I, Hogwarts Second Week

"National Security?" Hermione was confused.

Then, his eyes widened suddenly, "MI5?"

"It's MI5, it must be them!"

Hermione affirmed, "They were the ones who found my parents before, and they talked about many things."

"MI5?" Harry was also stunned for a moment.

Because he seemed to have heard about this British intelligence agency from his uncle, Dursley.

The other party seemed to have looked for him.

"Wait a minute -" Hermione's eyes were blazing, "but - MI5? How did they find you?"

"What is MI5?" Ron rubbed his head, looking confused.

"Military Intelligence 5" is one of the most mysterious intelligence agencies in the world. It was established in 1909 and has a history of nearly 90 years. It is responsible for safeguarding national security, countering foreign espionage, and Terrorist and sabotage activities, as well as illegal activities intended to subvert the democratic system through political, economic or violent means," Owen said slowly, staring directly at the twins, things suddenly became interesting.

"A Muggle Auror?" Ron said.

"No." Hermione shook her head, "It's very troublesome to explain. Just think of yourself as an elite Auror."

"They came to us to seek cooperation." Gemini ignored his younger brother. "I want to buy our alchemical magic props, similar to the protective props we sold to the Ministry of Magic."

"It's strange," Ron said, "You actually started doing business with Muggles?"

"We haven't agreed yet!" Fred said.

"But selling magic items to Muggles is illegal." Hermione said worriedly.

"Of course it's illegal." George said immediately, "But the "Secrecy Act" is already in name only. You should know that no one will care about this kind of thing."

"Tell me about their so-called cooperation." Owen interrupted everyone's discussion.

He cares more about MI5's so-called cooperation than some magic props.

"That is to maintain long-term business relationships. We become their suppliers or magic consultants." George continued, "The British government is willing to trade in gold, or anything that can be traded. Houses, land, factories, etc. Even They were also willing to grant us a knighthood.”

"Oh! Title?" Ron was inexplicably moved.

Because the Malfoys have a British title, and they are also Viscounts.

Someone in that family once tried to woo Queen Elizabeth. Although it failed, it also became bragging rights.

In the past, the Malfoy family often talked about this matter to mock everyone else as being from the bottom.

However, as the "Law of Secrecy" gradually became entrenched, the Malfoy family had to begin to break away from the Muggle world, and in order to maintain the nobility of pure-blood wizards, they no longer claimed that their family had titles.

But the older generation of families know this kind of thing.

Of course the Weasleys knew.

"Oh - there are quite a lot of benefits." Owen smiled slightly, but his eyes showed some deep thought.

"Owen, tell me, is such cooperation possible?"

"Definitely in a few years," Irving said.

"what about now?"

"What? Are you eager to cooperate with the Muggle government?"

"It's not urgent." The twins were hesitant to speak, and George suddenly said in a low voice, "I have some gossip."

"You should know that making magic props requires materials, and of course we have our own supply channels. A few weeks ago, when we placed an order, the wizard told us that some magic materials were sold out and we needed to stock them within a month.

At that time, we thought it was strange that those materials were just ordinary items, not in-demand goods.

Later, I changed several channels, but they all ran out of stock. "

Fred stretched his neck and said softly, "According to our investigation, most of the goods flowed to France."

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"If the people from the Security Bureau hadn't come to us, George and I wouldn't have thought in that direction."

"but--"

"Do you think it's possible that the French Ministry of Magic or some magical force has reached cooperation with the French Muggle government?"

"Hoo—bold idea." Owen raised his eyebrows, agreeing with their guess.

"If this is true, wouldn't we be a big step behind?" Fred said anxiously.

"It doesn't necessarily mean being behind." He pondered for a moment, "We don't have a secret whistle in the government. No one knows what the Muggles are going to do now. What if they use these things to deal with wizards? You are siding with the enemy."

"We also had such considerations, so we didn't agree." George said.

"Let's wait and see" Irving hadn't finished speaking yet.

The door to the Three Broomsticks tavern suddenly opened.

The person came in hastily with his cloak against his neck and chin.

His eyes quickly looked around, and then fell on the twins.

"Kingsley?" George looked at the person with confusion.

"You are indeed here!"

Kingsley lowered his hand and revealed a dark face.

Then he said urgently, "Has anyone from Muggles been looking for you?"

"What's wrong?" George felt a hint of crisis.

"I did." Fred replied.

"What do they want?" Kingsley asked.

"Some magic items," Fred explained, "but we didn't agree."

"Damn it!" Hearing this, Kingsley cursed and turned to leave.

"What happened?" Owen stopped him, "Did you find magic props at 10 Downing Street?"

Hearing this, Kingsley suddenly stopped and turned to look at Owen.

