I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Where's that chatterbox?" Tonks asked with gritted teeth.

"We don't have any more people." Kingsley said in a deep voice, "Lee Jordan, you patrol independently. If you meet anyone suspicious, you must not attack. Return to the department immediately to report your location and request support. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir."

Kingsley was of course worried that something might happen to Lee Jordan.

After all, he conducted the interview by himself.

It can only be said that he is exactly the same as the traditional Gryffindor. He has a recklessness in his bones. He is strong, but he is easily deceived.

This mission is a test. If he can get through it safely, he will not be far from becoming a formal Auror.

After the order was issued, Kingsley disappeared from the spot with a "puff".

When he appeared again, a church suddenly appeared around him.

That was Westminster Abbey, one of the most famous churches in the UK.

It is an important occasion for the Queen and the King to hold weddings and funerals.

In a residential building just one block away from the church.

Kingsley stood by the window and looked downstairs.

"Does the Muggle Prime Minister need more people?"

Behind him, Bill came over.

Fleur followed him.

"No need." Kingsley frowned, staring at the Muggle police patrolling the streets, as well as the astonishing number of reporters and civilians.

There are too many people.

If something unexpected happens

"Lupin led a special operations team of the Federation to personally protect them. Tonks's ability allows her to hide in the dark, so we have a double layer of protection."

"Where are the representatives of other European countries?" Bill asked again.

"Moody will be in charge of the command, and Sirius and the Aurors from Germany, France, Switzerland and Denmark will be responsible for the full protection."

"Um--" Bill responded, and then said, "What about Buckingham Palace? The Queen's side."

"The court magician will be responsible for the protection."

"Court magician?" Bill was stunned, "I've never heard of it."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it." Kingsley said lightly, "It's a pure-blood wizard family with a long bloodline. They have been hiding around the king for generations and are responsible for secretly protecting them. Speaking of which, they are also related to your family."

"Our family?"

"All Celtic wizards."

"Okay. Does it look like London is impregnable?" Bill's stern expression relaxed a little.

"It looks like it," Kingsley said, "but I'm sure there must be some loopholes."

"The Muggles are so abnormal this time. It's a complete provocation to the Death Eaters. I can't understand why they did this. The Muggle Prime Minister is full of lies and is as greasy as Fudge. He rejected almost all my proposals."

"Officials are the same." Bill sneered, and at this time, the door behind them was opened.

It was their old acquaintance who came.

It was also the commander-in-chief of this London operation.

Theseus Scamander.

And some members of the predecessor of the Order of the Phoenix, the organization established by Dumbledore to fight against Grindelwald.

Tina Goldstein and her sister Queenie Goldstein.

The former is the wife of senior Newt, a former Auror of the American Magical Congress, and the latter is the American sweetheart who married the Chosen No-Maj, a natural Legilimency master. Queenie can easily enter (not under her control) other people's minds to read their thoughts, and it is easier to peek when the other person is in a low mood.

Last year, she found more than half of the [Stalkers] in the United States.

Queenie contributed greatly to the rapid recovery of the Magic Congress.

Of course, North America is still in chaos, but it is much better than the previous Hell on Earth.

Kingsley shook hands with the visitors one by one.

When facing Queenie, his mind unconsciously became highly concentrated.

After all, he was born with Legilimency, and he didn't want his thoughts to be peeped at.

Of course, Kingsley showed the proper respect to this nearly 100-year-old man.

However, when he saw Queenie in person, he found that the other party was not in good condition and looked very depressed.

"Didn't you rest well, ma'am?" Kingsley asked softly, his tone full of concern.

Queenie looked up at Kingsley, and a hint of complex emotions flashed in her eyes. She shook her head gently, as if trying to dispel those bad emotions, but in the end she failed.

"I... I'm fine." Queenie's voice was a little trembling. She tried to stay calm, but it was obviously not easy.

Theseus Scamander noticed the conversation between the two. He walked over and patted Queenie on the shoulder.

Being able to spy on other people's thoughts is not a good ability.

People are complicated, and those thoughts are not all good.

Especially the monsters of [The Pretender].

Spying on their thoughts. It's just like watching a disgusting horror movie.

She has seen so many thoughts of [The Pretender], and she has not collapsed yet. She is already very strong.

"Queenie, you need to rest." Theseus' voice was gentle and firm. "Leave the things here to us. You go find a quiet place and adjust yourself."

Queenie seemed to want to say something when she heard it, but in the end she just nodded lightly and turned to the next room. Kingsley looked at her leaving back, and an inexplicable worry surged in his heart.

He knew that the importance of this London operation was self-evident. And Queenie's state undoubtedly added a hint of uncertainty to the entire operation.

Theseus looked at his old friend's back as he left. He took a deep breath and turned around again, his face once again filled with seriousness.

"So the plan has been implemented."

"Yeah." Kingsley nodded, "but I always feel uneasy."

"Normal." Theseus said, "There is no perfect plan. What we need is to be flexible."

"Send all the manpower. All the streets and high-rise buildings in Westminster City must have our people."

"Understood."

"The time is set at three o'clock in the afternoon." Theseus continued, "Three o'clock at the same time, all the strange wizards on the streets, all arrested.

Catch them first. The minister should have a headache in the future. We are only responsible for not causing trouble."

"Okay."

"What about the dark wizard?"

"Dark wizard?" Kingsley was stunned, and immediately realized that Theseus was talking about the dark wizard prisoner captured by the Muggles.

He shook his head, his face adding a touch of helplessness, "I don't know, not only we don't know, the Muggle Prime Minister doesn't know where the person is. Their army is solely responsible for this matter and keeps it secret from everyone. The Prime Minister will only be notified when the person arrives."

