Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Now that William himself admitted that he and the French Ministry of Magic did fishing together... the situation was reversed.

French magic is no longer a representative of incompetence. They are courageous, courageous and cautious to defeat the conspiracy of the terrorist Arya!

William and Hermione are the saviors of Paris, and the Ministry of Magic is not incompetent.

Do not care whether these reporters believe it or not, Clegane believes it anyway!

Not only Thaksin, but he also needs to inform the ordinary wizards and make them believe.

Rita pushed the glasses down, stared at Krigan sharply, and questioned:

"That said, the French Ministry of Magic has long known that Arya will release Muggle weapons of mass destruction, but chose not to announce it and investigate it secretly."

"Of course it's okay, in order not to cause panic." Rita made an excuse for Clegane, and her conversation suddenly changed.

Road:

"But Arya was riding a fire dragon and vandalized in Paris. At that time, you obviously couldn't control the situation, but you didn't tell the people.

At the last second of the explosion, you are still betting... betting that Arya has no bullets in her gun?"

"Not a gun, she used a nuclear bomb." Clegane corrected.

"What does it matter?" Rita said indifferently. "Anyway, it's all Muggle weapons."

Rita put the nib of the green quill pen into her mouth, rolled her tongue, licked it tastefully, and smiled satisfied:

"Would you like to talk to the big guy, why did you make this decision, Mr. Director?

When the situation is obviously uncontrollable, not to evacuate the people, and to bet everyone's lives... You have not considered the consequences of failure?

Or do you think that your political achievements are more important than the lives of the people?!"

Krigan stood up abruptly, and he gripped the manuscript in his hand as if it were a desert eagle.

If it was a gun, he would definitely let Rita take a bet: Is there any bullet in his gun!

William and Hermione lay on the table, trying to keep themselves from laughing.

Clegane obviously hadn't met a reporter like Rita who would use the topic to play tricks and put the hat on.

All the reporters were excited to pick up their pens, scribble on the paper, and occasionally whisper to each other to discuss how this can make the title more "shocked"!

Krigan said anxiously: "You guys, don't listen to the wind or the rain. Jiang Lai's report has a deviation, and you have to bear it.

You can help her explain things out of nothing, which means you are also responsible, ****?"

The reporters glanced at Clegane disdainfully. They are not French, so what if they are responsible... come and bite me.

Seeing that the situation is developing in a bad direction, Krigan is ready to throw out his killer tricks to divert everyone's attention.

He pressed his hand and said loudly: "This is the end of the reporter's question session. Here, I want to solemnly announce one thing.

We will award Mr. Stark and Miss Granger the French Class of Valor Medal in recognition of their rescue of Paris!"

The reporters got excited again.

The status of the Medal of Valor in the French magical world is equivalent to the Medal of Merlin.The first-class medals are even more precious, and are rarely given to surviving wizards.

Let alone two foreigners.

Or two minor wizards...

This is William's second highly valuable award after the Merlin Medal.

Unfortunately, he is not the youngest recipient of the Medal of Valor.

Because Hermione is!

William and Hermione were born in the same year, but Hermione’s birthday is September 19th, a few months younger than William!

Rita's sketch pen, which also works quickly, wrote on the parchment:

"The British once again saved France from the Germans.

As we all know, the French Medal of Valor has always been prepared for the British.History is the magic of love going round and round, going round and round, back to the original point..."

Above this paragraph, there is another paragraph:

Krigan: It's a showdown, I won't pretend, I'm a desperate gambler!

If Krigan saw Rita's sketch paper, he would probably give her an Avada to eat a big melon and send her to see the god of death!

"Okay, let's send flowers to the two heroes." Clegane said."I wish them a happy holiday in France!"

A girl came over from the side door.

——Sophie Costa!Gougouxs novel www.gougouxs.com

Costa came over with two handfuls of vetiver irises in full bloom.

Vetiver iris is the national flower of France. It is large and graceful, very similar to lilies, so many people will admit it wrong!

But in fact, iris and lily belong to two completely different families, and they are completely different bouquets.

"Complicated magic is performed on the bouquet, and it will never fade." Clegane said loudly, "It symbolizes the unbreakable friendship between Mr. Stark, Miss Granger, and France."

After a flash of light, Hermione leaned slightly and happily accepted the bright bouquet.

Costa walked over to William again, and passed the flowers with a smile on his face.

William also took it politely.

Costa’s eyes were hot. When she hugged, she whispered: "William, are you free tonight? We can talk privately about the last time you kissed me."

"Okay...wait!" William was stunned, with a black question mark on his face.

He and Costa met each other when they were visiting prisons.

With his three-inch tongue, William coaxed Costa very happily, plucking a few hairs, and never saw him again.

When did he kiss each other!

Potions can be drunk, but you can't talk nonsense, especially on such an occasion.

William glanced at Hermione next to him, and immediately denied it: "I am not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!"

Rejected by the public, Costa flushed red. She stretched out her finger, pointed at William angrily and said:

"You kissed my forehead in front of those many people that day, everyone saw it, but now you don't admit it?

Why are you doing that to me?!"

"Sophie, did you admit the wrong person?" Hermione poked her head and said carefully.

"How could I admit that I was wrong!" Costa furiously, "In the lobby that day, he kissed me and everyone saw it. He also said he invited me to a date, but now he doesn't admit it?

Stark, you are really right, you are a scumbag playing with other people's feelings!

You... insulted me!"

Costa is indeed a straightforward French girl, she raised her hand and slapped William.

Costa covered his face and ran out of the hall crying.

William was holding the bunch of flowers with a dazed expression, and stood there blankly.

It was the first time that he was slapped, and he was scolded by a scumbag in the public.

So wrong, he obviously hasn't had time to scum!

For a while, all kinds of flashing lights came on, and the reporters seemed to have seen the big news and snapped them like crazy.

Hermione looked at William's face and said distressed: "Does it hurt?"

William shook his head aggrievedly.

It didn't hurt. Costa didn't use any force at all, and his movements were light and fluttering, more like touching than slapped.

But it hurts!

William was killed by the wind critic.

"Hermione, I didn't...you must believe me!" William was unable to explain.

"Of course I believe you." Hermione coughed with a guilty conscience, her eyes dodged and said, "Even if people in the world don't believe you, I will believe you."

William was moved inwardly.

The girl blinked and suddenly smiled: "So, the English girl is better, not as unreasonable as the French girl, right?!"

William gave Hermione a small look.

His instinct told him that this incident revealed a taste of conspiracy!

There must be someone who wants to harm him!

Don't be caught by William, or you have to let the other party taste what is called 18 martial arts, and what is called a melee wizard with superb swordsmanship!

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