"No." He denied, "But other countries"

As he said this, he took out a thick stack of newspapers from his arms.

Put it on the table.

"I can't persuade him." Then, Kingsley, who was in a hurry, didn't stay any longer, "I'm going to find Dumbledore."

Walked straight out of the store.

"This"

Owen picked up the newspaper, just glanced at it, and immediately realized that something big was about to happen.

—— "Wizard Crimes, Trial Today"

"Daily Mail"

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed.

The news on the front page shocked her.

In short, on the European battlefield, the army accidentally captured a dark wizard, and various countries planned to publicly try him in London.

At that time, many national dignitaries will gather in London.

This is a naked declaration of war.

"Are we really going to fight?" Even Harry could see the true intention of the Muggle government from the red tape.

And - information about the war.

"Why are they doing this?" Hermione expressed confusion, "This will only lead to Voldemort's revenge!"

"Holding a public trial in London, the whole city may be caught in the flames of war." Harry also spoke quickly.

"Yes, this is strange!" Owen put down the newspaper and frowned, "It's very strange, Britain should not be involved. To be honest, although Europe has been fighting for several months, it has not affected the British mainland. Moreover, even if the Prime Minister loses his mind and agrees to use London as a battlefield, the cabinet secretary and the secretaries of various departments will not agree."

"This is unreasonable, unreasonable." The boy stared at the newspaper, and his left hand involuntarily stood on the table to support his chin.

Reality is not a novel story, nor is it as lightly described as the state machine in the original book.

Real life here, the most important thing Owen remembers is: Don't treat other people as idiots.

Not to mention that the other party is one of the five permanent members of the Blue Star, the former British Empire.

Owen would rather believe that Voldemort has lost his mind than believe that a country's government has lost its mind.

So is it possible.

"They did it on purpose." Owen suddenly said, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, "They want to take this opportunity to catch Voldemort and his followers in one fell swoop."

"Catch them all in one fell swoop?" Hermione was a little surprised, "How is this possible?"

"Yes! That's the idea!" The boy stood up suddenly and looked at the twins carefully.

"What's wrong?" George and Fred were a little scalp numb because of Owen's stare.

"If everyone thinks so, that Muggles can't defeat Voldemort, then this just gives them the possibility to win."

"What else did MI5 do with you besides talking about business? For example, asking about the Ministry of Magic in a roundabout way? The location of the wizard gathering place? Talking about Hogwarts or something?"

"Uh-this-" The twins looked at each other, "It was just a very ordinary chat. The other party didn't have any airs, just like a friend.

Of course we are not fools, we will tell them the location of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.

But the other party did talk about these topics, and we talked about some interesting experiences in the past."

"For example? Tell me exactly as it is!" Owen said with a heavy face.

Faced with Owen's urgency, the twins also became nervous.

George quickly recalled the conversation with the mysterious man a few days ago.

"Well - we said - when you explore the castle, the portraits will move, there are many magical plants and animals in the forest outside the castle, mermaids in the Black Lake, they skate on the lake in winter, and - the sailboats in the sea - well - the ship of Durmstrang School of Magic."

"What about the weather? Did you mention the weather?" Owen asked.

"Of course there is. As soon as the man came in, he complained to us about the weather in London. It was so cold in October. At that time, we laughed at him and said that the weather in London was nothing. Hogwarts started snowing in October."

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"Heh -" Owen suddenly sneered, "Two idiots."

"Owen, what did you hear?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

"They didn't meet ordinary MI5 agents, but elite agents." He sat down again.

"Elite agents?"

"007 -" Owen said.

"007?"

"These two have already told us the exact location of Hogwarts."

"No. We didn't do it from beginning to end." George and Fred immediately denied it.

"Really?" Owen rolled his eyes at the two of them. "Snowing in October is most likely to happen in Scotland among the three British Isles.

Among the 32 administrative regions of Scotland, there are only a few places that meet the requirements of being close to the sea, with mountains, forests, and relatively sparsely populated areas.

They are the two counties that are crossed by the Grampian Mountains.

Although the Pennines are also located in Scotland, they are mainly located in the Scottish Highlands, where the latitude is relatively high and there are no forests at all.

And the main part of the Grampian Mountains is located in Aberdeenshire and Perth and Kinross. There is a River Tay in Perth and Kinross, which flows eastward into the North Sea.

In addition, the German ship entered the direction of Hogwarts, most likely through the North Sea.

Then - do I need to continue?

They only need to study the offshore satellite map of Biperth and Kinross County, and then deduce the location of Hogwarts. Is this difficult? "

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Several young wizards took a breath.

They knew where Hogwarts was very well.

If it was really as Owen said, it would only be a matter of time for the Muggles to find this place.

"By the way -" Owen stared at the twins again, "He didn't give you any gifts!"

