Since William personally admitted that he was working with the French Ministry of Magic to do fishing... the situation changed suddenly.

French magic is no longer a representative of incompetence. They are brave and resourceful, bold and meticulous, and they slam the conspiracy of the terrorist Arya!

William and Hermione are the saviors of Paris, and the Ministry of Magic is not incompetent.

Don't worry about whether these reporters believe it or not, Crigan believes it anyway!

Not only did he believe, he also needed to inform ordinary wizards and let them believe it too.

Rita pushed her glasses down, staring sharply at Clicang, questioning:

"So, the French Ministry of Magic knew that Arya would release Muggles' weapons of mass destruction, but she chose not to announce it and investigate it secretly."

"Of course it's okay, to avoid panic." Rita made an excuse for Clicargon, and her subject suddenly changed.

road:

"But Arya rode the fire dragon and wanted to destroy it in Paris. At that time, you obviously couldn't control the situation, but they didn't tell the people.

When it was the last second that was about to explode, you were still betting... betting that there were no bullets in Arya's gun?"

"Not a gun, she used a nuclear bomb." Clicgan corrected.

"What does it matter?" Rita said indifferently: "It's all Muggle's weapons anyway."

Rita stuffed the tip of the green quill into her mouth, rolled her tongue, licked it with a pleasant taste, and smiled with satisfaction:

"Would you like to talk to everyone, why did you make such a decision, Mr. Director?

When you obviously can't control the situation, you don't evacuate the people and use everyone's lives as a bet... Have you never considered the consequences of failure?

Or do you think your political achievements are more important than the lives of the people?!”

Crigan suddenly stood up, holding the manuscript in his hand tightly, as if it was a desert eagle.

If it was a gun, he would definitely let Rita gamble: Is there any bullets in his gun?

William and Hermione lay on the table, trying not to laugh.

Crigan has obviously never met a reporter like Rita who can take advantage of the situation and put on hats.

All the reporters were excited to pick up the pen, brushing what was written on the paper, occasionally crossing the heads, discussing how this made the title even more "shocked"!

Crigan said anxiously: "You guys, don't listen to the wind and rain. There is a deviation in Jianglai's reports, and you must betray the craze.

If you tell her something out of nothing, it means you have a responsibility, ****?"

The reporters glanced at Clicang disdainfully. They were not French, so what if they were responsible... come and bite me.

Seeing that the situation was moving in a bad direction, Crigan was ready to throw out his killer weapon to divert everyone's attention.

I saw him pressing his hands and shouting: "The reporter's questioning session ends here. Here, I want to solemnly announce something.

We will award Mr. Stark and Miss Granger the first-class heroic medal of France for saving Paris!”

The reporters became excited again.

The status of the Medal of Brave in the French magic world is equivalent to the Medal of Merlin. The first-class medal is even more precious and rarely issued to the living wizards.

Not to mention two foreigners.

They are still two minor wizards...

This is the second highly valuable award William won after the Medal of Merlin.

Unfortunately, he is not the youngest recipient of the Medal of Charity.

Because Hermione is!

William and Hermione were born in the same year, but Hermione's birthday was September 19th, a few months younger than William!

Rita's sketch pen, also works quickly, wrote on parchment:

“The British saved France from the Germans again.

As we all know, the French Medal of Brave has always been prepared for the British. History is the magic of love, circles, and returns to the origin..."

In this paragraph, there is another paragraph:

Crigan: Showdown, I won’t pretend, I’m a desperate gambler!

If Crigan saw Rita's sketch paper, he would probably give her a Avada to chew big melon and send her to see the god of death!

"Okay, let's send flowers to the two heroes," Clicang said. "I wish them a happy holiday in France!"

A girl came over through the side door.

Sofi Costa!

Costa walked over with two handfuls of blooming vetiver iris.

Vetiver Iris is a French national flower. It is large in shape, beautiful in flowers, and is very similar to lilies, so many people will admit their mistakes!

But in fact, iris and lilies belong to two completely different families, and are completely different bouquets.

"The complex magic is cast on the bouquet and will never fade." Clicgan shouted, "a symbol of the unbreakable friendship between Mr. Stark, Miss Granger, and France."

After a flash, Hermione bowed slightly and happily took the bright bouquet.

Costa walked to William again and handed the flowers with a smile on his face.

William also politely took it.

Costa’s eyes were hot, and she whispered as she hugged her: “William, are you free tonight? We can talk privately about the last time you kissed me.”

"Okay...wait!" William was stunned, with a black question mark on his face.

He and Costa had met twice, and they were still visiting prison.

With his fair share of tongue, William made Costa very happy and picked a few strands of hair, but never saw it again.

When did he kiss each other?

Potions can be drunk, but words cannot be spoken randomly, especially in such an occasion.

William glanced at Hermione next to him and immediately denied, "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!"

After being rejected in public, Costa's face turned red. She stretched out her finger and pointed at William angrily and said:

"You kissed my forehead in front of many people that day. Everyone saw it, but now they don't admit it?

Then why do you treat me like that?!"

"Sophie, did you recognize the wrong person?" Hermione said carefully from the side, stretching her head.

"How could I admit my mistake!" Costa angrily, "In the hall that day, he kissed me and everyone saw it. He also said he invited me to a date, but now he doesn't admit it?

Stark, you are really right, you are just a scumbag who plays with other people's feelings!

You…insulted me!”

Costa deserves to be a straightforward French girl. She raised her hand and slapped William in the face.

Costa covered his face and ran out of the hall crying.

William stood there in a daze holding the bouquet of flowers.

This was the first time he was slapped in the face and was called a scumbag in public.

It's so unfair, he obviously hasn't had time to lose his scum!

For a moment, all kinds of flash lights lit up, and the reporters seemed to have seen big news and were all taking pictures wildly.

Hermione looked at William's face and said with a distressed heart: "Does it hurt?"

William shook his head aggrievedly.

It hurts but it hurts. Costa did not exert force at all. His movements were light and more like a stroke rather than a slap.

But this is very hurtful!

William praised him for being killed.

"Hermione, I don't...you must believe me!" William was powerless to explain.

"Of course I believe you." Hermione coughed guiltily, and she dodged her eyes: "Even if people in the world don't believe you, I will believe you."

William felt a little moved.

The girl blinked and suddenly smiled, "So, it's better for the English girls, not as arrogant and unreasonable as French girls, right?"

William gave Hermione a small look.

His intuition told him that this incident revealed a conspiracy!

There must be some unruly people who want to harm him!

Don't be caught by William, otherwise you have to let the other party taste what is the eighteen martial arts, and what is the melee wizard with superb swordsmanship!

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