I, Hogwarts Second Week

The dark clouds in London were settling, and it looked like they were about to condense into rain.

In the bunker on Downing Street, the air fell silent.

Facing Mr. James Bond, Kingsley responded with silence.

There was anger in his eyes.

Conspiracy - he realized it from the moment the Muggles opened fire.

They set traps and constantly provoked the Death Eaters just to wait for them to come to the door.

And now - the conspiracy is still going on.

In the current situation, if the Ministry of Magic chooses to stand by and watch, the Death Eaters may break through here. In front of Westminster Abbey, they caught the Death Eaters off guard, and the next step is a tough battle.

What should they do?

What should the Ministry of Magic do?

They can only choose to clean up the Muggles and help them fight against the Death Eaters and other dark wizards.

A ruined London, with hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries in Britain again, is definitely not what the Ministry of Magic wants to see.

Dumbledore will not allow it.

Neither will Rufus Scrimgeour.

"Well -" Kingsley almost spit out this word from his teeth.

They were calculated by the Muggles, it would be strange if they could be happy.

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Downing Street had already been cast with an anti-Apparition spell, so he had to leave here first.

The senior government officials present did not stop him.

Especially Mr. Bond, he was happy to see the other party show such an expression.

Angry!

He should be angry!

But - what about Europe's anger?

Berlin, Paris, Rome, etc. - hundreds of thousands of people died, should the living be angry!

Owen said one thing very accurately.

Miss Granger's great power on both sides made the Muggles very afraid.

Otherwise - there would only be an endless war between the two races. Now that Mr. Bond's plan can include the British Ministry of Magic, it is already a gesture of goodwill. Otherwise - all creatures waving magic wands will be enemies of Europe.

Mr. Harker looked at Kingsley with surprise as he left.

He really didn't know anything.

It's a pity that the Prime Minister of a country would be led by his subordinates.

There is nothing he can do about it.

Because he is the Prime Minister, he is also the most dangerous person in the whole of Britain. According to the wizard's method, he can easily be pried open and his memory searched. Indeed, if the plan is fully told to him, it will increase the risk.

"Ding Ding--"

Suddenly, the phone on the Prime Minister's desk rang.

Bernard, as a private secretary, immediately picked up the phone, "This is Downing Street."

"Oh--please wait."

After that, he handed the phone to the Prime Minister.

Mr. Hack was a little surprised. Who would come to him at this time?

Unless?

Something went wrong at the front?

Heavy casualties?

Suddenly, Mr. Hack was more afraid of this phone call.

However, as the Prime Minister's reserve, after hesitating for two seconds, he still picked up the phone.

"I am Jim Hack."

"Oh--it's you."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. Mr. Hack had met him a few months ago--many times.

The office soon fell into silence again.

Only the Prime Minister occasionally heard: um, like this, oh, good, etc.

People who didn't know the position of the people present thought that the person who made this call was the Prime Minister.

Five minutes later.

Mr. Harker hung up the phone with a complicated expression.

Just now - Mr. M, who came from the Diogenes Club and held a secret position in the government and formulated the plan, told him the whole story in a simple way.

This made him both happy and worried.

The happy thing was that according to the current situation, the plan was progressing smoothly, and almost all the situations that occurred were within the government's plan. The worry was that if the same arrangement was made to deal with wizards in the future, it would greatly damage the power of the prime minister.

As an ordinary person in the secular world, he had no means of defense against wizards. No matter how solid Downing Street was, it was not as safe as the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic could be infiltrated by Death Eaters, not to mention Downing Street.

Since the prime minister occupied a high position, he naturally became the target of public criticism.

In order to ensure that some plans were foolproof, they could only be implemented by various departments like this time, and the prime minister would not interfere or command them at all.

This is a very dangerous signal, especially in a country like Britain where empiricism prevails. As long as a precedent is set, the power of the prime minister will gradually be usurped by various departments, just as they once usurped the power of the king.

The parliamentary representative system is likely to come to an end.

"Okay, everyone," Mr. Harker finally broke the silence of the office after a moment of silence, and his voice echoed in the empty room, "Since our plan is moving forward steadily and has not deviated from the predetermined track, then everyone should return to their posts and continue our respective work."

Immediately, many people in this small office began to retreat.

As his words fell, others began to get up one after another and prepare to leave. Mr. Bond took the lead in sorting out the documents, exchanged glances with several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and then walked out of the office. Immediately afterwards, the intelligence personnel of the Joint Operations Command also left one after another, and their footsteps echoed in the corridor, gradually going farther and farther.

"Humphrey, please stay for a moment." Mr. Prime Minister suddenly raised his voice and called Sir Humphrey who was about to leave.

Sir Humphrey had already walked to the door. Hearing the Prime Minister's call, he was slightly startled, then turned around and sat back at his desk.

"Sir, what are you doing..." He pointed at his colleagues who had left the door, "Why did you send them away? What trouble did you encounter?"

