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This magic text fully explains the entire principle of psychic summoning.

Pine portrayed it for a long time.

After describing the details of the contract magic text.

Then he began to describe the summoning and positioning magic passages; the summoning space magic passages; the principles and magic passages of the summoning contract monument...

A large piece of parchment is not enough.

One after another, the fifth piece of parchment was used.

Stare at the fourth piece of parchment.

Mr. Delacour suddenly said:

"Is this the space magic performed by the Elaine Magic Dance Troupe? Minister

Benshamin nodded:

"Yes."

The French Ministry of Magic Auror who was guarding the side couldn't help complaining:

"Deputy Minister...How old is this Mr. Wilson? What does he want to do? Why can’t I understand anymore?"

Delacour smiled awkwardly:

"Haha, can't you see it?"

The Auror looked solemn and shook his head.

"I don't understand some parts, after all, it involves mysterious souls. Mr.

Delacour sighed and looked at the parchments hanging in mid-air on the stage.

He sighed with envy:

"What a genius idea... Who would have thought that a simple space magic could be used in this way?"

Pine did not notice the movement in the venue.

At this moment, all his energy was concentrated on the pieces of parchment.

The speed of drawing one stroke at a time in his hand was not fast.

But he was extra cautious and worked extra hard.

Time is ticking. One second passed.

The reporters and spectators who originally attended the Merlin Medal Award Ceremony could no longer wait.

"Didn't it say it was halftime?"

"It’s been more than an hour of rest!"

"Even Dumbledore didn't come back. I guess the French Ministry of Magic must have some conspiracy."

"Damn it, you're right. It's probably the first generation of the Dark Lord who escaped from prison. These weak French wizards have surrendered again."

"Dumbledore was probably deceived by them too!"

The whispers in the audience became more and more outrageous, and the descriptions became darker and darker.

However, the most angry ones were undoubtedly the group of middle-aged and elderly women.

They all came for Lockhart.

Among them was Mrs. Weasley.

Her biggest motivation for accompanying the Wilson family to receive the award was to attend Lockhart's book signing.

George and Fred were unable to complain about their mother's star-chasing behavior.

They heartlessly ate the desserts provided by the French Ministry of Magic.

"Hey, it’s so unscientific that the delicacies made by the French are better than those made by the British. Cedric

, who was whispering to Marietta at the side, as an outstanding student of Badger Academy and proficient in all kinds of food magic, carefully added:

"Fred, George, this is very scientific. Many of our Hogwarts delicacies were actually brought back by Ms. Hufflepuff when she traveled around the world. They are not British delicacies at all."

"Our recipes are pitifully thin!"

"No wonder the food cooked by my mother tastes so bad."

George and Fred seemed to have found the crux of the problem and complained.

Fortunately, Molly, who was whispering to the surrounding fans at this time, did not hear the words of these two troubled sons.

Otherwise, the family would have nothing to do with it.

At this time, Lockhart fans are making a fuss

"I don’t know where Brother Lockhart has gone?"

"Was he also imprisoned by your French Ministry of Magic?"

"We are still waiting to attend Brother Lockhart’s book launch party after the award ceremony!"

"……"

The staff responsible for maintaining order at the venue had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

This... why haven't those big guys come back yet!

I can barely hold on here.

So he quickly sent someone over to urge him. boom!

The staff member had a conflict with the Auror guarding the door of Conference Room 306.

The sound of shouting came in

"Do you know how serious the consequences will be if something goes wrong at the Merlin Medal award ceremony?"

"If the minister and the others don't come out, the audience outside will soon be unable to stop them!"

Minister Benshamin sat in the front row unmoved.

His brain was already fully active in the magic pathways described by Pine. He was constantly simulating the trajectory of his magic power.

It was as if he had not heard the quarrel outside the room.

He had completely blocked out the outside world. He was disturbed.

At this moment, Uncle Newt released the dragon and melted the Eiffel Tower.

He may not even hear it.

Now is the time to witness the miracle of history.

What's more, there is a group of anxious audience waiting for the award.

No matter how big of a deal it is, let that person...Lockhart hold two more autograph sessions.

Fans, it's best to be fooled.

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Bang!!

"Director Bonaparte, you really can't go in!"

"Get out of here!!"

The door was opened by several people from the French International Exchange Department.

Director Bonaparte took the lead and walked in.

With a bit of anger, he gave Pine on the stage a vicious look.

"It's all the trouble caused by this unpunctual guy."

Then he quickly walked up to Minister Benshamin and blocked his view.

"Minister Benshamin, the reporters and spectators at the award ceremony are about to start a fight with our staff."

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"Why are you still sitting here?"

Benshamin looked at the short, imposing old man with a goatee in front of him and laughed.

This stubborn old man is a meritorious figure of the French Ministry of Magic.

His background is even more remarkable.

The Bonaparte family... The French know it[]

He usually treats everyone with courtesy.

Ben Shaming stood up and looked around the venue, thinking carefully.

He looked at the other two Merlin Medal Level 2 recipients and said:

"Mr. Prescott, Mr. Allman, why don't you two go to the award ceremony first?……"

"An award ceremony is nothing, let them wait a little longer until we read Mr. Wilson’s research report! Thomas

Aumann from Jerusalem, who won the award for researching 132 kinds of magic texts from the ancient Roman period, replied unceremoniously.

"this……"

Just when everyone was in a stalemate.

A voice that seemed to soothe people came.

"Mr. Orman, I will go with you to award the award. If we go faster, we should be able to catch up with Little Pine's final demonstration."

The person who spoke was none other than Dumbledore.

Seeing that Dumbledore had spoken, Mr. Allman hesitated subconsciously.

However, he remembered that Pine was also a student at Hogwarts.

And Dumbledore was his principal.

As long as Dumbledore went to present the award with him. If he didn't come back, Pine Wilson would probably not start the most critical part of the demonstration.

He looked embarrassed, and finally nodded:

"Since Professor Dumbledore said so, then I will……"

Thomas Orman put his parchment aside and slowly stood up.

Dumbledore looked back behind him and slowly said to everyone:

"Anyone else who wants to continue attending the Order of Merlin award ceremony, follow me now."

The words fell.

Ten seconds passed, and no one moved.

No one was willing to move.

Even those who couldn't understand.

Seeing that all the big guys were unwilling to leave,

I knew that this might be a historic moment once in a lifetime.

As There are only a few people who have witnessed history with their own eyes.

Only fools are willing to leave!

And those wizards who can understand what Pine is doing and even have some clues.

That is even more exciting.

This is the era of summoning Warcraft!

Who wants to miss witnessing a The arrival of a great and great moment.

Even missing a magic text is an extremely cruel thing...