Harry Potter and the Old Ones

England, London, the headquarters of the British-German Magical Alliance, the former British Ministry of Magic, the Immigration Department's special furnace network, one after another the emerald green flames ignited in the furnaces, and then went out, and wizards dressed in strange clothes came out of the flames.

These wizards are both male and female, some are wearing black wizard robes, some are wearing dark green robes, some are wearing modern clothes similar to Muggles, and some are wrapped in thick and warm down jackets——

Although they were dressed differently, without exception, they almost all looked sad.

Their expressions showed heaviness and exhaustion. Their foreheads are deeply etched with stress wrinkles, their brows are furrowed, and their eyes reveal a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

They didn't communicate much after they walked out of the stove. They just looked at each other sadly, and then walked into the special conference room of the Magical Immigration Department one by one as if they were on the execution ground.

The first official——

Doniel Klosterman, the current head of the Klosterman family from Finland, walked in. His eyes flashed with fatigue and worry, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if he was carrying a heavy responsibility. His eyes looked a little old, as if he had experienced too many challenges and troubles.

He picked a seat farthest from the chairman's seat and sat down.

Then came the second official, Irena Smirnov. When she walked into the conference room, although she looked a little better than Doniel Klosterman, she still had a frown on her face, and there was a look in her eyes. Revealing a sense of helplessness and confusion, as if the problems they faced could not be easily solved.

Similarly, Irena Smirnov also chose a seat at the principle chair and sat down.

Then the third official, Balazs Loch Hofmand, the leader of the oldest wizarding family in Germany, walked in with the same frown.

Then came the other senior officials of the Anglo-German Magic Alliance. They were all in a gloomy mood, as if they were not here for a meeting, but to attend a funeral.

"Then my dear colleagues." Just after the last person sat down in the conference room, a bright flame appeared at the top of the conference table.

The flames were suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating, growing in size, and finally turned into a starry door.

"Our meeting will not be held here today, come, come, my compatriots." The voice came from the other side of the door.

It was Tiera's voice.

It was obviously a very clear and sweet boy's voice, but it sounded like a death curse to everyone's ears.

"Come on, why doesn't anyone come?" Tiera's voice came from the other side of the door again.

This time Tiera's voice sounded slightly displeased.

All the wizards in the conference room felt as if they were electrocuted when they heard Tiera's voice. After looking at each other, they had to stand up and walk towards the starry door with great difficulty and anxiety.

When they passed through the dazzling gate that seemed to be composed of countless stars, they were greeted by endless green hills and intoxicating golden wheat fields.

Sunlight from above falls on the streets of stone houses in the small village.

The dilapidated traditional small stone houses on both sides of the street have been renovated, and wires, water pipes and outdoor air conditioners have been added, adding a touch of modernity to this seemingly quaint and backward small village.

"Welcome, my colleagues." Tiera stood at the entrance of the small village street and saluted the wizard officials who came across the bright starlight gate.