I, Hogwarts Second Week

The idea proposed by Owen is not just a delusion.

It is in line with the national conditions of the United Kingdom and was born from the country's deep-rooted "compromise" culture.

The United Kingdom is like this.

Scotland, Wales, and England are independent countries, but the kings of the three countries happen to be the same person.

This understanding is not entirely correct, but the United Kingdom is built on such shaky building blocks.

The constitutional monarchy is the product of "compromise". If the emerging bourgeoisie is strong enough, the head of the British king should roll down at the feet of the people like his French relatives.

"It's a bold idea." Mr. Harker said without comment, and his eyes looked at Owen with more seriousness.

The girl in front of him doesn't look simple at all!

"It's not bold." Owen spread his hands, "Britain is like this. In the future historical process of the global integration of wizards and Muggles, you will definitely take this path."

"This is almost inevitable."

He blinked, smiled, and looked at the prime minister in front of him, "Because they tried in the past."

"Try?" Mr. Harker's pupils shrank, and a strong and dangerous tsunami rushed towards him.

The girl's meaning was very clear. In the past, wizards had tried to control this country.

"A rather chaotic and dark history." Owen said, "But that history proved what I have always thought. That is, wizards are incapable of controlling a huge country. Just like the legendary Camelot Dynasty, this land needs a figure like King Arthur, and Merlin can only serve as a position similar to the Hand of the King."

"And now, Queen - Prime Minister - this is just right, isn't it?"

He smiled slightly, stood up, and said: "Then Mr. Harker - I wish you a good appetite, goodbye."

After that, he left the office directly.

The Prime Minister and his private secretary were silent in the vacant office.

Outside No. 10.

Owen looked into the distance.

In fact, he said so much, just to tell the Prime Minister that you are plotting against Miss Granger, trying to turn her into a sword in the hands of the government and stir up the wizarding world. This is also digging your own grave.

Miss Granger is stirring up more than just the world of magic.

He shook his head, and the scene in his sight gradually became clear.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon.

The heavy rain continued, and the sky was dim.

There was little light wherever you looked, which was a good thing for Muggles. Thermal imaging or night vision gave them better vision than wizards.

Looking north, there was a line of gray-white ancient Gothic buildings from the Rose Dynasty. They were once magnificent, but now they were full of cracks and ruins.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of gunpowder and sulfur.

From here to the Thames, the end is often blurred with heavy rain. The scenery dances in the curtain of raindrops, and the light is bizarre. Only a black line can be seen.

Owen looked at the place, and felt a subtle and strange feeling of throbbing, which arose spontaneously besides disgust.

In the near distance, the clouds were low, like huge rocks pressing heavily on the buildings, making the whole city shrouded in mist.

In the deep sea sky, the Dementors seemed to swim through it like fish, silently, but with an inexplicable horror. Their figures were looming in the dark clouds, as if they were integrated with the darkness, which made people shudder.

The black fog was like the devil's fishing hook, which would suddenly droop and then harass the souls of some poor people on the ground. When the white light came on, it was the time when the soul returned to the devil's hands.

The city became gloomy and weird. The windows reflected distorted light and shadow, as if the Dementors' faces were grinning.

Owen did not participate.

He walked in the deserted streets with a transparent umbrella transformed by the magic wand.

The dark sky flashed with light from time to time, accompanied by bursts of lion roars from the sky.

From far to near, we will arrive here soon.

Dementors are a group of creatures with little "courage". After being expelled by the power of the patronus, they will immediately choose to flee. The little witch is enough to deal with them.

Isn't this what the government represented by Mr. Harker wants to see?

Agent?

Owen smiled, and after walking out of the Downing Street, he Apparated to the top floor of a building.

The wind lifted his long silver hair, and the rain outlined his figure.

In the past tens of millions of years, in the memory of all God's people, the unspeakable supreme will has always remained like this.

A touch of emerald green. It is the color of life.

Just looking down at the city calmly.

In the fight between people.

God chose to watch.

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In London, the war between mortals and wizards has come to an end.

The heavy rain was still falling, the sound of the rain combined with some kind of sharp sound like cutting glass, as if to drag the terrified soul into the darkness of eternal life.

The water droplets were like dense eyes, like ghosts, lingering on the blood-stained streets of the ancient city.

Radiating from Westminster City to the surrounding areas, the residents of the city were like frightened birds, curled up and hid in small cages made of steel and concrete.

They were cursed by some unspeakable ghost god, and the curse made them unable to see the sun.

Even a trace of light.

The city's fragile power supply system had long been paralyzed.

As time passed, night gradually approached, and the last trace of dim light was swallowed by the clouds.

