I, Hogwarts Second Week

The lady looked at them with a smile, a hint of meaning flashing in her eyes. "How brave of you - Mrs. Smith is still at home." Her tone was relaxed and even teasing.

Alice was unmoved, and she replied calmly: "Madam, we are just here to apply for jobs." Her voice was still calm, and there was no abrupt expression on her face: "We saw the recruitment information in the newspaper. "

The lady nodded slightly, "Well - yes, we do need a maid."

“We have a lot of experience.”

"Okay - come in." She nodded, turned around and made way for the door, indicating that they could enter.

Alice and her companions looked at each other, and then walked into the mysterious safe house with firm steps.

Once inside the safe house, Jill relaxed.

Today, the codes for safe houses across London change every day, making it almost impossible for anyone to know them in advance.

"By the way, who is the idiot who came up with the password?" Jill crossed her chest with a look of displeasure on her face, "As if we are that kind of woman."

Valerie shrugged and said, "They are all people from the intelligence department. They just came up with it early this morning. Maybe he happened to have a copy of The Sun on hand?"

"Ha-"The Sun"." Jill sneered.

As one of the well-known British newspapers and publications, "The Sun" is widely talked about whether the girls on the third page are protruding and protruding.

Mrs. Smith didn't seem to hear Jill's complaint. She turned around and walked gracefully, leading the three of them towards the living room.

The living room is very gorgeously decorated, with precious oil paintings hanging on the walls, exquisite porcelain on the coffee table, and a light fragrance filling the air.

"Please sit down." Mrs. Smith pointed to the sofa and motioned for them to sit down.

"Your mission is-"

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Valerie V interrupted her, "Although we belong to the same British intelligence agency as MI6, you have no right to participate in this mission."

"Of course -" Mrs. Smith nodded and did not ask further.

The task she received was just to 'receive' today's visitors and prepare 'lunch' for them.

Other than that, all requests were outside her scope.

While talking, Mr. Smith arrived.

Like a traditional British man, he has striking features and a bald head

But not completely bald.

It’s just that the hairline is receding a bit.

Wearing a black suit, he was holding two bags in his hands.

"What you need."

Alice was the first to open the package on the table.

All types of firearms and ammunition are available.

She expertly inspected the firearms to confirm their performance and condition. Jill and V also picked up their own equipment and began to check and prepare.

"These weapons are special firearms produced by Precision International Company and have not yet been officially launched. Many problems have also been exposed in internal tests. But - time is tight and there is no time to adjust." Mr. Smith said.

"this thing"

V held up the most eye-catching firearm in the package.

This is a bolt-action sniper rifle.

But what is exaggerated is that the length of the gun is visually over 1300 mm.

The magazine is also surprisingly large. It is definitely not the 7.62mm bullet used in ordinary rifles. It is a whole circle larger. It is not an exaggeration to call it a cannonball.

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"If this thing explodes." The corner of V's mouth twitched slightly, "Half of our bodies might be gone."

"Don't worry -" Mr. Smith looked at her, with a gentleman's smile on his lips, "It's powerful enough to penetrate a three-millimeter steel plate - so there won't be any pain."

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Jill glared at the bald British man. What did you mean by this?

Could it be that it exploded during internal testing?

Then why should they be equipped with this kind of weapon as standard?

Could it be that MI5 still can't find a few suitable sniper rifles?

Forget it - she shook her head.

Silently placing the weapon back into the package.

Even if you ask yourself, the other party won't say anything.

Because they don't know the reason either.

"Okay." V ​​nodded and said casually: "We will get familiar with the equipment as soon as possible and then formulate a detailed action plan."

Of course, these words were used to prevaricate the Smiths in front of them.

They themselves don’t know their specific tasks.

You have to wait until two o'clock to open the envelope to find out.

In order to keep it secret, she could only say this.

For now, all there is to do is wait.

Hearing the sound, Mr. and Mrs. Smith stopped talking. Instead, he stepped aside and left the main position in the living room to the three of them.

On the south side of the room, there is a window with a telescope in front of it.

Jill walked over, lifted a corner of the bed curtain, and looked through the telescope toward Westminster Street.

On the street, a team of several hundred people had already gathered in front of the church.

At the street entrance, anti-terrorism troops on armored vehicles looked around solemnly.

"The city government has really put in a lot of effort this time." V said sarcastically from the side, "Such dense monitoring equipment in the city costs a lot of money. The gentlemen in the council actually agreed to install it."

Jill had long been aware of the recent emergence of surveillance cameras.

I don’t know if it’s a street intersection or a streetlight.

Cameras are also installed on the roofs of high-rise buildings and in some alleys.

Such an intensive level definitely requires a lot of funds.

"At this time, they did not raise the right to privacy and objected." V continued, "Compared with the privacy of voters, their own lives are indeed more important."

"This can be considered a good thing." Alice interjected, "See the enemy's advantage."

"It's possible that the gentlemen in Congress don't know about this at all." Gill suddenly interjected, "In the United States, if the president wants to do something that Congress does not allow, then he will package his plan a little bit."

"Haha - it's very possible." V said sarcastically, "If those noble gentlemen knew that they were going to start a war at their doorstep, they would probably crash to death in front of Buckingham Palace and be embarrassed. Also stop the Prime Minister.

Well - now it seems - Mr. Prime Minister, you are really courageous. "

"Courage? Jim Harker?" Holding a cup of black tea in the kitchen, Mrs. Smith tasted it carefully as if she heard something shocking. Her face turned red, then she covered her mouth and nose and coughed violently.

Mr. Smith quickly patted her back.

An awkward smile flashed across his lips.

"We have chosen worse things, haven't we?" He comforted his wife while patting her back.

