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"What's the answer?" At this moment, Suleiman, who looked more like a father figure, pricked up his ears unconsciously.
"Mr. Dumbledore told me that a broken stone cannot demonstrate strength."
Suleiman's face was blank for a moment. After a while, he was so confused that he forgot to address someone respectfully and said, "He called the rock that could destroy Lundun a broken stone?"
"Suleiman," the queen said with an indulgent smile, "When you were a child, I taught you that you should be awed by the unknown.
Because you never know what kind of impact it will have on the world when it hides in the darkness."
My mother did say that.
Suleiman fell silent, lost in his childhood memories from many years ago.
If it were normal, the Queen would be a qualified mother and wait patiently for her child to finish thinking.
But the current situation is urgent and she cannot indulge her maternal love.
"We can reflect on this later in the night when we are alone. Right now, we have to deal with our enemies," the queen said as she stood up and walked towards the restaurant door.
Suleiman was awakened and hurriedly stood up and followed him: "Did Mr. Dumbledore request the press conference?"
"It's not a requirement, it's part of the plan."
"what's the plan?"
"Propaganda for the school's purpose and philosophy. That's what Mr. Dumbledore named it."
"what?"
"Hogwarts adheres to the principle that force should be used with restraint. We hope that certain ambitious people will give up the idea of starting a war."
"What does this have to do with the press conference?"
"I will publish the aerial view of the giant pit. If they still do not give up their atrocities that disregard life, Mr. Dumbledore will meet with them."
The Queen, who had just stepped over the threshold, suddenly stopped, turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Dumbledore told me that this method of doing things was taught to him by an old friend from China.
In Chinese terms, it is called courtesy before force.”
Having said that, the Queen continued forward.
Suleiman frowned.
It is not to explore the profound meaning of "be polite before using force", but... to be able to become an old friend of the magician...
"Hurry up, Suleiman."
"Just come."
……
The royal hall in the center of London.
In the empty hall, reporters holding notebooks and cameras hanging around their necks kept walking in from the main door.
Following the number plates I received, I found my seats and sat down. Before the Queen's press conference officially began, familiar reporters put their heads close together and whispered to each other.
"How many days did the Queen stay at Hogwarts?"
“Six days ago the Queen entered Platform Nine and Three Quarters and I was there but the Queen came back without summoning the press.
The royal family has not said anything, and no one knows when the queen will return to London."
"I'm so envious...I want to visit Hogwarts, too."
“Come on, do you think Hogwarts is an amusement park?
The Queen was invited because of her status.”
"That's why I say I'm envious."
"Well, that's true.
Tsk... what is Hogwarts like? Is it like in the movies?"
"It's unlikely.
The movie is based on the text description of the original book, so how can it be the same as the real Hogwarts? "
"But I heard that Rowling is the headmaster's granddaughter and lived in Hogwarts for a while."
"?"
"Nonsense, right? Where did you hear that?"
"On the day when the owl descended on London, someone photographed the flying classic car parked on the rooftop where J.K. Rowling was staying.
What does this mean?
The magician even personally handed an interview letter to a little girl. "
The companion lowered his head in thought for a while, then nodded and said, "You are right, maybe it's just a rumor."
"Okay, there's no point in discussing things without evidence.
What do you think the Queen will say at the press conference?
Will there be any images of Hogwarts?"
"Maybe... it's coming."
Seeing someone walking out of the side door on the left side of the wooden platform at the back of the auditorium, they quickly sat up straight.
But when they saw the person sitting on the wooden chair to the right of the main seat at the long table, they subconsciously muttered, "Prince Suleiman?"
Chapter 182 The press conference ended perfectly, and the subsequent changes are foreseeable
The press box was quiet.
Although reporters were very curious about why Prince Suleiman, who had long been rumored to be at odds with the Queen, would attend the Queen's press conference.
But after all, it was a press conference held and hosted by the royal family.
Before the organizer officially announced the start, no one had the courage to ask questions, but curiosity was irresistible and all the reporters discussed in a low voice with their colleagues.
Even though everyone kept their voices down, there were so many people that the terraced seats were suddenly filled with noise.
Suleiman crossed his fingers on the table in front of him and glanced at the reporters who were whispering to each other.
They were whispering and I couldn't hear what they were talking about.
However, I guess that was the reason why I appeared in the auditorium.
Suleiman had always heard the rumors among the people.
I didn't care much about it at first.
He thought that it was nothing more than a ridiculous fantasy based on the own experience of ordinary citizens whose daily lives were far away from the royal family.
Just like in the fable, the farmer thought that the emperor must use a golden shoulder pole to carry wheat.
Just thinking about it now, Suleiman couldn't help but recall his pursuit of power and throne after adulthood.
He was obsessed with the crown and gradually drifted away from his mother, brothers and sisters, with whom he was very close.
This thought remained in my heart even after entering Hogwarts.
It was not until his mother drank the potion given by Mr. Dumbledore and returned to her twenties that he came to his senses from his trance.
Waking up from his thoughts, he tapped the microphone on the table, and the sound interrupted the increasingly heated conversation among the reporters.
When everyone's attention was focused on him, Suleiman said into the microphone: "Welcome, Her Majesty the Queen."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young, beautiful, tall woman walked out from the side door of the wooden platform with an elegant smile on her face. She walked to the main seat at the long table and sat down.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for coming. I now declare that the press conference officially begins."
Normally, when the organizer says this, reporters will immediately ask the questions they had written in their notebooks before arriving.
However, what was strange was that no one raised their hand at this time, and the entire auditorium was as quiet as the suburbs late at night in winter.
Apart from the cold wind that occasionally blew into my neck, there was no sound at all.
The Queen had obviously anticipated this, and she approached the microphone calmly: "Everyone, no questions?"
The reporters were startled, and one of them immediately forgot the rule of raising his hand to ask questions and stood up directly: "Who are you and why are you sitting in the main seat?"
At a press conference held by the Queen, the person sitting in the main seat is naturally the Queen.
It was undoubtedly a stupid question, but no one present laughed at it, because this was the confusion they were eager to solve in their minds.
"The current queen, supreme leader of the Congress."
After giving her full title, she smiled and said, "Please take a seat, next."
The reporter seemed to be unresponsive: "What are you talking about? You look only 20 years old. Our queen is obviously..."
The queen gestured for him to sit down with her right hand. She did not intend to waste time on her body changes and glanced at Suleiman.
On the way to the auditorium, his mother informed him of the specific arrangements for the press conference. He was not stunned at this moment, but said to the wireless headphones in his ears:
"Pull it down."
He deliberately left the microphone open, so that these three words could be heard by every reporter.
After a few seconds, the staff behind the scenes pressed the switch, and the curtain behind Suleiman slowly rose.
The reporters, whose minds were still confused, focused their attention over there.
The curtain rose halfway, revealing a photo of the upper body from the waist to the collarbone, covered by a gorgeous jeweled dress.
As journalists based in London, and journalists themselves, they were no strangers to the look of the dress.
This is what the Queen wore when she was crowned.
At this point, a reporter noticed something was wrong.
The appearance of the woman on the stage... is very similar to the Queen when she was young.
No...it can't be right?
Are you kidding me?
The reporter, who had vaguely guessed the truth, held his breath unconsciously and stared at the photo with the curtain already raised to his chin.
The curtain actually rose quite quickly.