Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 806 Migration Plan

In the windowless underground meeting room, Lucius Malfoy, dressed in a dark green robe, walked through the corridor, accompanied by Draco in a black suit. The father and son entered the meeting room and, guided by staff, took their seats in the front row of the audience section.

On the solid wood armrests on either side of their seats, a gray-green metal emblem glowed faintly, its dim light flashing quietly. Two fire dragons and several venomous snakes encircled the letter "M," its dark and crystalline appearance shimmering.

The Malfoy family crest also marks seating. The International Wizarding Union welcomes all wizards or magical creatures to attend, but only in the unimportant back rows. To some extent, the front rows are a symbol of status and wealth.

Lucius's hair was somewhat mottled, and his back was no longer as straight as before, but slightly hunched. If in the past he was maintaining his posture and demeanor, now he was pursuing comfort without being impolite, which made him look a bit old.

The seats in front and behind were gradually filled with observing wizards. Some were familiar faces. The back row consisted of pure-blood families that had survived the turmoil, while the front row was filled with newly rich half-bloods, retired officials from the Ministry of Magic, and members of the Knights of Merlin...

Some were unfamiliar faces, their identities only discernible by the emblems inlaid on the armrests: members of the Board of Trustees of the French Beausbottom School, scholars from the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center, pure-blood wizards from other regions…

I still remember some familiar faces, but I probably won't see them again in the future.

Draco's hair was meticulously combed, with a platinum-yellow hue. The cuffs of his custom-made suit were subtly embroidered with gold thread patterns. His hands were clasped together, his fingers interlocked, and he scanned the center of the hall with a blank expression, observing the attending wizards.

He could hear hushed conversations around him from time to time, and occasionally the name Malfoy would be mentioned. Whenever such words drifted into his ears, Draco would unconsciously straighten his back.

Just as he was calmly straightening his posture, he suddenly caught a glimpse of that familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. His relaxed hands involuntarily clenched into fists, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.

……

The underground meeting room, the audience section.

After greeting her former colleagues at the newspaper, Rita Skeeter sat down in the front row.

With a clear view ahead, her photos would be clearer and more eye-catching on the front page of the newspaper; being only a few feet away from the main venue, she could clearly hear each delegate's speech, which also meant her press releases would be more detailed and specific than those of other reporters.

Skeeter tested the quill pen to make sure he could quickly jot down key points and write a draft after each meeting.

"Members of the Order of the Phoenix are treated quite well..."

She muttered to herself.

A slight commotion arose from the front of the meeting hall as representatives from various wizarding governments and ethnic groups began to take their seats; the meeting was about to begin.

Skeeter looked up and immediately saw the two familiar figures in the main seat. His eyes widened slightly, and his face was full of barely suppressed excitement and anticipation.

A quill pen moves across parchment, and a portable camera captures the moment.

……

The Ministry of Magic opened up the two floors and set up a simple and elegant venue, large enough to accommodate all the wizards and representatives of magical creatures attending the meeting.

The chairman's seat was located in the central main seat, and when Loren followed Dumbledore to his seat, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The large hall was divided into several sections. To the left of the main seat was the British Ministry of Magic, the organizer, with the current Minister, Ms. Burns, in attendance. To the right was the Magical Congress of the United States, the previous organizer, with the current President, Mr. Kohauer, in attendance. Following them were representatives from the Ministries of Magic of France, Germany, Austria, and other countries.

There were also representatives from various intelligent magical creatures attending the conference.

Sitting next to the head of the table, I had a panoramic view of the entire venue. There were more delegates than I had expected, and the attendees were more diverse than I had anticipated.

"President Dumbledore..."

"Who is the young wizard sitting next to him?"

"I've never heard of any descendants in the Dumbledore family."

"The British Ministry of Magic doesn't seem surprised."

"Could it be...?"

Amidst the murmurs of surprise and doubt, Loren felt a sense of solemnity—a solemnity that carried the future destiny of all magical creatures, a solemnity that changed the world and created the future.

After an unknown amount of time, the observers, delegates, and other creatures gradually quieted down, though curious eyes continued to linger on Dumbledore and the young wizard beside him.

Ms. Burns slowly raised her wand and shook it slightly.

The lights in the entire hall suddenly dimmed. The Ministry of Magic was located underground, and all the light in the hall came from the golden runes moving on the ceiling. Minister Burns adjusted the lights to focus the light on the main hall.

"The Ministry of Magic hosted the General Assembly fifty years ago, but there was no light show back then."

Dumbledore said with a smile, his voice so low that only he and Loren could hear him.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly, not answering. He didn't care much about the lighting, but instead looked at the delegates, his mind flashing through the plans he had discussed with some of them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the International Wizarding Union Conference!"

Amelia Bornes, around forty or fifty years old, slightly plump, with a square jaw, short gray hair, and wearing a monocle, always wore a serious, unsmiling expression. After looking around, she placed her wand against her neck and said:

"It has been nearly four hundred years since the International Federation of Wizards was established in the 17th century. This does not mean that our history is only four hundred years old. Before that, there were wizarding councils, and before we united, there were wizarding regimes in various regions."

"For thousands of years, the history of wizards has been about dealing with crises and uniting to continue the magical civilization. We have faced dark wizards, purges, witch hunts, witches, death eaters... We migrated to different settlements and enacted the Secrecy Act, all for the sake of better survival."

"We gather here for the continuation of magic, for the development of wizards, and for a better tomorrow..."

"The last International Wizarding Union Conference was held four years ago. In recent years, with the cooperation of various wizarding regimes and intelligent creature groups, some long-term progress has been made."

Four years ago, the Magical Congress of the United States took the lead in establishing a werewolf rights department, providing potion subsidies, recruiting werewolves into the workforce, directly rescuing nearly 4,000 werewolves, and indirectly helping tens of thousands of werewolves and their families. Their achievements are remarkable and will surely be recorded in history.

"For four years, the British Ministry of Magic has been dealing with the resurgence of Voldemort. The Ministry was even breached twice and almost completely overthrown. After overcoming all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, it finally achieved victory..."

"We have achieved brilliant success, and we will surely create an even more brilliant future."

Ms. Burns spoke for a few more minutes, paused briefly, and then addressed the assembled delegates: "The past crisis has passed, but a new one is brewing. Today we gather here again to discuss just one issue..."

"The Magical Civilization Migration Project." The president of the American Magical Congress, Kohler, stood up, his expression solemn.

(End of this chapter)