My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 370

"What?! Are you crazy? We can't accept this kind of proposal!"

"These are reasonable and legal, and we have a wealth of cases to support them."

"Our national conditions are not in line with other countries."

"Isn't this your problem? The establishment of a puppet terrorist organization to provoke the relationship between wizards and non-witches..."

On the top floor of the Woolworth Building, on the wide wall behind the Congress Hall, the huge portrait of Speaker Jackson has been taken down by officials urgently, rolled into a ball and thrown in the trash can at the entrance of the hall. In the corner of the portrait, Jack Speaker Sen is still glaring at passing passersby, exuding his suffocating charm.

But the frame that was cast with a strong paste spell was hard to shake. The emblem of the Congress on the back showed only the frame and a pair of yellowed wings. In desperation, Norton II had to put a picture of Josiah Jack in the frame. Sen's photo-it is Millhouse Jackson's greatest reliance, his great grandfather who founded the Congress with great virtue and respect.

Ironically, the original portrait of Josiah Jackson was picked off and thrown away by Millhouse because he liked this place.

Norton II rubbed his temples, sitting in the first high-back chair, almost buried in parchment-at first he was still working in the office, but frequent meetings forced him to move all the documents into the meeting room Here, there are piles of empty bottles piled up at his feet, which used to contain euphoria and demulcents, but he always feels that he has drunk fake medicine, even if it is a whole bottle of euphoria, he still feels very depressed, as for He didn't even feel the soothing effect of the moderator, on the contrary, he became more and more anxious.

For him, the only good news received in the past few days is that Millhouse's chair is very high-end. As a casual director who is sitting in the office signing and smiling, he has a deep research on the comfort of the chair. , At the first glance he saw the Millhouse chair, he knew Millhouse's nature to enjoy-at least to enjoy the ass.

But at this moment, the arguing from the front made him feel like sitting on pins and needles in this high-class chair. Before no one noticed, he secretly raised his **** a little, squinted his eyes, and looked at the blurred vision. Everyone.

Compared with the time when it was full of delegates, the congress hall at this moment is empty. The cruise ship Nelson took is still floating in the Atlantic Ocean. In such a short time, how can you find so many that can withstand the crisis? Where's the backbone?

However, even those who are less than one-third of the seats are divided into two distinct camps.

The participant on the left is wearing various wizard robes, wearing a wizard hat, and holding a magic wand.

The man on the right looks like a miscellaneous army, with costumes covering all classes and different professions. The man in the lead is showing a stack of paper documents, as if holding a torch high and talking freely.

He was the teacher who appealed to Norton II on the day of the second Salem trial, and the only cultural man left among the victims, Mr. Jeremy Mueller.

"International friends from the British Ministry of Magic have provided us with a precious and great material, gentlemen."

Mr. Mueller stepped down from his seat and prepared to distribute the materials in his hand to the wizards on the opposite side. When the wizards saw the inconvenient legs and feet of the hemp chicken, they all showed disdainful smiles. With this simple action, they only need to wave. It can be done with a magic wand. In their opinion, Maji is no different from those house elves who run around, serving tea and pouring water.

The wizard representative sitting directly opposite Mr. Mueller snorted and waved his magic wand. The documents flew into the hands of every wizard precisely.

"Thank you, Mr. Warren," Mr. Mueller said gratefully. "You should be able to see that in this world, the United States is the last and only country that completely separates wizards from non-wizards, but in Africa In the wizarding society, even the young United States is establishing a legal system that is in line with international development trends. It was once considered the fastest-growing country in society, but our fellow wizards are in a passive state due to some conspiracies."

The word "comrades of wizards" came into the ears of the wizards on the opposite side. Some of them finally couldn't help but laugh, but Mr. Mueller just stood there with a smile, just like when he was working with a pointer, waiting patiently for naughty Trick or treat children make trouble, and then teach them gently.

It's just that perhaps in the eyes of the wizard, the "Maji" he represents is the insatiable and stinky child-Maji, what a terrible word!

Norton II squatted enough, and sat back on the chair that made him extremely uncomfortable. The sound of the bench legs across the ground echoed in the conference room, and the wizards quickly closed their mouths.

