Chapter 224

The International Wizarding Federation, founded by Pierre Bonacoud in France, is an international magical organization aimed at promoting international cooperation in the Wizarding World, functioning as the United Nations of the magical community.

This organization seems to have little presence, as young wizards rarely come into contact with it; it, alongside the Wizengamot, became one of the higher organizations that young wizards vaguely know of but understand very little about.

Now, this mysterious organization has come knocking.

They met in a special room within the castle, the door of which bore the inscription “Special Audience Chamber.”

As he entered the room, En suddenly realized a problem, and he spoke in the lowest possible voice:

“Professor Professor Tela, I don’t seem to have seen a single one of them…”

“Silly child,”

Professor Professor Tela still wore a joyful expression, and she spoke in a light, cheerful tone:

“Not seeing any of those foolish Ministry organizations? Or perhaps not seeing any of the meddling members of the International Wizarding Federation?

If you’re worried that the International Alchemy Assembly might be labeled an illegal gathering, why not worry that we consider the Ministry an illegal organization… What if I told you that the Wizengamot once went to war with the African Magical Federation—and won?”

Seeing En’s stunned expression, Professor Professor Tela shook her head. Her student, who possessed the potential to overturn the entire Wizarding World, showed not a trace of ambition.

But in another, more noble sense… he was truly ambitious.

This filled Professor Professor Tela with even greater satisfaction.

As they spoke, they entered the room.

En followed behind the two professors, observing the space.

It was a small room located on the west side of the castle, cramped yet warm.

The walls were lined with bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, and books that couldn’t fit were piled on the floor like living things, spreading in stacks. In the center of the room, an ancient stone fireplace blazed with cheerful flames, crackling and popping, the dancing light illuminating the old rug beside it.

The only window was a narrow arched opening set into the thick stone wall. Outside, the castle’s night was lashed by wind and rain. Occasionally, a gust howled past, shaking the ancient window, yet inside, all remained undisturbed—calm and safe.

Three well-dressed wizards had clearly been waiting for a long time, even growing somewhat perplexed.

“Professor Professor Tela,”

the wizard in the center, dressed in a sharply tailored black robe, spoke up,

“May I ask whether none of this year’s young talents have filed a single patent application?”

Professor Professor Tela’s smile grew even brighter.

“Wait a moment, Auguste. Perhaps they are waiting too…”

The wizard named Auguste’s gaze sharpened instantly; his fiery eyes swept over the group, lingered for a second on Professor McGonagall, then locked directly onto En behind them.

“Too young. Such a young Gold Medalist… remarkably gifted, truly remarkably gifted…”

He stepped forward and extended his hand,

“Leyli Auguste, Vice President and current Director of Education of the International Wizarding Federation, sincerely thank you for your contributions to the Wizarding World.”

En’s hand was shaken vigorously; he felt the Director’s enthusiasm completely.

“Mr. Auguste, isn’t this rather improper?”

The slightly younger witch beside him frowned; she was a member of the Auror Department and could not fully comprehend Leyli Auguste’s behavior.

Ten minutes later.

“Mr. Green, consider five hundred gold Galleons for one—”

she rushed to quote, what had she heard?

Catlings that could discern good from evil and find their own way, Puffskeins that could perfectly conceal their form, and that damned dragon, plus all the unimaginable derivative products to follow…

After today, offers would flood in from every direction, centered on this alchemist—especially those damned ancient alchemists; what offer could they not make?!

Leyli Auguste watched his beloved Deputy Head of the Auror Department with a strange expression; he fully understood the Auror’s feelings.

As an Auror active on the front lines, she knew better than anyone the immense value of silent identification and concealment abilities.

If sales channels were opened, not a single Auror would refuse to trade three months’ salary for a guarantee of survival.

“Dear Oly Mitchell, you’ve been impolite.”

Auguste halted Oly’s actions; in the Alchemy World, asking a student directly without first addressing the teacher was an extreme breach of etiquette.

This was the most fiercely protective place in the entire Wizarding World—if you so much as hinted at threatening a senior alchemist’s student, a half-dead old wizard wouldn’t hesitate to fight you to the death.

And unluckily, given them time, you had no idea what kind of alchemical creation you’d be facing.

“Sorry.”

Oly lowered her head slightly, yet her eyes burned with resentment.

Outside, heavy rain pounded against the window; after no great length of time,

En walked out of the room with the professors.

Leyli Auguste ultimately secured only a vague promise from the professors—that the Auror Department would have the chance to inquire once every six months about applying for Fairy Cookie quotas.

Only now did En realize the storm of upheaval Fairy Cookies would unleash upon the Wizarding World.

“You noticed?”

Professor Professor Tela, watching En’s changing expression, revealed a subtle look.

“Rumors are the one thing wizards can never control; with reputation comes endless trouble. My student, you must learn to appoint a spokesperson.”

…

After politely declining Professor Professor Tela’s recommendation, En sat in the spacious, cozy chair of the small house.

When the banquet ended, the hidden rooms vanished, replaced by individual rooms, each distinctly styled in the manner of alchemists.

Like the space expanded by the Unextendable Charm on the banquet seats, every corner here was astonishingly spacious.

It appeared to be merely a cozy little house, yet it came with a garden, a swimming pool, and a large alchemy chamber filled with alchemical materials and instruments.

En enjoyed his dessert while reading Professor Dumbledore’s notes, a look of quiet satisfaction on his face.

After all, he hadn’t eaten Chinese food in a long time…

“Spokesperson…”

As raindrops traced paths down the window, En felt something—he reached into his bag and pulled out a button; it was slightly warm.

This was a special button shared with Jia Jia Siting; its Summoning Charm had been customized exclusively with buttons made of soil, the tail feather of a Thestral, and wood.

Such a deliberately specific selection allowed it to sense each other’s call even across great distances.

En’s deep gaze turned toward the storm outside the window,

What had happened at Hogwarts tonight—while he was away, and while Headmaster Dumbledore was absent…?