The Youngest Youth Representative in History

"Come, let me introduce you to everyone." Fudge led the Wayne family to the center of the main hall.

Under the watchful eyes of a large group of important officials from various countries' magical governments, the Wayne family, despite having countless questions in their minds, all displayed the proper etiquette.

"This is Le Goff Adrian, the director of the International Magical Cooperation Office of the French Ministry of Magic."

With Fudge's introduction, Vincent shook hands with Madam Zabini's future eighth husband.

He was quite handsome and had a humorous and witty way of speaking.

It's said they were already engaged; hopefully he'll be safe and sound.

"I don't need to introduce this person, do I?"

"Of course not."

The Head of the Auror Office at the Magical Congress, a familiar face to the Wayne family.

After a somewhat guilty, polite hug, Vincent looked him up and down carefully.

His skin tone is a bit darker, probably from sun exposure.

He looks much stronger now; he probably just came out of the South American jungle.

"Mr. Graves, what brings you to Britain?"

"I came here to find someone, and I just happened to be here."

The Wayne family appeared calm on the surface, but inside, a storm was brewing.

Has that bastard Sam's scheme been exposed?

But it doesn't look like it.

"Ha, I've finally found you!" Graves smiled apologetically. "Excuse me, I have to excuse myself for a moment."

The family of three looked in the direction and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it was Ashiya Department Head.

Wait a minute—

Vincent had a strange, ominous feeling.

This hawkish Auror spent his entire life fighting against the Wizards' Purity Party, so he would definitely go to investigate the sudden appearance of a group of vampires in the Japan Wizarding World.

After all, Sam can deal with him at any time, but if Viktor gets away, he'll be gone forever.

After he finished praying to Merlin, Fudge introduced several representatives of the International Confederation of Wizards.

The previous Wuzha incident was reported in the newspapers for several days, and their photos and resumes were included.

Vice President Babajide Akinbad graduated from the Uagadou School of Magic in Uganda, Africa, and is the current head of the Akinbade Family.

Anatoly graduated from the Castelobruxo in the Brazilian rainforest and enjoys a high reputation in South America.

Kurburski was an outstanding student at the Koldovstoretz School of Magic, and ten years after graduation, he was elected as the representative of the Russian Magical Union in the International Confederation of Wizards.

Campbell once served as Minister for Magic in Australia and graduated from Ilvermorny, hidden beneath the Torres Strait.

Madam Chen's real name is Chen Qinglian. She is a member of a very mysterious and ancient wizarding family in the East.

The only registered magic school in Asia is in India, but the Western world has never been able to understand the great power it is located in.

Perhaps there are magic tutoring classes everywhere, and every city has Magic Town similar to Diagon Alley.

Vincent was noticeably more enthusiastic when shaking hands with Madam Chen.

"I definitely want to visit your country if I have the chance."

"Mr. Wayne, you are welcome to come anytime."

Unlike Japan's absorption and acceptance of the West, that great Eastern power has always adopted an attitude of "discarding the dross and selecting the essence" when it comes to new things.

Wands are great, but let's forget about the tongue-twisting spells and complicated casting gestures.

Of course, they weren't the only ones from the international association to attend.

The Alchemy Association's Chairman Hafra greeted them with a warm hug.

"Vincent, I dare say you are the most outstanding genius of this century!"

He'll definitely change his mind in two or three months.

Even without negative comments or smear campaigns, some bad things are still inevitable.

"President Hafra, the association plans to have me serve as a judge for next year's Alchemy Conference? That's not a good idea, considering I'm only 13 years old..."

"I believe in your abilities; the popularity of Gwent throughout Europe has already proven that."

"Um..." Vincent stammered, "I will seriously consider it."

They finally got rid of them.

However, another truly heavyweight has arrived.

"Madame Maxime. Olympe Maxim," Fudge puffed out his chest slightly, "She is the current headmistress of Beauxbatons, I don't need to introduce her, do I?"

Of course not.

Having attended the opening ceremony of the France Gwent flagship store, and given Nicolas Flamel's donation to Beauxbatons, Vincent had long held a favorable impression of her.

Madame Maxime gave an elegant lady's curtsy. "Congratulations, Mr. Wayne."

She turned slightly to the side and began to introduce the students she had brought.

Four girls and one boy.

When they appeared, the surrounding conversations quieted down a bit.

Vincent looked at the silver-haired, blue-eyed girl in the middle with curiosity.

She was arguably the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but that was only in terms of looks.

Even a young and high-ranking wizard like Kurburski was momentarily stunned, which suggests he possesses some extraordinary magical talent.

"Hello." The silver-haired girl gently lifted her skirt and gave him a ladylike curtsy.

"My name is Phoebe, Phoebe Isabel Delacour."

Vincent, who had crammed on French, circled his right hand twice in the air, stepped forward with his right toes, and bowed slightly in return, offering a perfectly polite gentleman's bow.

"FleurDecour—flowerofthecourt.

Miss Delacour, your name is as beautiful as you.

Phoebe seemed somewhat surprised. "Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect you to speak French."

"I've studied it a little bit."

Madame Maxime then introduced the remaining four students.

Unlike Hogwarts, which only admits local students, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have an overwhelming advantage in terms of student numbers.

As for quality, it's not bad either. Both Phoebe and Sigmund, who are sixth graders at the start of the school year, are candidates for the France youth representative position next year.

There are representatives almost every year, let alone representatives of teenagers aged sixteen and above.

Once elected, they will hold this title until they reach adulthood.

Because of the intense competition, Sandrina, who is about to enter seventh grade, will only serve a two-year term at most.

Vincent is an exception.

The British Ministry of Magic was certainly not crazy, because he was the best-performing young wizard in the past two years, and the Wizengamot Committee had to make an exception for him.

Just turned 13, the youngest youth representative in history!

Rita, on the outermost edge, had already written the title.

"Please be quiet for a moment." Fudge said, having finished his introduction and thus captured everyone's attention.

With the Sonorus, his voice filled the entire main hall.

"Today is August 1, 1993, and we in the British Wizarding World welcome a new youth representative from Wizengamot!"

Fudge stood to Vincent's left, one hand on his back.

"Without a doubt, Vincent Wayne is the most outstanding underage wizard we have had in recent years."

So, I probably don't need to explain whether there was any corruption in the election commission?

Most of the guests chuckled softly.

Being present at the scene signifies acceptance of the British Ministry of Magic's decision.

However, a small number of people disagree.

For example Lucius, and for example, Madam Zabini.

No matter how much they disagreed, they were all smiling at this moment.

.