I, Hogwarts Second Week

October 27, 1996, 15:00.

Westminster Abbey, London.

As the largest Gothic building in the UK, it is known as one of the three major Gothic churches in Europe, along with Notre Dame de Paris in France and St. Petersburg Cathedral in Russia.

Entering the cathedral, the first thing that comes into view is the huge Catholic chapel.

The interior is beautifully decorated, with dense carvings on the arch ribs, and every detail is meticulously crafted. In particular, the many funnel-shaped floral decorations hanging under the vault add a delicate and mysterious beauty.

The large area of ​​stained glass around is gorgeous and colorful, and the light shines through the stained glass windows, creating a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

The fan-shaped dome roof is decorated with colorful flags with medieval knight medal patterns, and under the flags, diplomats from various European countries are sitting.

Everyone looks serious, as if they are waiting for a great trial.

In my ears - the majestic sound of police sirens, coming from far to near.

On a cold day, the cold light of the police lights penetrates the solemn air.

Slowly crossing the Westminster Bridge.

In the distance, the magnificent Houses of Parliament are located on the banks of the Thames, and the last afterglow of the former empire under Big Ben is shrouded in dark clouds.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the motorcade slowly drove to the front of the church.

Hundreds of people have already gathered here. Most of them are reporters from various countries and regions, as well as some protocol personnel arranged by the city government.

Because of security reasons, ordinary people are not allowed to come here.

The reporters' waists are bulging - either holding cameras or holding microphones tightly, eager to record every detail.

This is a historic scene, a scene that has attracted global attention. Only when Armstrong stepped onto the surface of the moon during the last Apollo moon landing in the United States, there was such a grand occasion.

Everyone wants to see clearly what the wizard's face looks like.

Is it as described in the bedtime story, an old witch with chickenpox all over her face.

After the police car stopped, the door slowly opened, and a man in prison uniform walked down under the escort of two police officers. His face was clearly captured by the camera and displayed in front of the global audience.

"Click!"

"Click!"

In an instant, countless flashes lit up.

However, to everyone's surprise, the wizard in the camera was not what they imagined. On the contrary, the wizard criminal looked like a middle-aged man with a haggard face and deep fatigue and confusion in his eyes. His hair was a little messy and his beard was dense, which made him look a little unkempt. But it was hard to hide his former handsomeness.

This unexpected picture made the crowd and reporters at the scene in an uproar.

Through the live TV broadcast, people began to whisper and discuss the true identity of the wizard and the story behind it.

Reporters adjusted their angles one after another, trying to capture more details about the wizard criminal.

The wizard was escorted to the door of the church by several fully armed police officers with various medals on their chests. His hands were completely locked by some kind of metal sleeves, and his mouth was blocked by some kind of metal mask.

The prison uniform on his body was also specially made, closer to the straitjacket of the comfortable manic patients in the mental hospital.

The legs can only move slightly, and if they walk a little faster, they may fall.

The wizard was escorted and walked towards the door of the church with difficulty. Every step seemed extremely heavy.

Although he tried to stay calm, there was still a trace of subtle fear in his eyes.

But it was obvious that when his eyes fell on the Muggle police beside him, he revealed a strong disdain.

It can be seen that he was not afraid of the Muggles, but someone else.

Inside the church, the solemn atmosphere was breathtaking.

The judge and the jury were already seated, waiting for the arrival of the wizard.

Because of the restraints, the wizard walked very slowly.

It was a short journey, and he reached the end after a few minutes.

The moment his figure appeared in the auditorium, the whole audience was silent. Everyone was looking at him.

The judge spoke first.

As a standard procedure of the court, the first step is naturally to check the identity information.

"Jacob Levi" the nearly seventy-year-old chief justice said heavily.

But - just as he was about to read the next sentence.

Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded.

"Boom!"

Then, the stained glass of the cathedral was completely shattered.

Afterwards, a ball of black fog rushed in.

Accompanied by some kind of perverse laughter.

A ball of green light drove out and hit the wizard named Jacob Levi directly.

"Avada Kedavra--"

Not even a scream was uttered.

Like a light without electricity, the empty shell without a soul fell to the ground.

In the black fog, the figure of the Death Eater appeared.

If there were wizards present, they would definitely recognize the other party at a glance-Amycus Carrow, one of Voldemort's loyal lackeys.

He and his sister Alecto Carrow created many bloody terrors during the First Wizarding War and were the most wanted criminals hunted by the Ministry of Magic.

He looked around perversely.

His eyes were full of cruelty and madness.

He waved the wand in his hand slightly, and several spells were cast.

It hit the Muggle police who were responsible for escorting Jacob Levi directly.

Then he walked past them and walked in front of the representatives of each country.

In front of him, the Iron Armor Spell blocked the bullets from the task force that rushed into the auditorium.

The bullet seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, stopping a few inches in front of Amycus.