"I admire your efforts, but allow you and the participants in the Salem incident behind you to understand that the existence of magic is already at the limit," the old white man Warren said slowly, "I will tell you, my fellow wizards. We have done similar efforts to yours. Many years ago, there was no current "Rapaport Law" in the land where we lived. Our ancestors once threw an olive branch to your ancestors, but were Betrayed cruelly."

The word "wizard fellow" appeared in the conference room again, and the wizards behind Warren smiled again, but this smile contained a completely different emotion from the previous one.

"I know the "Rappaport Law". From a legal point of view, it completely overlaps with the scope defined by the "International Secrecy Law."

"You made a mistake, Mr. Mueller," Warren shook his head and said, "The International Confidentiality Act is used to protect Mochi, but the Rappaport Act, say it. Maybe you don't believe it, it's to protect the wizard!"

"I know what you want to say," Mr. Muller blinked, and took another piece of parchment paper from the table. From the material point of view, it should come from a wizard. "This is a piece from The wizard who saved our lives, Mr. Wiltening's historical data, is to help us win equality."

"what?"

Warren asked blankly, but he secretly said that it was not good. The name Mr. Mueller said was the one who caused such an empty meeting room. The former owners of these seats are now being placed in Wool. In the basement of the Woz Building, three shifts of Aurors and physicians were supervised. Norton II ordered that if they wake up, they still need to go to the wizard's prison and sit in a prison that lasts the same length as the coma.

"This historical material has revealed to us the truth of the so-called Twelve Trees Incident. We never thought of persecuting our fellow wizards, and Miss Dorcas Twelve Trees never betrayed. The culprit of this disaster was Descendants of the Scourers before the establishment of the Magical Congress of the United States, Ms. Twelve Trees just fell in love with the wrong person. In the final analysis, this is just a love tragedy," Mr. Mueller said. "You don't have to plant these things on us. Above all, what's more, in the past hundred years, the reason that this misunderstanding has intensified and eventually turned into feud is the conspiracy of criminals who have already been tried. The Magic Congress of the United States has been secretly funding and supporting the illegal organization of Second Salem. Their terrorist activities continue to hurt the people who also grow on this land."

"This is just their personal behavior, not sponsored by Congress!"

"That said, even if the person who caused the Twelve Trees Incident is not the descendant of the Scavengers, it can be explained by personal behavior." Mr. Mueller used Warren's logic to fight back forcefully.

Warren was at a loss for words, he turned his head and looked at the chief.

"Your Majesty Norton!"

"speaker!"

The representatives on both sides looked at Norton II at the same time, which made him seem to have returned to that terrible morning, asked the terrible question himself, and got a terrible "you".

He suddenly felt that his head was as big as a fight, and the mosquito-like "buzz" echoed in his brain.

"I think we can take a break and continue the discussion."

Norton II, who was even spinning around, couldn't even hear what they were talking about. Under the supervision of the international community, almost all the follow-up work had been arranged, but this public proposal was always unable to reach a consensus.

The wizard representatives left talking and laughing, leaving only the thirty-one victims sitting on the spot, waiting for the staff to bring them even for meals.

With a long sigh, Mr. Mueller walked out the door of the conference room, but was stopped in the corridor.

"Would you like to taste it? The wizard's good smoke, don't worry, it's not poisoned," Warren leaned against the wall with a tired face, and handed Mr. Mueller a delicate silver box. "This is also a shared wizard. The magical results have been achieved."

Mr. Mueller smiled and held out his hand to take the box. As soon as his hand touched the lid, it opened by itself, and a cigarette that had never been seen before flew into his mouth with a whistle, to his mouth. Bian Shi has ignited by itself.

He took a sip in surprise and exhaled a cloud of star-shaped smoke.

"The War of Independence Memorial. Although the War of Independence has been a long time ago, it does not prevent them from paying the memorial," Warren said with a shrug. Let's smoke inside...how about it, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

Mr. Mueller held the cigarette holder and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to learn magic through this.

"There is no need to do this, I'll give it to you. This cigarette case is a high-end product of Newmontgard."

