The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

When all organs are running, the efficiency is extremely efficient, not to mention the prime minister who issues orders.

In just over an hour, everything about Cyrus' background from birth was clearly investigated, especially the identity of his father, Annie Klein.

No problem at all, not an agent, the foundation is very clean.

"I heard stories about magic when I was a child, but... those novels are not as vivid as yours, they are like a microcosm of the world"

In the hall near the bar table, Prime Minister Meli used his authority to clear the entire area, except for the bodyguards guarding the window and the door, only he and Cyrus were left.

"I didn't expect so many people to like it"

People change. When a person is 12 years old and can obtain honors that most people will never get in their lifetime, they may become carried away.

But Cyrus didn't. The analysis of character alone is enough to explain a person's quality.

"You..." The Prime Minister looked at the night scene outside the window, and finally asked after he regained his composure, "Does magic really exist?"

With regard to magic, the Prime Minister's attitude towards this is just a mentality of 'I know there is such a thing, but I don't know the specific content'.

He longed and was afraid at the same time.

Although the picture depicted by Cyrus is colorful, Prime Minister Meli, who climbed up from the foreign minister step by step, is a little afraid of the unknown.

He knew very well how terrible the competition between people and the conflict between countries is.

"I thought someone would tell you specifically, but some things are better to see for yourself..." Maybe because he saw that he had just drank, what Cyrus had in front of him was a sobering tea.

"did you mean...?"

"You should know where my father works, right?" Cyrus didn't have any objection to this, and these are all tolerable, "If you are interested, you can go and see...Of course, remember that at night"

Someone who pops up out of nowhere and tells you: 'Magic is real! 'If you don't investigate the background, it's too unreasonable.

It's perfectly reasonable and tolerable, and Cyrus wouldn't be mad at him for being watched, or let it go because of the Prime Minister's distrust, it's a fool's errand.

Speaking of which... Churchill wouldn't have hit Prime Minister Meli on the head with his cane, would he?After all, the former Prime Minister has a lot of strange tempers.

"Why must it be at night?" Prime Minister Meli was a little puzzled, "I haven't admitted this yet..."

"In the process of life, wars will break out because of the demand for energy. For example, amoebas will compete for energy...I sometimes think, if there is enough energy? Then life will think about issues other than conflicts."

Cyrus did not face Prime Minister Mayli's question directly, but it does not mean that he will give up. The British Prime Minister absolutely needs to be wooed.

Whether it is the administrative agency or the gold invested, it is beneficial to Hermione's plan. What Cyrus needs to do is to complete it and make the whole plan reasonable.

"It seems that you pay a lot of attention." Prime Minister Meli glanced sideways, and once again refreshed the image of the boy in his heart. Obviously, the other party's knowledge reserves exceeded his actual age.

"Just a trip to the museum? You seem pretty sure"

The bull-headed and horse-tailed answer hit the point. In the Gulf War from 1990 to 1991, the beginning of the incident revolved around oil.

Britain has no colonies and can only follow the United States. Although it has more resources than France, Italy and other countries, it is still not enough in the international arena.

So this piqued his interest.

Not to mention that magical transformations can replace fuel oil and natural gas, just the wizard's food giant technology is outrageous enough, and it can completely make Britain get rid of food imports, and even export them.

In such a comparison, benefits are only appendages caused by technological development.

"I thought you wizards would just come out of the fireplace"

Prime Minister Melly was quite dissatisfied with the personnel sent by the Ministry of Magic. Those people had arrogance visible to the naked eye. If it wasn't for Cyrus' appearance, he might have formed a stereotype of wizards.

But at the same time, there is also a kind of fear.

Just imagine, a person can bypass the guards and layers of barriers and come into the room at will, which is already terrifying for the head of state!

"So?" Cyrus looked forward to the answer.

"Should I trust you?"

No one can not be curious about the legendary 'magic', every Englishman is familiar with the story of Merlin and Arthur.