People's minds slowly collapsed and disintegrated in the stench of gunpowder and some kind of sulfide.

Often, weak people with tense minds suddenly went crazy and fell into some kind of hysterical madness when they saw the true appearance of the ghost that absorbed the soul. Some people rushed out of the room, embraced the darkness, and disappeared in the pouring rain.

Some people waved their blades, muttered the Book of Revelation in the Bible, counted the sins of the past, and then cut their necks.

In the city's sewers, the fanatical religious believers who were originally not presentable began to spread their heresy and advocated that God would send a flood to cleanse this unclean world.

The managers seemed to be controlled by the minds of the chaotic multidimensional bodies outside of time and space, and then began to hold some abominable rituals that violated the sacred laws of nature.

Such evil crimes are obviously intolerable to any well-educated person.

The power of God and religion has never been as strong and urgently needed as it is today.

In a Protestant country, where the queen is equal to God, no one cares about the person on the high throne. They wait from the bottom of their hearts, incarnating the most traditional and primitive evangelicals, waiting for Jesus to come to the world to cleanse this filthy world and save their sinful souls.

Waiting - just like what Owen is doing now.

Looking at the city with indifferent eyes.

It's like the Holy Father in the Trinity of Christ, ruthlessly judging the world.

"Crack!"

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the whole sky seemed to be torn open by someone.

The clouds rolled away with rain, and it was flames -

The unknown flame suddenly emerged from an origin, and then began to burn rapidly, very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the whole sky turned golden like liquid gilding.

Perhaps the high temperature triggered the charged clouds in the clouds, and there were constant thunder and lightning in the flames.

There were a few more blue and white in the golden color, so magical that it was jaw-dropping.

At this moment, the legend and reality blurred the edge, just like the myths passed down in the past, when the darkest darkness fell, the dawn symbolized hope, broke through the sky, and illuminated the whole world.

"The Fiery Curse?"

Owen whispered.

The next second, the loud roar of the lion seemed to awaken from ancient history, shaking the hearts of everyone who heard the sound.

The lion was composed of silver-white light, and the whole body emitted waves of halo. The halo swept through the surrounding clouds like a radar, and then all the abominations in the sky began to flee.

In addition, the hidden vampires, werewolves, and [evil omen] monsters. But began to move from the corner to the light, just like dropping water into oil. For some reason, this group of dark figures began to attack the witch who released the patronus.

"Maybe it was the order of the Death Eaters?" Owen guessed.

Compared to Hermione, the heir of ancient magic in Voldemort's cognition, the Prime Minister's value plummeted at this moment.

Killing Miss Granger may be the highest order received by the Death Eaters.

Unfortunately, for the dark wizards, this is a trap.

Because an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared in the street.

Dumbledore held up his wand, and the spells slowly woven into a huge net like clever silk threads.

"Super armor protection! Solid as a rock! Protect all!!!"

"Ultimate Iron Armor Spell! Solid as a rock! Protect all!!!" And behind Dumbledore, more and more wizards appeared one after another.

Owen saw Professor Lupin, Sirius, Theseus Scamander, the Goldstein sisters and more than a dozen other wizards.

All wizards held up their wands at this moment, and the spells were like gathered fluorescence, gathering in the sky and turning into a fragile sky curtain.

And above that sky curtain, Miss Granger's patronus looked up at the earth with contempt.

As for her.

One can only see an illusory appearance, the distance is too far, vaguely, people seem to be able to see that it is a girl, a girl holding a sword.

She stands on the back of a British dragon flapping its wings.

Her whole body exudes a breath of compassion.

Kind, upright, loving, loyal, polite, for some reason, mortals can read her qualities at a glance.

The silver light shines on this land again and again.

At this moment, time seems to go back to more than a thousand years ago.

The era when the glory of Camelot still shines.

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The citizens of London who witnessed the miracle have completely lost the ability to think.

They are bathed in the glory of the patron saint.

Just like the subjects protected by the king more than a thousand years ago,

the mortals' blurred eyes are wrapped in silver light, and they look up like a soulless, hanged body, showing a fanatical and joyful expression, accepting salvation.

Staring at all this, Owen frowned slightly.

The reaction of the Muggles was as he expected.

Not everyone has an independent soul. Most people are just part of the herd. Moreover, this is a country with a flourishing religious culture. When faced with unknown supernatural forces, even if they know the existence of wizards, they still can't help but think about mystery and miracles.

Besides, this is not the birth of Jesus.

But the return of the ancient King.

The impact on existing national politics may be more serious than God.

It’s impossible for Prime Minister Harker not to know about this situation. Even if he didn’t know, wouldn’t the experts in the government, including various psychological, physiological, and medical experts, not know?