Mr. Harker sighed softly, took off his glasses, slowly put them on the table, and leaned back in his chair, "Okay, Humphrey."

He waved his hand, "It's not 'I' who is in trouble, but 'we' - don't you think we are too passive when facing this special group of wizards? Especially as the Prime Minister!"

"Why do you think so?" he asked

"Do you think so?" Mr. Harker asked back, with a hint of dissatisfaction and helplessness in his tone. In this regard, civil servants are much less sensitive than officials. "As Prime Minister, I should be the one who controls the overall situation and makes plans. However, when facing wizards, I find that I can only passively accept the arrangements and plans of my subordinates. They have their own system and rules, and I can only be led by the nose."

"Oh--" Sir Humphrey nodded, with a greasy smile on his face, "Sir, this is about the traditional distribution of power and responsibility.

We have always aimed to clarify the distinction between leadership responsibilities and administrative trivia, and to delegate management functions to those who are more qualified to handle these trivia, so that Political leaders are engaged in the heavy work and deep thinking required by their position and responsibilities. "

"I know - it's a common method used by civil servants to suppress ministers. But this time it's true -" Mr. Harker waved his hand and slowly stood up and said, "If each department can make its own decisions, then they will have a tendency to become bigger - do you know how much this operation will cost in total? We don't know the plan at all in advance, how to interfere? How can we hold power? The British representative system will collapse. "

"Oh -" Sir Humphrey finally understood Mr. Harker's concerns. He nodded slightly and frowned.

He realized that this problem was much more complicated than the Prime Minister expected. Fighting against wizards, a special group, not only involves the military and technical departments, but also involves the stability and balance of the entire government structure.

He thought more deeply and began to imagine the rise of those technical departments and the military in the action, and the potential threat of this rise to the civil service system. As the leader of civil servants and the cabinet secretary, he realized that he was also in danger of being sidelined by his subordinates.

Dealing with wizards will certainly make MI5, MI6, the Security Department, the Security Department, the London Metropolitan Police and other technical departments or the military bigger, which will inevitably squeeze the current civil service system.

"This is indeed a serious problem, Prime Minister." Sir Humphrey's voice also took on a bit of seriousness.

Mr. Harker nodded, and he looked at Sir Humphrey, hoping that he could give some suggestions. "Do you have any solution?"

Sir Humphrey pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "In the long run, if we can put the British Ministry of Magic under the direct control of the cabinet, then this problem can be fundamentally solved."

"Humphrey!"

"Oh - I understand, it seems quite difficult at the moment." He spread his hands and shook his head helplessly, but then began to add half-jokingly: "Or, we can elect a wizard to be prime minister..."

Mr. Harker couldn't help coughing a few times after hearing this, and was obviously choked by this proposal. "Oh - cough cough - Humphrey, this is just a joke, right?" He tried to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Sir Humphrey nodded quickly and smiled and changed the subject.

But in fact, from the perspective of the civil service group, he did think deep down that it was not impossible to find a wizard to be prime minister. After all, a wizard prime minister who knew nothing about the operation of the current government would be more easily manipulated and influenced by civil servants.

However, he also understood that this was just an unrealistic fantasy, and perhaps when the children, the children's children, this fantasy would become a reality.

"Well, sir, maybe we should show enough kindness and tolerance after this conflict with the wizarding world is over." Sir Humphrey said with a smile, "Then, we can consider inviting a wizard to join the government."

"Invite wizards to join the government?" Mr. Harker repeated in surprise, obviously he had not considered such a possibility before.

"Yes, Prime Minister." Sir Humphrey nodded and continued to explain, "Invite a wizard who stands on our side. I have learned that the struggle over bloodline in the magical world has lasted for thousands of years. Pure-blood wizards, half-blood wizards, and Muggle-born wizards - that is, wizards born from children of ordinary people like us, have complicated relationships."

"You mean to invite a Muggle-born wizard to join the government or even the cabinet?" Mr. Harker began to be interested in this proposal.

"It must be powerful enough, but at the same time have no interest in power. It is best to be young enough, and his parents are in London, so that we can better understand his background and personality." Sir Humphrey raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly.

"Young enough?" Mr. Harker pondered for a moment. Yes, young enough, so that they can be allowed to draw.

"This matter must be arranged as soon as possible."

"Of course." Sir Humphrey slowly stood up, nodded to the Prime Minister, and immediately left the office.

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On the other side, after receiving Kingsley's message, the Ministry of Magic urgently dispatched several Aurors to Downing Street.

Theseus Scamander also brought the Goldstein sisters and ambushed near Downing Street.

It is not known whether it was a coincidence or the wizard did it on purpose.

The Golden Hall where the Ministry of Magic is located is actually located deep underground in Whitehall.

The so-called Whitehall is a street in London, England. It connects the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street. There are some British government agencies such as the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of the Interior, and the Admiralty on this street and its vicinity, so people use Whitehall as a synonym for the British administrative department.