"You shouldn't trust people casually, but you can definitely trust me"

This time it was John Mayli's turn to be nervous, his hands on his legs, his trousers clutched at his knees, his usual suit was wrinkled, and his movements made some of the bodyguards nervous.

going or not?

This is a multiple-choice question, but this choice leads to two completely different paths for him: either manage the country honestly and retire at some point; or make another career like he did when he was young.

The Prime Minister looked at the young man in front of him, a little speechless.

And Cyrus was not in a hurry, he just drank his tea quietly, feeling a little sorry for Hermione who was waiting for him outside.

To the Prime Minister, the wizarding world is like the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron leading to Diagon Alley. Cyrus is the one who opens the door. He is a British citizen with a clean background. To the Prime Minister, he is trustworthy. .

"How long?" Merry drank two glasses of wine, then summoned up her courage when she was slightly drunk, but still hesitated.

"within half a month"

Cyrus and the Prime Minister looked at each other, then stood up together, and when they walked to the door, Cyrus looked at each other and said the last sentence, which confirmed the Prime Minister's determination.

"Would you regret years later because you didn't see the magic?"

Prime Minister Meli was stunned. He watched Cyrus walk out and then smiled to himself. In fact, he has been successfully attracted, whether it is future benefits or achievements.

'Since magic is real, I'll consider it an investment,' he thought.

The liaison officer of the Ministry of Magic just got out of the fireplace and walked through the scene. Thinking of the group of arrogant guys, he felt a little angry.

People like Cyrus perfectly fit the Prime Minister's imagination of the group of 'wizards':

Mysterious but not out of the group, intelligent but not arrogant.

Outside, when most of the literati and nobles were talking, they looked at the door intentionally or unintentionally, until they saw the prime minister and the young man walking out having a good conversation, and they were very shocked:

Is he the son of a member of Parliament?Is he a good match?

The current royal family has long been the face of the United Kingdom, and that bit of power is only obtained by investing in some members of parliament, and it is completely incomparable with the prime minister.

Until Hermione strode forward and took Cyrus's arm, the hearts of countless young women and girls were broken.

"It seems that my decision is correct, and it is better to leave the social interaction to you in the future."

Hermione tightly hooked his arms like a demonstration, and pulled him into the dance floor. The purple skirt formed a perfect arc when it spun, and she was extremely happy seeing the jealous eyes of those young ladies.

"Although, it seems like I'm taking care of everything." Cyrus had no resistance to Hermione who took the initiative.

"No~ This is the perfect way to employ people"

Cyrus' height has gradually reached the same level as Hermione's. Fascinated by everyone's envy and exclamation, she couldn't help pointing at the tip of his nose.

"The perfect fit?" she asked.

"Perfect..."

The heads of the two gradually approached, just scratching the surface, but it still made Hermione's heart beat violently. She grabbed the clothes on his back and gently licked the scent of wine left on her body.

In the next second, the two retreated to the entrance of the hall. Although this kind of thing was common to others, Cyrus and Hermione were still very shy.

'Damn it...I just want to go under the ground'

Hermione looked at the free crowds and vehicles on the side of the street, and took a big breath of fresh air.

She made it, it's obvious, and left a lasting memory of a fantastic evening, not just hers, it was a treasure for both of them.

"You're welcome," said Hermione angrily.

Although she was also invited, but not as many as Cyrus, and it wasn't just those young ladies who invited him to dance with him, if he wasn't a log, those young ladies and women would like to swallow Cyrus alive.

"Is there?" Cyrus felt the premonition of the Force, which was very dangerous.

"Hmm~"

"I love you!" He didn't know what to say, the words almost popped out of his mouth suddenly.

Anakin said this to Padmé in front of him every day, and it was right to say it...he believed it.

"Huh? You...don't try to change the subject!" The night covered the strawberry red on Hermione's skin, as if she had just taken a hot bath, her skin was red and hot.

"Go home first!" Cyrus hurriedly called a car.

"Have you peeked at my notebook?" Hermione trotted after him, holding up her skirt, "Cyrus! Don't think I don't know!"

Hermione growled, not at all the ladylike she was before.