This is not looking for an agent at all, but creating a god.

Do they have any follow-up plans?

Doubts arose in Owen's heart.

But no matter what this doubt is, there will definitely be no answer today.

There's nothing left for him to do here.

The bells of Westminster Abbey rang, and Owen apparated away.

He returned to his house in a London suburb.

He hasn't been back anywhere for more than a year.

This summer he lived in the Black ancestral home and the house in Hogsmeade.

Last year, I stayed there for a few days after returning from Egypt, but it didn't last long.

But when Owen opened the door, he didn't see dust or spider webs everywhere.

Come to think of it, all this is Dobby's fault.

After a simple dinner, he went to bed early.

Tonight, Miss Granger was destined to stay with Professor Dumbledore and the Prime Minister.

He will know tomorrow what can be discussed.

A dreamless night.

It was around ten o'clock the next day when Owen climbed out of bed.

After a simple wash.

He was not in a hurry to go out, but made breakfast by himself and turned on the TV in the living room.

Yes, there is a TV in this house.

It's just that Irving has hardly seen it, so it has been sitting in the corner gathering dust.

In fact, today's TV programs are like chewing gum to him, and the old-fashioned vacuum tube big-head TV has a very low picture resolution, which is simply torture for Irving who is used to 2K and 4K LCD TVs.

So he never watches TV.

But today

Such a big thing happened yesterday.

It was impossible for the TV station not to report it. He just wanted to see what the British media would say.

The flames on the stove were flying, and the sound of voices coming from the TV reached Owen's ears.

The BBC is doing an exclusive interview program, and they are summarizing the post-war losses and casualties.

As he said this, the host suddenly spoke aside.

It said that there was an important broadcast access, and then the screen changed, and a quaint castle appeared, and the words "The Queen" appeared on the screen.

Then the screen jumped again, and the next second, a person familiar to all British people appeared on live television.

Queen Elizabeth of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and Head of the Commonwealth, dressed in gray, sits behind a table with white roses.

Her old face was calm, and a solemn and solemn aura came over her face.

Then her soft voice spoke.

"We had a rough day."

"This is a period of devastation for our country, and I have full confidence that my government will be able to defend the British people and their property, but this time our enemies are not other countries or terrorist organizations." The Queen in the TV picture After taking a deep breath, a trace of tenacity flashed in her eyes, and then she slowly pronounced a word in the most authentic British accent.

"wizard.

Dangerous among wizards. "

"Yes, an evil wizard organization attacked us." As Her Majesty Elizabeth's voice sounded, her eyes turned to the camera. After that, the camera switched to Buckingham Palace, the devastated land around it, and London that was already full of ruins. .

The Queen's voiceover continues: "London has been attacked - the greatest destruction of a city since the Second World War."

"The last time the city was so badly damaged was in 1940. I was just a girl and all I heard on the radio was bad news. Poland had fallen, France had fallen, and most of Europe had fallen to Nazism. - in hand."

"London was being bombed by enemy planes all day long. Although I never doubted that we would fail, I still had all kinds of bad thoughts in my heart. If the enemy landed in our country, if this country Most of the land is occupied by the enemy, what will happen if we are really defeated."

"In those years, I have asked myself countless times, what can we do?" When Her Majesty Elizabeth said this, the scene turned to the urban area of ​​London. The dilapidated city was devastated, but the top of Buckingham Palace The British flag still flies.

"But in the end, we all know that the king's government led us to win the war."

"And now, I will once again believe without reservation that my government and all my people on this land will definitely defeat all invading enemies without wavering or being discouraged. We will persist until the end! The sun shines on this land again!" The queen's words were deafening, and the voice from the TV inspired her people over and over again.

At the table, Owen was eating an omelette and lamented that the Queen's London accent was authentic.

What encouragement did those words have to him?

Damn - he's not British.

Napoleon or de Gaulle climbed out of the coffin to give a speech, maybe he would be a little bit moved.

Besides, do the British really do this?

The citizens of London are not blind. Yesterday's miracle has nothing to do with the British government. What they care more about now is the name of the king who came to the world.

Today is the first day after the war ends, and most people are still in deep fear. In a few days, when the commotion subsides, many people will gather in front of Westminster Abbey to pray.

It will become the British Wailing Wall.

There is a kind of feeling that only they can understand. After the Battle of London in 1996, the British, who suffered from the loss of culture, knelt in the hall of Westminster Abbey. When the light shines through the stained glass and casts mottled shadows, this nation will find the eternal spiritual home.

Since the end of the Camelot era, the sleeping king in Avalon has returned again.

His subjects will touch the king's cloak and murmur with tears: "My eternal king——

Today, we are finally back by your side."