"Strict." Theseus spit out a word, "It's much better than the structure of the Ministry of Magic."

"Although this will cause some trouble for us, it is also a trouble for the Death Eaters."

"Calculate the time-" Theseus looked up at the clock on the wall, "Twelve o'clock."

"According to tradition, Muggles will hold a lunch for representatives of various countries, and they will start to go to the special court at half past one or two o'clock."

"I'll go out for a tour." Kingsley said.

"Okay."

After Theseus responded, Kingsley disappeared from the spot the next second.

-Noon, half past one.

In an unknown neighborhood in London, Winston Nome was sitting in an Italian restaurant with Kent Nome, who was also a member of the Saint, enjoying lunch.

Across from them was a young girl.

Garona Nome.

An employee of the Department of Mysteries at the Italian Ministry of Magic.

She has brilliant blonde hair and light green eyes. Of course, the first thing people notice is always her left eye, which is a magic eye like Moody's.

"London is really about to be in a storm now." Winston said, looking out the window.

The shadow of war looms over the city.

Even an ordinary Muggle would notice the sticky, suffocating pressure in the air today.

"What instructions does the mentor have?" Garona said, taking a bite of the Italian pizza in her hand.

"No. She has been busy with French and German affairs all this time."

"But-" Winston whispered, "I heard that the French government may have reached a cooperation with a magical force, but it is not the French Ministry of Magic."

"You work in the Ministry of Magic, but you still don't know which force it is?" Kent raised his left prosthetic hand and held up a piece of pizza.

"The other party has great power." Winston frowned slightly, "and it is not led by wizards."

"Not wizards? Could it be Muggles?" Kent looked at him.

"I doubt it."

"But if it's a Muggle, which Muggle has such energy to support a country?" Kent asked again.

"Unless that Muggle has a magical world that is not weaker than France." Winston frowned.

"Could it be." Garona looked at the two people opposite.

The other party also responded with a similar look.

Obviously they all guessed the person behind the scenes.

"Why do they do this?" Kent looked puzzled. "For thousands of years, they have never shown their energy so frequently to the outside world. Do they want to change the order of the magical world based on the Federation?"

"Not necessarily!" Winston said, he suddenly remembered what the old friend told him before leaving during the summer vacation in Australia.

————They are worried about the chaotic situation in Europe. This has seriously affected their business activities.

At that time, Winston didn't know the meaning behind this sentence.

But now...

Immediately, he told the two people around him about his guess.

"Just for the trade route?"

"There must be other reasons." Kent didn't believe the poor excuse at all.

"It may be related to the Outer Gods or ancient magic." Winston guessed.

"They want to intervene?" Garona asked hurriedly. As the best young generation in the Saints Organization, they know much more about that country than most wizards in Europe. It is clear that if they get involved, everything about the Outer Gods and ancient magic will become more complicated, and all previous arrangements may be invalidated. "Are we going to fight against them?"

"No--" Winston affirmed.

"The Master and Dumbledore have the same views on the Outer Gods and ancient magic."

"The only variable comes from the fact that all the ancient magic is completely controlled by one person, which may arouse their vigilance and even panic."

"So they are so actively involved in European affairs for the purpose of unification?" Kent said.

"It's possible. You know people over there always like to prepare for two or even three things. Didn't Miss Zhang go to Hogwarts?"

"Humph - I really hate dealing with these smart people. They are too complicated. Can't we just be straightforward?

Everyone puts their needs on the table and then each gets what they need. Isn't it better?"

Listening to Kent's complaint, Winston smiled: "Because we are human beings! Human beings are such creatures."

"Okay. Time is running out. We are all leaving."

Winston stood up and said simply.

"I have a hunch that what happens in the next hour will completely change the world."

"Otherwise, our mentor wouldn't have sent us here." Garona stood up together and said.

On the electronic watch on the wall, the red digital time is beating.

——14:00

Westminster Abbey.

The British established the special court here, and its purpose is self-evident.

As the British diplomat said, the trial of wizards is a matter for the Holy See, and the British government should not compensate for the unrest caused by wizards.

Now - this is really a church.

And it is also a church with ancestral tablets.

On the road, the usual busy traffic was completely gone. There were traces of armored vehicles everywhere, and soldiers monitored everything closely.

"As you can see, the security level this time is unprecedented. This trial, which is expected to be held at three o'clock in the afternoon, is not only the sentencing of criminals from one world to another, but also the sentencing of the most powerful leader in the world. Rally." BBC News, on every radio and television broadcast in London.

Warning helicopters kept flying through the sky. From time to time, soldiers on guard flashed past the buildings, as well as sirens blaring on the streets, which added a sense of solemnity to the air.

"Today, diplomats from various countries are arriving from France, Germany, Italy, Russia, Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, Belgium, Austria, and Poland."

"Looking at today's weather conditions, the whole of London will be cloudy today, but it will be a cloudy day. Meteorologists claim that there are very few condensation nuclei in the air, and it is unlikely to rain in London."

At least tens of thousands of people gathered near Westminster Abbey. The crowds and reporters were waving the flags of the United Kingdom, the European Union, and other European countries, and the noises continued one after another.

In other places.

For example, Somerset House is a huge Tudor palace where helicopters of diplomats from various countries take off and land.

Naturally, a large group of reporters gathered at these important locations.

"Oh! Look, everyone, the helicopter that just passed over Somerset Palace is the German Chancellor's car." In front of the roadside of Somerset Palace, a host was holding a microphone and a camera Looking high in the sky, the roar in the sky was clearly transmitted through the host's microphone to the ears of every citizen watching the live broadcast.

The helicopter drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, hovered several times above Somerset Palace, then slowly began to sink, and finally disappeared from the camera.