"Thank you, Mr. Warren," Mr. Mueller breathed out a big puff of smoke, his head was wrapped in dense stars, and his voice came from the stars, "Thank you for being willing to talk to us on an equal footing."

"It's been so many days, everyone should be familiar," Warren leaned against the wall and sighed, "They don't even want to discuss issues with you. As everyone knows, the more the truth is argued, the more clear it is, not to mention that we have to do it anyway. Partially public, otherwise the countries that stare at us, as well as Grindelwald, will find excuses to interfere. Instead of passively being beaten by then, it is better to fight for more now...Oh, by the way, you may not know Grindelwald—— "

"I know that his subordinates participated in our rescue, and Mr. Wiltening was also from there. This international organization similar to the Red Cross is called Newmontgard."

"You are wrong. Grindelwald's most radical proposition in those years was to kill Muggles and turn this planet into a world ruled by wizards," Warren glanced at Mr. Mueller and said, "Is it right now? Think "Rappaport Law" is quite gentle?"

"my God……"

"With all due respect, Mr. Mueller, your efforts will not have any good results," Warren said patiently. "Even if you succeed, yes, the Magic Congress of the United States has disclosed itself to the Maji government in accordance with your demands. The existence of, then? What can this change? It is nothing more than some wizards can oppress Maji in a more blatant way, but Maji will not get anything. You don't have your own magic wands. This is doomed to not be true to the wizard. Survive equally."

"But I can't just sit back and watch my compatriots be taken away by an inexplicable organization like me. After experiencing that kind of torture, the ashes are piled together!" Mr. Mueller was suddenly agitated, "After being caught, I saw The first wizard was Mr. Wiltening. I thought he would be a savior, but he told me that everyone is equal. Those wizards have no right to bring us suffering. I probably know equality. What is it, but for the first time I felt it was so far away from me, and so real."

"The truth is, if it weren't for two wizards passing by, you wouldn't even have a chance to stand here and talk."

"That's why we have to change this situation!" Mr. Muller said with excitement, but lowered his voice. "Numontgard also provided a piece of data like us. Every year, thousands of compatriots are sacrificed because of wizards, but they hurt However, they didn't get the punishment they deserved, not a single one!"

"But we are naturally different. Isolation is really the best result for us." Warren shook his head. "My mother is a wizard from Maji. She went home the next year after giving birth to me. Visiting relatives, I was almost taken away by the Puritans! The barrier between us is not only in magic."

"That was many years ago."

A strange voice suddenly penetrated into their conversation, and Warren looked up and greeted in surprise: "Professor Twelve Trees, haven't you closed the school?"

"I'm banning students, but I can't help my feet," Professor Twelve Trees shrugged and said, "Warren, I didn't expect more than 20 years to pass, and you are already going to be a councillor."

"That's because my boss...you understand." Warren smiled awkwardly.

"I have something to ask your Majesty Norton," Professor Twelve Trees saw that he was about to leave, "You continue?"

Professor Twelve Trees left ~www.mtlnovel.com~ leaving them looking at each other on the ground.

"Right," he took two steps, then turned back, staring at Mr. Mueller, who had just been ignored, and asked, "Is it Mr. Mueller?"

"Hello?"

"Someone asked me to tell you a word."

Professor Twelve Trees looked at the silver cigarette case in Mr. Mueller's hand, smiled, stretched out his magic wand against his finger, and pressed the **** on it. The exact same scene as when he lighted the cigarette happened again, but this It was a Mochi who manipulated this gadget.

Mr. Mueller stared blankly at the silver box in his hand, and the voice of Professor Twelve Trees rang in his ears, "What you lack than the wizard is just a wand. Don't always stare at these. If you think you are more than the wizard. What's wrong, sometimes the weak can be used as a weapon, let alone strong."

His attention was completely attracted by the cigarette case in his hand. This time, he pressed the button by himself, and the flame was also ignited.

"Blocking can never make progress. I just came back from a boat and saw something interesting." Professor Twelve Trees patted him on the shoulder and soon left. "The times will soon change."

Chapter end