He stared at the Muggle army, which seemed to him like a clown, with a crazy smile on his lips.

Perhaps he was thinking about how he could kill these people.

"Bang--"

Suddenly, behind him, a silver bullet penetrated Amycus's brow.

Blood reflected the rotating bullet, flashing the beauty of industry.

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Amycus's expression seemed to have been paused.

He fell to the ground silently.

His pupils looked behind him.

He couldn't understand why--why those Muggles who were obviously petrified by him would break free from their restraints.

At the moment when his sight disappeared.

He seemed to see the police behind him, and the medal on his chest--suddenly broke one, and the debris fell to the ground.

——————

Time went back to the day before, October 26, 9 am.

Prime Minister's Office.

Mr. Harker was asking about his day's arrangements.

"Bernard, who am I meeting this afternoon?"

Hearing this, Mr. Bernard slightly opened the document in his hand and replied: "Um - the Women's Suffragettes Group, the British Women's Association Union, the London Workingmen's Association, the Home Secretary, um - and the Conservative Party leader."

"Can those three associations come together?" Mr. Hack pointed to his watch and said with great effort: "Short time, Bernard!"

"Of course, no problem, Mr. Prime Minister." Bernard smiled slowly and dialed the phone at hand.

"Then in the morning -"

As he spoke, the office door was knocked.

Cabinet Secretary, Sir Humphrey walked in.

He held a heavy document in his hand. He came to the desk in a listless manner.

"What's wrong, Humphrey? You look like you've just been beaten up."

The Prime Minister said happily, of course he knew the reason.

That Ming diplomat was really good at talking. For the first time, Humphrey was defeated in words, especially when the other party used English.

This was undoubtedly a beating for him, and he used his most familiar weapon.

Sir Humphrey straightened his face and showed his British gentleman style again.

"They have no gentlemanly manners at all, and they just won't give up the price difference of a few pounds."

"They almost had a fight with the Foreign Minister at the negotiation table. As a senior civil servant. I..." He put the documents in his hand on the table.

"In the end, we still suffered a loss?" Mr. Hack blocked Sir Humphrey's subsequent defense with just one sentence.

Indeed - he suffered a big loss.

In this negotiation, not only did Britain lose billions of dollars, but also lost some technical data.

And what they got in return were just some unverified 'dark magic defense props. '

And the number was extremely rare.

From the moment of the negotiation, Sir Humphrey felt that he had been made a fool.

"Strictly speaking, we are not at a disadvantage." Mr. Harker paused. As an official, he can see the future more than these civil servants. "Billions in exchange for the information and items of a brand new world. If we were to do this deal, we would never trade so easily. At least the price would have to be multiplied several times."

"Have all the things been delivered?"

"MI5 is receiving them."

"Okay." Mr. Harker responded.

"Sir, I don't understand why we don't cooperate with Kingsley and his team?" Bernard spoke appropriately and asked the doubts in his heart.

Before this, they had contacted the wizards under Kingsley. Although the other party refused, business is to test the other party's bottom line in repeated tugs and pulls. Bernard didn't understand why they gave up after just one test.

"Bernard--" Sir Humphrey pulled out a chair, sat down, and his eyes fell on the little angel Bernard, "What do you think is the most critical thing about this operation?"

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Bernard's eyes rolled around, and after a while he tentatively uttered a word, "Secret?"

"Then who should be kept secret?"

"Our enemies?"

"Oh--Bernard." Sir Humphrey said with a mature air, "Of course not. NATO news is transmitted to the Kremlin much faster than 10 Downing Street.

Of course it is to the British."

"British?" Bernard was stunned for a moment, his face surprised.

"British wizards!" Sir Humphrey added. "Although we don't think so.

No one would think so.

The dark wizard who stirs up trouble--there is no evidence--seems to be born in the UK in the public's impression."

"Accurate wording, Humphrey." Mr. Prime Minister praised.

"Thank you." Humphrey smiled and nodded towards Mr. Prime Minister.

"So, we have to keep it secret from British wizards?"

"Of course - most of the wizards in this country are servants of that man. Can you guarantee that the wizards who contact us will not leak the secret?"

"What about us internally? I mean, wizards have so many magical methods. If someone's mouth is pried open and the tongue is grabbed," Bernard made a gesture of being hanged and sticking out his tongue.

"Okay, Bernard, thank you for your wonderful performance." Humphrey glanced at him and then turned his gaze to Prime Minister Mr. Harker. "So this time, MI5 has divided the operation into several parts, and each department is only responsible for one part. No one will know the complete plan, even Prime Minister, you can't know the whole picture. The only planner, I'm sorry, I don't know who he is."

"I have always disagreed with this plan." Mr. Harker said, "What if there are problems in each link? Or there are problems with the connection-you know what will happen tomorrow, the eyes of the whole world are on us, if an accident happens, we will not just be kicked out of this position."

