I, Hogwarts Second Week

"The location?" Owen repeated Hermione's words, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about what she meant by "the location".

His voice was a little blurry in the wind and snow, but Hermione heard it clearly. She hugged the boy's hand tightly, as if she wanted to pass on more warmth to him.

The little wizard took a deep breath and continued: "Yes, the location - balance."

"Balance is the lifeblood of maintaining peace in the world. Without balance, people will kill each other, countries, races, wizards, everyone."

"Muggles are starting to get the balance right now. That's not a bad thing in my opinion."

"What should I say?" Owen let go of her hand, then directly hugged the girl's waist, and the two of them walked forward step by step. The coldness in the wind and snow seemed to be dissipated a lot by their body temperature.

"We've talked about this before, haven't we?" Hermione rested her head on the boy's arms.

"The population of wizards is too small for the entire world."

"Now, Muggles are beginning to realize the existence of the wizarding world and are beginning to try to understand and accept it. Although this will bring some confusion and uneasiness, it will also bring the two worlds closer together."

"Having said that." Owen's expression changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I didn't expect that, dear Miss Granger, you have already seen so far."

"But the integration of the two races is bound to be difficult. Not to mention the resistance from the Muggles, the foreseeable resistance from the pure-blood wizards alone cannot be small."

“Always do it”

"Perhaps decades, hundreds of years." The girl's big, bright eyes shone with light that surpassed the stars.

Owen was stunned for a moment.

After a while, he came back to his senses.

"I can't stand that the world doesn't change a little bit after I'm gone.

The sun still rises, and wizards, Muggles, and the country are still in chaos.

Since I have been here, I should carve my name on it.

Isn't it? "

Owen nodded deeply, and he gently stroked Hermione's silky hair, his eyes showing determination and appreciation.

In a moment when she wasn't paying attention, she suddenly pulled off the scarf, hers and her own.

Then they kissed.

Hermione was startled by this sudden move, her eyes widened as she watched Owen's face enlarge in front of her eyes. However, when she felt the warmth from Owen's lips, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated and her cheeks began to heat up slightly.

Owen held her tightly, his kiss was deep and passionate, as if he was melting her into his arms. Hermione went from being blank for a moment to coming back to consciousness.

Then he began to respond crudely.

After a while, Owen let go of her, "Then - I'll engrave mine first."

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October 27, 1996.

A new day begins the moment the sun rises.

The sun was shining brightly through the apartment windows and onto the bed.

The light was not strong, so it did not wake Jill up immediately.

Her brows drew together.

It seems like he is having a nightmare.

After experiencing the frightening night in August when she was almost eaten, she had the same dream for several nights in a row.

In the dream, all his friends, even Chris, were dead except for himself.

Or be eaten by those ferocious monsters, or be killed by meteorites.

Fire - blue fire will eventually consume her too.

Afterwards, she will wake up.

"Huh-no!"

On the bed, Jill suddenly opened her eyes, her lips kept trembling, and the words she just shouted echoed in the room that had returned to silence. The sound was not a scream, just a few weak screams.

She remained motionless and took a few deep breaths, then slowly let go of the loaded Beretta under the pillow, and stretched her right hand towards the pistol as if by conditioned reflex.

This shouldn't be considered a bad habit.

Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, he stared at the Beretta in his hand. Recall that memory.

"Actually, this thing is of no use at all." Jill said to herself. During this time, she seemed to become very easy to talk to herself. Sometimes she even felt that this was the only way to stay sane.

Those seemingly mocking words were actually more of an act of helplessness.

After all, compared to a wizard who can summon meteorites at will.

The power of this pistol is laughable.

In the past two months, she has become more and more fond of weapons with high firepower. However - the current special period does not support her operating in the city with high-power weapons.

Get up slowly.

Bright light shone through the blinds into the dim cabin, and the electronic clock on the bedside table was still flashing. Although she was grateful in her heart that the battery was not exhausted, she also noticed that the flow of time was faster than she imagined. Young Master - It's almost nine o'clock in the morning.

"Damn it!" she yelled.

He immediately rushed into the bathroom and started washing up.

After freshening up and changing clothes, I finally went out at nine o'clock.

Of course, she would have to be late for the morning meeting.

Jill's steps were fast and she rushed to the car without stopping. He rushed to the parking lot without stopping, found his car, opened the door and sat down.

It was a black sixth-generation Rolls-Royce Phantom.

In theory, it doesn't belong to her now, it's considered a public car.

After the Battle of Berlin, she originally wanted to retire directly, leave Europe and return to the United States.

Perhaps in the future she will choose to be a police officer in Phoenix.

But before that, she will choose to go to Hawaii to relax for a while.

