England, London, the headquarters of the Anglo-German Magical Union, the former British Ministry of Magic, and the immigration department dedicated flying furnace nets. One furnace after another ignited emerald green flames, and then extinguished them. Wizards in strange clothes came out of the flames.

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

Although they were dressed differently, without exception, they were almost all frowning.

Their expressions reveal heaviness and exhaustion. There are deep stress wrinkles on their foreheads, their brows are furrowed, and there is a trace of anxiety and anxiety in their eyes.

After they walked out of the stove, they didn't communicate much. They just looked at each other with the same distress, and then walked into the special conference room of the Department of Magical Immigration one by one as if they were going to the execution ground.

first official—

Dornier Klostermann, the current head of the Klostermann family from Finland, walked in. His eyes were full of 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 they had experienced too many challenges and troubles.

He picked a seat farthest from the chair and sat down.

Then came the second official, Irina Smirnov. Although she looked a little better than Dornier Klostermann when she walked into the conference room, her brows were still frowning, and her eyes Reveal a kind of helplessness and confusion, as if the problems they face cannot be easily solved.

Similarly, Irina Smirnov also chose a seat of principle chair and sat down.

Then a third official, Balazs Locke Hoffmann, head of the oldest wizarding family in Germany, also walked in with a grimace.

And then there are other high-level officials of the Anglo-German Magic Alliance. They are in a depressed mood, as if they are not here for a meeting, but for a funeral.

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

The flames were suspended in mid-air, spinning slowly, becoming bigger, and finally turned into a star-studded gate.

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

It was Tiera's voice.

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

"Come on, why is no one here?" Tierra's voice came from the other side of the door again.

This time there was a little displeasure in Tierra's voice.

After hearing Tierra's voice, all the wizards in the meeting room seemed to be shocked by electricity. After they glanced at each other, they had to stand up and walked towards the star-studded door with great difficulty and apprehension.

When they pass through the bright gate that seems to be composed of countless stars, they are greeted by endless green hills and intoxicating golden wheat fields.

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

The dilapidated traditional small stone houses on both sides of the street have been renovated, adding wires, water pipes and external air-conditioning units, adding a touch of modernity to this seemingly primitive and backward small village.

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

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