In other words, just under Downing Street, under the Prime Minister's buttocks, is the headquarters of the British Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, the speed of reinforcements is extremely fast.

Within a few minutes, a large number of wizards rushed to Downing Street.

While the Prime Minister was talking to the Cabinet Secretary, the battle between the Aurors and the Death Eaters had already begun.

The Aurors waited for the opportunity to attack the invading dark wizards.

Successfully suppressed a large group of enemies.

Coupled with the nearby task force and MI5 agents, under constant sniping, after more than ten minutes, the dark wizards led by the Death Eaters showed a trend of defeat.

Once this trend was caught by the Aurors, it was like a snowball, and their retreat was inevitable.

Soon, members of the so-called "Dark Raven" organization began to flee.

They were forced to join the Death Eaters. Except for a few backbones who were controlled by Voldemort using the [Death Root] and are still fighting stubbornly, most of the others have no intention of fighting.

As for the Death Eaters.

They are much more crazy than other dark wizards.

Seeing the battle pouring towards the other side, the Death Eaters immediately exhausted all means and did everything they could.

They were anxious about a large group of dark creatures and dark monsters.

Control or command these creatures to indiscriminately attack everyone around them.

Including the evil-omen parasitic corpses, eight-eyed giant spiders, werewolves, and even vampires. The battle situation instantly changed from regional to a full-scale war sweeping London.

"Crack--"

Above London, the originally oppressive dark clouds seemed to no longer be able to bear their own heavy burdens, and finally, urged by the thunder, began to release the rain they carried.

The rain fell quietly, at first it was only fine and dense, like countless silver threads gently hanging from the sky. As time went by, the rain gradually became denser, like a reservoir opening the sluice gate, and endless rain poured down.

Before this, the weather forecasts for several consecutive days had claimed that it would not rain.

However, reality gave them a loud slap in the face.

Indeed, this time it had nothing to do with meteorological experts, because it was not the natural meteorological changes that caused this heavy rain, but some supernatural power.

At some point, some strange figures began to appear in the sky above London.

They were wearing black cloaks, and their bodies were as rotten as if they were soaked in water, and were highly rotten.

There were no facial features, and there was only an empty hole on their faces.

Hundreds of Dementors hovered in the clouds, constantly absorbing the negative emotions that permeated the city. As emotions accumulated, the clouds became heavier and heavier.

In an instant, the whole city was filled with the breath of despair, helplessness, and pain.

This breath was hidden in every wisp of air and could easily penetrate into the body of any ordinary person.

The Aurors were unable to intercept all the Dementors.

When the Death Eaters spread the battlefield from Downing Street to the entire city, their lack of manpower and the need to protect the Prime Minister and the Queen, who could not leave easily, were immediately exposed.

What would it look like if there were suddenly hundreds of lunatics waving wands in the city - just look at London now.

The city was wailing, and Prime Minister Mr. Harker was anxious about it.

The third step of the plan still needed time to prepare.

He had to do his best to find a way to delay time and reduce the current casualties.

"Can't you send anyone?"

In the Downing Street bunker, Mr. Harker kept talking. He had told the wizard in front of him about this issue many times.

"We are facing the dark wizards of the whole of Europe. How can the British Ministry of Magic alone deal with them?" Tonks frowned and responded impatiently.

She didn't want to stay here at all.

She would rather go out and fight.

But because of her ability.

She is the best "agent". The biggest advantage of Animagus is that she can transform into anyone, which allows her to stay in the dark to protect the Prime Minister.

"Then contact the Ministry of Magic of other countries."

"It's useless." Tonks said, "European countries have just emerged from the quagmire of war and are currently on high alert. They will never send anyone to help us." Her voice revealed a bit of helplessness and anger - this is all the trouble you caused. Why do you provoke the Death Eaters for no reason!

Now that you can't handle it, you start to blame us?

Mr. Harker was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked again: "Where is your Federation?"

Tonks shook her head, still without any joy on her face: "The members of the Federation are mainly from the Ministry of Magic of various European countries. They are now scattered everywhere. It will definitely not be possible to mobilize them in a short time. It will take at least a few hours to arrive in London."

"A few hours!" Mr. Harker stood up suddenly, his voice full of anxiety.

A few hours, I'm afraid London will be destroyed by then.

Perhaps they can achieve considerable results this time, but the price is too high.

He felt his heart beating wildly, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

The Prime Minister tried to calm down, took a deep breath, and then said to Tonks: "I don't believe you have no manpower. Do wizards only have this population? And where is your Dumbledore? Miss Granger Woolen cloth?"

Dumbledore?

Tonks raised an eyebrow.

How did she know why Dumbledore hadn't arrived yet.

Maybe they were there a long time ago but just didn't want to take action. Maybe they blamed the Muggles for causing the trouble, or maybe they thought they could hold on.

As for - Granger

Then you have to ask Professor McGonagall.