"Ahem." Mrs. Smith continued to cough a few times, and then took several deep breaths before calming down, "Yes"

She looked thoughtful and replied after a while, "Who is worse?"

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This time, she blocked her husband's mouth.

No matter how shrewd and capable he was in arguing, he was speechless for a moment.

After a pause of about a few seconds, he spoke again, "But no matter what, Mr. Harker's name has been recorded in history forever. If Britain can be safe this time and London can be safe - then he will immediately Will be the greatest British Prime Minister since the Second World War."

"That's true," Mrs. Smith shrugged. Her husband was absolutely right.

wizard

Who would have thought that such a creature actually existed.

And right under their noses.

On the other side, the trio gathered their minds by the window.

None of the three of them are British.

Little is known about British politics.

It would be good to know whether Mr. Prime Minister is a boy or a girl.

"Okay." Gil glanced at the others, "Check the time."

She glanced at the watch on her left hand, "It's now - twelve twenty-seven."

"Twelve twenty-seven." The other two people responded.

"Very good." Jill nodded.

"Then now, it's just a matter of waiting."

Time passes minute by minute.

An hour and a half passed in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the hands of the clock pointed to two o'clock.

The three of them each took out envelopes from their arms.

They looked at each other and opened it immediately - the envelope contained a short card and a button-sized headset.

The external wire of the earphones is connected to a power supply the size of a chess card.

Jill turned over the card.

A map of the vicinity of Westminster Abbey is engraved on it, with a location marked on it and a serial number next to it: 023.

The meaning is self-evident.

"Then - let's go." Jill said seriously, walked to the table and picked up her package.

The other two nodded and picked up their packages.

The three of them left the room one after another and went their separate ways according to their respective target locations.

Outside the window, on Westminster Street. The dim, mist-like sunlight slanted on the ground, adding to the desolation of this historic street.

The originally calm crowd gathered on the street suddenly became agitated.

At this time, black cars slowly drove into the street and parked in a designated area near the church. The car door opened, and diplomats from various European countries, dressed in crisp suits, stepped out of the car with steady steps.

Their appearance undoubtedly aggravated the tense atmosphere on the street. The surrounding guards immediately became nervous and looked around with vigilance.

In the crowd, a man wearing a brown windbreaker with a metal medal on his chest was scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes. He was mingling among the crowd, seemingly looking for something. Suddenly, he covered his ears and whispered: "0527 report."

His voice was deep.

"In the A3 area, there are two target persons that match the intelligence."

"A suspicious person in area B4."

As soon as he finished speaking, another voice sounded in his ear: "Roger that!"

The next moment, the surveillance camera disguised as some kind of decoration suddenly started to rotate on the street light.

The camera focuses on the A3 area.

Not far behind is Scotland Yard, about 200 yards (183 meters) from the Houses of Parliament. (Metropolitan Police Department, the British capital.)

Second floor - a temporary joint operations command center.

In a room of several hundred square meters, hundreds of operators are constantly conveying orders.

In front of him is a surveillance area with hundreds of screens.

The surveillance area was divided into several areas, and almost all places around Westminster Abbey were accurately marked on this huge "electronic map." The pictures on the screen are constantly switching, showing the real-time situation on the street.

In the center of the joint operations command center, a senior police officer in uniform was standing in front of a large screen.

"Order all personnel to stand by and monitor suspicious persons." He said in a deep voice, his voice echoing in the command center with unquestionable majesty, "No shooting without authorization, tell everyone, no matter what, no action can be taken without authorization."

In front of him, the screen showed two mysterious figures who suddenly appeared on the street corner. They were wearing old clothes, at least the style of fifty or sixty years ago, which formed a sharp contrast with the other people around them.

From the screen, it can be vaguely distinguished that there were two people, a man and a woman, standing on the street corner as if waiting for something.

The camera quickly went back ten seconds, trying to capture the appearance of these two people. However, the scene in the picture was incredible-they seemed to be squeezed out of some kind of pipe and suddenly appeared in that position, without any signs or logic.

"Wait-"

Wait!

As one of the commanders of this operation, the man knew that there was only one chance. He seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, and every step needed to be cautious.

Wizards, they are the most shrewd venomous snakes, lurking in the dark, and once they relax their vigilance, they will give a fatal blow.

I must capture the opponent's head with one blow and not give him any chance. Otherwise, what awaits them will be endless troubles, or even a crisis for the entire city.

The man took a deep breath, suppressed the tension and anxiety in his heart, and quickly issued an order: "Connect Mr. M's phone."

As the order was passed, a low and magnetic voice came from the earphone hanging on his ear a few seconds later.

"- All lives will end."

This is the command.

The man was slightly startled, and then replied: "All sincere hearts will eventually be broken."

"What's the plan?"

"Everything is under control."

"Very good." On the other side of the earphone, a magnetic voice exhaled a long breath, which did not seem to be a relaxation after tension, but just a puff of smoke, and the owner of the voice was relaxed throughout the whole process.

Just by the sound, it can be guessed that the other party should be sitting in a spacious and bright office at this moment, holding a cigarette in one hand and a phone in the other, easily and freely making logical deductions based on the intelligence received.

"Playing chess-simple and boring."

"This is thanks to our enemies-and friends." The man said calmly.

"Yes." Mr. M's voice sounded again from the other end of the headset, and he exhaled a puff of smoke, "Thanks to their stupidity."

Pause for a moment, then said: "Praise their stupidity."

"By the way - is Mr. Jacob Levi satisfied with the stage we set up for him?" Mr. M asked lazily.

"He has no choice." The man said, Jacob Levi is the wizard captured in Europe.

MI6 made a real mask for him and provided a death row prisoner with a body shape and appearance similar to his to stand trial in his place.

It can be said that the whole stage was set up for him.

And this spectator was also at the scene. But his identity at the moment was a diplomat of a European country.