But just two days after she submitted her application for discharge.

A mysterious person came to her.

The other party did not promise anything. Just one sentence made her decide to join the other party.

——Don’t you want to avenge the hundreds of thousands of Berlin people who died?

Yes——this reason she couldn’t refuse.

The vehicle drove out of the underground parking lot.

Rolling down the window, the warm air was filled with the smell of freshly cut grass, blowing her wet hair and caressing her face

The streets were full of people.

Everyone looked heavy.

Gathered in groups of three or two.

Jill stopped at a traffic light intersection.

She looked up at the surveillance cameras on the street.

She remembered that there were only three cameras here yesterday, but today there are five.

And——a device she was not familiar with was located on the side of those cameras.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon - why is time passing so slowly? I can't wait!"

"Westminster seems to be closed to the public. Only journalists and some representatives from various countries can enter."

"It should be because they are worried about unrest."

"Unrest? Will those demons attack the special court?"

"Who knows? They are demons, how can we guess their thoughts?"

A group of people at the intersection were arguing.

Gill knew what they were discussing very well.

Today - at three o'clock in the afternoon. The Westminster Special Court will sentence a wizard captured on the European battlefield.

This is the first time in history that a real wizard has been caught and tried by them.

This caused a sensation.

It is said that almost all countries in Europe have sent representatives to London to watch the trial.

France even sent the second head of government, the Prime Minister.

The German Chancellor was also present.

In short - today will be a milestone in history.

Some people's names are destined to be recorded in history.

The red light jumped to the green light.

Gill stepped on the accelerator hard, the car kept accelerating, and soon drove into the city of Westminster.

On the east side of the bridge, her car was stopped.

She was allowed to pass safely only after she showed her ID and today's confidentiality word.

10:30 am.

Westminster, on the streets beside the Thames.

At any time, this river that nurtured the splendid English civilization can be seen with busy merchant ships.

But today it was surprisingly calm, with only a few "cruise ships" floating slowly on the river.

There are many places of interest and historical sites upstream of the Thames.

For example, the famous Eton College, Oxford University, Windsor Castle, etc.

And Jill's destination is the Victoria District Building on the banks of the Thames.

She parked the car and then rushed straight into the building.

After layers of inspection, she finally arrived on the third floor.

Her department office.

The door of the office was open, and the voices of men talking loudly spread into the corridor.

For a moment, Jill felt a little hesitant, and she could hear her boss's voice among them.

Mr. James Bond, who always said, "There is more to the world than this," looked meticulous, but always had a smile on his face. He looked very ordinary. Unless he took the initiative to expose his extraordinary temperament, no one would notice him in a crowd.

Jill couldn't help shaking her head when she heard his voice. She knew very little about this gentleman.

She only knew that he was an elite agent of the British MI6 and the top soldiers. He was recently transferred to their department.

His authority was terrifying. It was rumored in the department that only the Queen, the Prime Minister and his direct superiors knew the specific identity information of this gentleman.

As for this gentleman, what were his proud "records"? No one knew, at least no one in the department knew.

"Specific mission: unknown. Enemy: unknown. Target: unknown." The man said calmly, his eyes swept over Jill who walked into the office.

Nothing said.

"I won't tell you anything about the mission, because I don't know either."

The man didn't express anger at Jill's lateness because he knew that Jill would inevitably suffer psychological trauma after experiencing the Battle of Berlin. This objectively exists in almost all combatants.

This psychological trauma will breed the most primitive revenge concept in people's hearts, making these people never betray or hesitate in any mission.

It is a double-edged sword.

"But each of you will receive such an envelope." The man held up the envelope on the table, his expression calm as water. "After the meeting, everyone will randomly draw their own envelope. Open it at 2 pm and arrive at the corresponding location according to the mission instructions in the letter."

"The rest of the time, carry out your daily tasks normally."

"So now - gentlemen, ladies - go and do your own things." The man straightened his body and looked at everyone, "History will remember today - this is just an ordinary day in ordinary years."

After that, he took a step and walked out of the office.

The rest of the people, as if waking up from a dream, everyone had a serious expression on their faces.

Everyone stood up slowly, took out their envelopes, and left quickly.

As efficient as a machine, without any other unnecessary movements or words.

Jill silently lined up behind everyone.

After the last person in the office left, she picked up the last letter on the table.

The envelope was heavy, and there seemed to be something like a button inside.

It was definitely not just a letter.

Jill didn't complain about it, she turned straight away.

Then she returned to the parking lot.

As her superior said, she still had her daily tasks.

From a distance, she saw a young woman in the parking lot, standing next to an ordinary silver Chevrolet, looking at her.

At this time, Jill remembered that the person seemed to be her partner in the 'daily tasks'.