"No, no, no-Mr. Prime Minister." Sir Humphrey shook his head and said, "It will succeed."

"Moreover, this plan spreads the responsibility evenly, and you don't know the full picture of the plan. If something regrettable really happens, the blame will be borne by everyone."

"Is this-bleaching?" Mr. Harker frowned.

"You can call it bleaching." Bernard interrupted appropriately.

"Okay! It seems that we have reached an agreement." Mr. Harker immediately became more energetic.

"It is foreseeable that if our plan succeeds, I can foresee the new future of Great Britain, Hack's grand blueprint.

When a country is going downhill, someone has to sit in the driver's seat.

People will remember the name of this leader, just like those famous figures in history."

"Oh-yes!" Sir Humphrey waved his arm and responded with a smile.

"Of course, it's not time to celebrate yet." Mr. Hack came back from his grand blueprint and stared at the two with burning eyes. "Now-let's get started!"

As the Prime Minister's order was issued.

In addition to the headquarters of Scotland Yard, hundreds of police stations in the London area, including large municipal police stations, moved at the news.

The Special Operations Department has three command groups, the security command group, the counter-terrorism command group, and the security command group all secretly entered the combat position.

The headquarters of the Joint Special Operations Task Force-the Special Operations Bureau of the Ministry of Defense-has the Army Special Air Service Regiment, the 22nd Air Service Regiment, and the 21st Special Service Regiment.

The Royal Navy Special Boat Regiment, the Special Reconnaissance Regiment of the Joint Services, and the Special Support Brigade are all stationed in London.

About one infantry division of the Royal Guards and about two infantry divisions at a military base in the suburbs of London began to march towards London.

A squadron of Royal Air Force reconnaissance planes hovered over the city 24 hours a day.

NATO satellites were aimed at London a few days ago, but the weather may greatly reduce the usefulness of satellites.

In short, the last glory of the empire, nearly 30,000 police, navy, army and air force troops entered London.

They are almost all the troops that this dying country has quickly mobilized. If there are more, it will take more time.

——The Prime Minister's order is like an invisible chain, which quickly tightens in every corner of London.

The rhythm of the city was forcibly disrupted. It was not a pause button, nor was it accelerated or retreated.

The citizens of London all felt a sense of uneasiness. The traffic volume on the streets has decreased significantly.

There are suddenly many strangers in the city.

Their postures are upright and their eyes are sharp, which is not a trait that urban people can have.

There are also more police than before.

This change is like dropping a drop of gray paint into clear water. It is not noticeable at first, but after stirring, the clear water gradually becomes turbid, and you can feel the difference from before.

In the headquarters of Scotland Yard, the atmosphere is extremely tense.

The director and his team are holding an emergency meeting to discuss response strategies. The large screen hanging on the wall shows the surveillance images of various areas in London in real time, and every tiny movement affects their nerves.

At the same time, the three command groups of the Special Operations Department are also busy in their respective combat positions. The security command group is responsible for coordinating the actions of various branches to ensure that there are no omissions; the counter-terrorism command group is making response plans for various possible terrorist attacks; and the security command group is responsible for the safety of the prime minister and important officials, and no mistakes can be made.

In the headquarters of the Joint Special Operations Task Force, the commanders of various special forces are nervously discussing the details of the operation.

The Royal Guards and the military base troops in the suburbs of London took off their uniforms, put on regular clothes, and picked up the cameras, slogans, flags, and slogans prepared by the city government in Westminster Abbey.

All troops, personnel, institutions and headquarters only received part of a grand plan.

Fighting on their own is the most important part of this plan.

Except for the person who is in charge.

As the night deepens, the streets of London become quieter.

But under this quietness, countless people are nervous and expectant. They are all waiting, waiting for the moment that can change everything.

——————

Time goes back to October 27th, 11 o'clock in the morning.

In the morning, the sky in London was still blue, but now it has begun to be covered with dark clouds.

Alice drove her old Chevrolet car slowly across Westminster Bridge.

The buildings on both sides of the street are simple and elegant, and traces of history can be seen everywhere here.

According to MI5, there is indeed a hidden safe house nearby, which was carefully set up by the department to deal with various emergencies. There is more than one such safe house in London. They are like secret fortresses hidden in the urban jungle, guarding the security of the country.

The location of the safe house is extremely confidential. Except for a few special departments of MI5 and MI6, almost no one knows it.

This is not only a shelter, but also a complete combat base. Weapons, ammunition, medicines, food, etc. are all available to deal with various emergencies.

After Alice parked the car, she walked towards the safe house with two companions.

Knocked on the door and waited for a response from inside.

The one who opened the door was an English lady. Her temperament was elegant and calm, which formed a sharp contrast with the three women outside the door. Her golden brown hair shone in the sun. She wore a luxurious long dress, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her movements.

"Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Smith." Alice said politely, her voice calm and firm.