."

"But I hope that these Americans will be severely fined later!"

...

Felix stood on a small hill and looked at the hotel from a distance. Looking at the surging crowd from this angle, he felt a special sense of detachment, which made his thinking more rational.

The Ministry of Magic... ordinary wizards... students...

He had a new understanding of the organizational form of the magic world.

A person next to him said: "I didn't expect to see such a scene in my lifetime."

Felix had noticed someone approaching a long time ago. He turned around and saw an old man trembling and moving towards him. His face was very pale, as if he had been painted with a layer of white paint. It was hard to tell whether his hair was whiter or his face was whiter.

He hurried over and held his arm.

"Ouch." The old man screamed in pain.

"Uh, excuse me?" Felix looked at him in confusion.

"It's okay. I'm old and my bones are a little brittle."

Felix looked at him strangely, wondering whether he should suggest that he take some calcium tablets.

By the way, is it useful for wizards to take calcium tablets?