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The two looked at each other and were silent.

"Well - he did, and you accepted it. Where is the thing? "

"Here" Fred took out an object from his pocket with a sad face.

It was a model.

A rocket model.

Maybe it was the sea of ​​stars that he had been bragging about, which made the twins also very interested in this kind of vehicle that flew out of the earth.

That's why the other party gave this kind of thing.

Owen took the model with a dark face.

Knock here, look there.

Then, he soon found that the model seemed to have a section at the tail, not a heart, and the sound sounded a bit hollow.

Immediately, he decisively used the cutting spell, a gray light flashed, and the model broke into two halves.

The hollow section of the tail was exposed.

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Owen looked at the metal device with red dots flashing in the model in his hand.

It was cylindrical, only about half a foot, the size of a fingernail. There was a broken antenna on the top.

The red light came from the bottom of the antenna.

The flashing was not frequent, about once every ten seconds.

Owen looked at the 'gadget' in his hand quietly.

After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly raised his head.

"What's wrong? "Ron said quickly.

He had a feeling that George and Fred must have gotten into trouble.

"What are you looking at, Owen?" Hermione also asked.

"Looking at the satellite above our heads." The boy said blankly.

"From now on, the offense and defense will change."

"Wizards can no longer rely on hiding to avoid the threat of war."

"Satellite?" Hermione stared at the "gadget" in Owen's hand with burning eyes, and soon realized what it was.

"Is this a-locator?"

"What else can it be?" Owen sighed and lowered his head again.

"In the past, the sky above our heads was clear, but now-there are many dark clouds."

As the only one present who knew about the Muggle armaments, Hermione naturally understood what Owen meant.

Now the location of Hogwarts has been exposed.

From then on, they were completely exposed to the weapons of the Muggles, especially nuclear weapons.

A kind of terrifying balance was achieved.

"The power of the country. "The little witch murmured.

For the first time, the government of the country she was in had some concerns.

Perhaps it was because she was one of them and knew them too well.

So she was afraid.

"Hey - go back!" Owen sighed and stood up. An incident made him no longer interested in traveling in Hogsmeade. If he stayed any longer, the weather would only get worse.

Faced with Owen's sudden rise, George and Fred reacted violently. They rushed to stand up and said anxiously, "Is there no way to remedy it? You have to at least tell us whether the Muggles will attack us. Otherwise -"

"Otherwise what? Conscience is uneasy?" Owen shook his head, "What has happened, there is no chance to remedy it, as for whether it will attack us. Maybe -" he looked at the newspaper on the table, "there will be a result soon. "

"I wonder how the world will change after this time? "

After saying that, he pulled up the girl beside him.

He walked out of the Three Broomsticks with sorrow.

No one expected that things would turn out like this in the end!

The magic world has never taken Muggles seriously.

In the hearts of most wizards, Muggles are a group of stupid, evil, emotional creatures that are completely different from them.

Not to mention the pure-blood families, they don't even regard Muggles as human beings.

This is a very scary view.

Especially when the other party has the weapon to destroy you.

Besides, they are not stupid.

How can someone who can step by step from tens of millions of people to the top of the government decision-making level be stupid?

Perhaps, there is no one among them. People are smarter than Dumbledore, but collective decision-making and brainstorming, the wisdom of a whole is beyond the reach of an individual.

Judging from the current situation.

Owen has a growing feeling that they are planning something.

The net woven for wizards is tightening.

There is already a sense of urgency in the neck.

Hermione stretched out her thickly gloved hands and tightened the scarf around his neck.

The wind and snow outside are still raging.

The two of them stepped hard on the frozen snowy snow and walked towards Hogwarts.

"Don't worry," the little witch said from her throat, which seemed a little thick after covering her chin with the scarf.

"I just don't know what I'm worried about." Owen shook his head and lowered his head to prevent the wind and snow from pouring into his neck.

"I hope that the trial in London will be disrupted by the Death Eaters and fall into chaos, because in this way, the British government will bow its head and choose to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic, but I have a feeling that I feel they may succeed. And they will win beyond imagination."

"I don't like this feeling."

"Feeling?"

"The feeling that success or failure is not in our hands." He looked up silently and looked at the sky. The wind and snow instantly covered his eyelashes, "and the feeling that our safety is not in our hands."

"." Hermione was silent for a while, then raised her head, stared at the boy, held his hand and squeezed it hard. She whispered: "I hope they will succeed and successfully repel the Death Eaters, because this will reduce casualties.

As for our safety-in the past few decades, hasn't the world been on the brink of destruction at all times?

We are forced to join one of the two camps, no matter how unwilling we are in our hearts."

"So-things are not getting worse-it's just back to where they should be."