"Hello." Jill walked up and greeted the woman.

"Hello." The woman responded simply.

"Sienna." Jill said her code name.

"Alice."

"Alice?" This code name is too casual.

In the English world, this name is almost the same as Zhang Wei.

Jill looked at the woman in front of her with burning eyes.

From the outside, Alice has short black hair, capable and neat, with a strong body and clear muscle lines. You can tell at a glance that she has strong physical fitness and combat power.

She is wearing a women's suit that can be seen everywhere on the street.

It adds a touch of heroism.

The two got into the Chevrolet.

After all, when going out on a mission, Jill couldn't drive the Rolls-Royce she borrowed from her boss.

There was another person in the car.

She was also a woman, and I don't know if it was deliberately arranged by the boss.

Jill sat in the co-pilot seat.

Alice started the engine, and soon the car drove out of the Victoria Building and headed for Westminster Abbey.

Where is their mission destination.

"I heard that you also came back from Berlin." The woman sitting in the back seat broke the silence first, her voice calm and firm.

"Well, I experienced a lot in the Battle of Berlin." Jill nodded, thinking back to those difficult days, a complex emotion surged in her heart.

"Me too." The woman said lightly, "Valerie, you can call me V."

"Sienna." Jill said, "I like the name Valerie, and V——and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice (determined to eradicate those poisonous vermin that bring corruption, depravity and evil)"

"Maybe." V fell silent again, and she turned her head to look out the window.

Today is not a sunny day.

It is a cloudy day.

There was still some sunshine in the morning, but now, dark clouds floated from the Scottish Highlands, covering the entire city little by little.

The dark clouds seemed to fall down, and depression. I don't know what started to grow in the car.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

On the other side, on a high-rise building in London, Lee Jordan, an intern Auror who had been practicing for two and a half years, was excitedly staring at the metropolis with cars coming and going below him.

"Oh - Merlin! I have never seen London from such a height."

After appreciating the scenery for a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said: "Tonks. Do Auror trainees get paid?"

"Yes, you have asked several times!" Tonks seemed to have a headache. She rubbed her forehead vigorously and was very dissatisfied with this newcomer recommended by Lupin.

She admitted that this young man who had just graduated from Hogwarts had a very high level in spells, otherwise he would not have been able to get a letter of recommendation from Lupin (who was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the second semester of last school year).

But his personality was too eccentric and he was not suitable to be an Auror at all.

It was also because the Ministry of Magic was short of manpower, otherwise she would not agree to let him join the Auror team no matter what.

"No, I'm asking, the Ministry urgently transferred me to patrol this ghost place, is there a bonus?" Lee Jordan asked again.

Strictly speaking, he is not an Auror yet. The Auror training course lasts for three years. He just graduated this year, and no matter how good he is, he needs to settle down for one or two years.

The Ministry of Magic really couldn't spare any manpower this time, so they sent him, a trainee, over.

"No! Lee Jordan, pay attention when you work." Tonks yelled, trying to use her Auror's aura to calm down this jumpy little guy.

But Li Jordan didn't buy her tricks at all. He kept on talking: "Oh my God! This is oppression and exploitation. I suggest we go on strike immediately to protest!

I can't imagine that the Ministry of Magic would be so stingy. If Owen were here, he would definitely go back to the Ministry and kick the Minister's ass hard.

Oh-look at my robe. I've been wearing it for two years. I wore this when I graduated, and I'm still wearing it now. The hood has a big hole. I used my previous school uniform to mend it." Listening to the noise in her ears, Tonks's expression had completely collapsed. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and roared: "Shut up!"

"No one wants to know the story of you mending your hat with pants. If you dare to say another word, I will pull out your tongue and tie your mouth!" Sure enough, this roar was still very effective. Li Jordan was startled and quickly shut up.

But only for a moment, his classic Quidditch commentator's rolling ball cannon words burst out, "Huh? Is there a spell to pull out a person's tongue? Is it Transfiguration? Ma'am, maybe we can communicate, I learn spells very quickly."

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Tonks suddenly hugged her head, her face painful and ferocious, and her heart was constantly boiling with anger.

Just when she couldn't help but want to kick the annoying guy in front of her off the tall building.

Suddenly there was a "puff" sound beside her.

The person who came was Kingsley.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Tonks's abnormal expression, Kingsley asked immediately.

"Nothing." Gritting his teeth, Tonks took several deep breaths and finally dispersed some of the resentment in his heart, "I finally understand why Moody always says that I'm annoying."

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"Okay, I don't have time to joke with you here."

Kingsley said in a deep voice.

"Now, you go to Downing Street immediately. Responsible for protecting the Prime Minister."