The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(I know a little bit about the British political system, so please take some mistakes as empty)

"So, there is magic in this world?"

John Major was lying on a chair in the Prime Minister's Office with a copy of "The Hobbit" in his hand. As a lover of reading, he would naturally read the current award-winning books.

He raised the book in his hand towards a minister who was reporting to him.

"Where are the traditionalists in the Conservative Party? That's what they're talking about, right?" He slammed the report in his other hand on the table.

The traditionalists oppose any form of transfer of power in the UK, including the integration of the European Union, and some even belong to the old aristocratic bureaucracy.

As the leader of the Conservative Party, John has never been very fond of them, but because of interests and time constraints, he cannot immediately kick some old stubborn people out of the Conservative Party.

But after that, he will definitely remove some cabinet members, and it is too early now.

"Yes," said the minister respectfully.

"Where's the Prime Minister of the wizarding world? I didn't see them come to participate in the power transfer when I took office"

"Well... Actually the magic world is not interested in this, they just sent someone to inform you... Then, this is the old aristocratic bureaucratic information"

The minister handed over another stack of documents, and John checked it out. Some of the fund providers behind him were even unknown to him.

But through clues, it can be found that some nobles even appeared in ancient British history.

"Hmph... A lot of them popped up all of a sudden... um~ the ancient group? Do you think I'm a fool?" John shook the document, "Draft a document and tell them that tax payment is out of the question! They embezzle public pensions!"

Because the Thatcher government's administrative reforms pursued too much economy and efficiency, the social security system was close to collapse, so John promoted the Citizen's Charter, and his enthusiasm even affected France.

At this time, the old nobles were afraid. They were related to the British royal family and did not want their money to be damaged, so they began to object.

Some even made Prime Minister John prohibit the collection of royal taxes.

As John who launched Operation Desert Storm last year, this is the time when he wants to show his talents. Every prime minister wants to be the second Churchill.

"By the way, notify SIS (British Army Intelligence Bureau/Secret Intelligence Service) to immediately set up a separate department to investigate weird things that happened"

As Prime Minister, he has the command of the armed forces and the right to declare war.

"Yes!" The personal minister walked out of the room immediately.

John turned the soft chair and looked at the night scene outside the window. The scattered lights in the night did not make him lonely, but made him shudder.

Just imagine, behind some members of parliament or ministers are the truths that the prime minister only knows when he takes office. No matter what the others are, at least John will not.

On the wall next to it is a portrait of Churchill with a half-read The Hobbit on his lap.

John Major liked this book, it was full of adventure and simplicity, if the magic world was similar to the book, he would naturally not be so nervous.

But what if not?

He couldn't afford to gamble, and as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, he couldn't afford to gamble even more. Therefore, the second year after hearing the news, the organs of power began to operate immediately. John didn't think that an old aristocrat who hid behind the back of politicians to provide funds didn't know these secrets.

Worse, he thought those old nobles were even 'guests' from the magic world.

"Magic world..." John thought that besides Tolkien, the author of this book also had two very young students, which caught his attention.

Even if you are a genius, it is impossible to write a novel that is popular in Europe and America at the age of 11, right?Are these all true?

John felt that he seemed to be one step closer to the truth, and inspiration passed by like a shooting star.

(The original book mentioned the attitude of the British Prime Minister, which feels a bit like letting the Ministry of Magic fend for itself.

Shouted a sentence: 'You are wizards!You can do magic!Surely you can solve - yes - solve any problem! ', subsequently refusing to meet Fudge)

.........

When the British intelligence organization began to operate, Cyrus, who was far away in Hogwarts, was still accompanying Hermione in the school infirmary. He didn't know that the two had attracted the Prime Minister's attention.

Although Madam Pomfrey always said: "Talking to a petrified man is a waste of time"

But Cyrus would still come every night, even if he didn't say anything.

"Professor Lockhart has been acting weird lately. Ever since I suggested he write a novel alone, he seems to be pestering me every day, asking me to give him some advice"

Cyrus was sitting on the small bench beside the bed, holding her hand, Hermione's small satchel was at his feet, and he was talking about what had happened in the past few days.

Hermione's limb was as stiff as a warm smooth stone.

The Force reconnected with him, and Cyrus could see through her eyes a sense of wonder, wonder, but nothing but fear.

In the past few days, he had a lot of communication with Lockhart because of the memory spell, but he did not expect that the other party was very professional in the memory spell, which benefited Cyrus a lot.

Just mentioning his past experience, Lockhart would always reveal the matter vaguely, but after hearing that Cyrus was a novelist in the Muggle world, Lockhart acted a little fanatical.

It's like meeting a soulmate.

Lockhart never imagined that a random story could be liked by so many people.

"So, that's it, I only dare to stay in Professor McGonagall's office these days..." Cyrus dozed off while thinking.

Accidentally, his left foot kicked over the satchel on the ground, and the books inside were scattered. Cyrus leaned over to clean it up, but he found a strange little book.

Unlike other notebooks, it was not thick, and the old cover felt rough to the touch. Cyrus had never seen it before, and this aroused his curiosity.

Cyrus yawned, glanced at Hermione secretly, and muttered to himself:

'Gandalf bless, I just want to see if there is any useful news, definitely not to peek'

When he opened it with the weak candlelight, the content inside was not an important part of the knowledge point at all, nor was it the ingredients of the compound soup, nor the main points of Force Meditation.

The flickering lights of the candles hit Cyrus' face, which turned red.

The more Cyrus rolled back, it felt like a cat was scratching his heart, and his back was like ants crawling.

While thinking that it is wrong to peek at other people's diaries privately, Cyrus couldn't stop because of the excitement of flipping through them in front of the person concerned.

Especially what's inside.

The weak candlelight made Cyrus look a little tired, so that the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

It always records Hermione's meeting with Cyrus since she was five years old, and it has been maintained until this year's Christmas.

There is also a small gain:

"Cyrus doesn't know, my weakness is probably the area of ​​the neck against the collarbone. When he was sleeping, the breath he exhaled made me tremble..."

ha!found it! !Cyrus found the blind spot!

Cyrus secretly put the diary back into the satchel. He looked at the time, and it was already approaching curfew, and Madam Pomfrey's door opened outside the curtain.

He reluctantly got up, lowered his head in a mysterious way, and kissed the back of Hermione's hand.

Maybe it was the records in Hermione's diary that moved him, or maybe it was the rewards he received for his longing and hard work these days, in short, he did this without any reason.

After Cyrus came to his senses, he stood there in a daze, looking at Hermione with a blushing face, as if all the hard work these days was worth it.

"Little Cyrus, go back..." Madam Pomfrey called Cyrus back to God, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

"Of course~" Cyrus pursed his lips, straightened the quilt for Hermione, and left the school infirmary quickly with his head down.

Of course it would be all right, he believed, and always believed.