Chapter 883 Umbridge's Countermeasures

Even if the relationship is pure, something will definitely happen in a room alone.

Hermione stopped suddenly when he reached her shoulder.

It is a bit inconvenient to use the clothes, so it should be much better to take them off.

She blushed with her little face, "I can...you can...take off your..."

Vincent unbuttoned the pajamas with his left hand that he had just finished the treatment, and took off the clothes with one hand in just a few strokes.

Hermione shook her head, not daring to look into his eyes.

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She raised her wand again and aimed at the shoulder where the capillaries could be seen.

The grapevine wood wand moved along its strong shoulder blades to its distinct collarbone, and then it moved slightly to its slender and symmetrical neck.

Hermione's breathing was a little rapid, and her small hands were holding the wand tightly.

She finally understood why her roommates often talked about boys' figures.

Boys will fantasize about girls with sexy figures, and girls are actually the same.

Vincent's figure is definitely the top among his peers.

There is no excess fat, the muscle lines are just right, like a living statue.

Although she has seen it before, it is the first time she has appreciated such a close distance, which has made her heart beat faster.

The grapevine wood wand moved down to its wide and strong chest.

Hermione reached out her little hand and poked it lightly.

The seemingly hard chest muscles are so elastic and feel very good to the touch. They should be very comfortable to sleep when they are pillowed on them.

The wand continued to move downwards to the abdominal muscles with deep abdominal lines.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and gently stroked it.

Tight, without a trace of fat, full of power.

Vincent looked down at Hermione who was kneeling in front of his stomach, and always felt that this position was indescribable.

As an adult man with normal physiological functions, how could he not react after being touched by his girlfriend for so long?

"Ahem..."

He coughed several times in a row before Hermione hurriedly retracted her hand.

She raised her head timidly, "I...I didn't mean it."

Vincent leaned over to her, making the small tent less conspicuous, "My hands are fine, I'll do the rest myself."

Hermione looked down and glanced quickly, and nodded her little head shyly.

It’s okay to take off your clothes, but it’s a bit like taking off your pants…

She stood up in a hurry and picked up the medicine box beside her, "Then I'll go back first, don't do it too late for you to be alone."

Vincent's mouth twitched violently, seriously suspected that she said this on purpose.

Seeing her running out of the room as if she was running away, he suddenly remembered the meaningful look of his old father.

If it wasn't for injury, it would definitely be...

He shook his head violently and threw out the dirty thoughts in his mind.

Strictly speaking, he is actually a middle-aged and old man.

Vincent took a deep breath and calmed himself as much as possible.

The long treatment process ended, and it was already dawn outside.

The defensive barrier of the Lemay ring blocked most of the power of the crushing spell, and although it caused great damage to the body, it was lucky to leave no sequelae.

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Not long after dawn, news from the magic circles of various countries came out.

All newspapers tacitly left a whole page to the Dark Magic Mark that appeared above the camp.

The New York Elf: "A sudden outbreak! Quidditch was hit by terrorist attacks in the World Cup..."

French "Gargoyle Roar": "Latest news, the British Death Eaters raided the fan camp..."

Indian "Gayin Society": "The Indian magic government has blacklisted the Death Eaters..."

Egypt's Daily Wizard News: "Please stop the meaningless terrorist activities immediately. All acts of war should be banned during the Quidditch World Cup..."

South Africa's Spotted Elephant: "Representatives of the International Wizards Federation have set out to the UK, and our reporter will follow up and report the whole process..."

Fuji, who was in the temporary command center of the camp, put down a large stack of newspapers in his hand with a headache.

It’s like this if you pick a few copies, so you don’t need to read the rest.

He rubbed his eyebrows and swept his eyes to the senior executives who were still holding the newspaper.

"Everyone, it's time for us to continue discussing countermeasures."

Umbridge immediately put down the Greek "Jupit Daily" in his hand.

She pretended to be thoughtful and quietly observed everyone's reaction.

As she expected, no one dared to speak first.

Just as she was about to continue fishing, Fuji turned his attention to him.

OK, I have to go on it even if I have to bite the bullet.

"Ahem--" Umbridge cleared his throat and focused everyone's attention on himself.

She thought she stood up gracefully, "Everyone, international public opinion will only become more and more unfavorable to us as time goes by, and we must reverse the negative image as soon as possible."

The magic powerhouse was actually attacked by a terrorist attack when it held the World Cup, which made people doubt the security index of the British magic world.

Everyone understands this nonsense, the key is how to effectively reverse the negative image.

Foreign fans have begun to apply to return to China. Once this trend becomes popular on a large scale, this World Cup will become a complete joke. The British Ministry of Magic, as the host country, is even more a joke among jokes.

Umbridge's scalp was tingling by everyone's eyes. If she had a solution, she wouldn't have talked nonsense just now.

Reversing negative images is not something that can be done in a short period of time, so follow the convention.

She met Fauci's slightly impatient eyes and showed a confident expression, "I have thought of a solution. We can first shift the focus of the outside world's attention and buy time as much as possible."

Seeing that everyone was still looking at her, her big eyes turned, "I happened to have a candidate. His image was quite positive and played a huge role in the whole attack. If it weren't for him, ours The loss will definitely be greater."

Everyone had the answer in their hearts.

Promoting him as a hero is indeed enough to attract outside attention.

Old Batty, who was close to the corner, stood up with a frown, "Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge, he is just a new adult child. Is it inappropriate to push him up to divert his sight?"

Umbridge quickly looked at Fuggy.

After receiving the nod, her big mouth opened even more, "Director Crouch, Mr. Wayne became famous at a young age, his mind was mature enough, and he was already paid attention to the whole world."

In addition to participating teams from all countries in this World Cup, the most popular one is Wayne Company, which provides global broadcast services.

He is also Nicole Lemay's apprentice and is also the recognized heir of the legendary alchemist. This extra focus will not have much impact at all.

Old Bati seemed to have something to say, but Fudge stood up at this time.

He looked around everyone present, "Mr. Wayne played an indispensable and important role in the attack, and we should also award him a first-class medal to the Sir Merlin."

Umbridge quickly echoed: "Mr. Wayne is a role model for the younger generation. I believe no one should question whether he is qualified to achieve such an honor, right?"

After a brief silence, everyone applauded at the same time, which meant that they agreed to the decision.

Even Old Bati, who was initially opposed, was no exception.

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