I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 499 Three Hours

"Where's that chatterbox?" Tonks asked through gritted teeth.

"We are out of manpower." Kingsley said in a deep voice, "Lee Jordan, you will patrol independently. If you encounter anyone suspicious, you must not attack them. Return to the department immediately to report your location and request support. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Kingsley was, of course, worried that something might happen to Lee Jordan.

After all, he conducted his own interview.

All I can say is that he is exactly like a traditional Gryffindor, with a reckless nature, good strength, but easily deceived.

This mission is a test. If he can get through it safely, he will not be far from becoming an official Auror.

After the order was given, Kingsley disappeared from the spot with a "puff".

When he appeared again, a church suddenly appeared around him.

That is Westminster Abbey, one of the most famous churches in the UK.

It is an important occasion for the queen and king to hold weddings and funerals.

In a residential building just one block away from the church.

Kingsley stood at the window looking downstairs.

"Does the Muggle Prime Minister need any more help?"

Behind him, Bill came over.

Furong followed him.

"No need." Kingsley frowned, staring at the Muggle police patrolling the streets, as well as the astonishing number of reporters and civilians.

Too many people.

If an accident occurs

"Lupin led a special operations team of the Federation to provide personal protection. Tonks's ability allows her to hide in the dark, so we have a double layer of protection."

"Where are the representatives from other European countries?" Bill asked again.

"Moody will be in charge of the command himself. Sirius and the Aurors from Germany, France, Switzerland and Denmark will be responsible for the protection throughout the process."

"Um..." Bill responded, and then said, "What about Buckingham Palace? The Queen's side."

"The court magician is responsible for protection."

"Court magician?" Bill was stunned. "I've never heard of it."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it." Kingsley said lightly, "It's a pure-blood wizard family with a long bloodline. They have been hiding around the king for generations, responsible for protecting them secretly. Speaking of which, they are also somewhat related to your family."

"Our family?"

"They are all Celtic wizards."

"Well. Does it look like London is impregnable?" Bill's stern expression relaxed a little.

"It looks like it," Kingsley said. "But I'm sure there's a loophole."

"The Muggles were very abnormal this time. This was a complete provocation to the Death Eaters. I have no idea why they did this. The Muggle Prime Minister is full of lies, and his level of greasiness is several times that of Fudge. He rejected almost all of my proposals."

"All officials are the same," Bill sneered, and at this moment, the door behind them opened.

The person who arrived was an old acquaintance of theirs.

He was also the commander-in-chief of this London operation.

Theseus Scamander.

And some members of the predecessor of the Order of the Phoenix, the organization established by Dumbledore to fight against Grindelwald.

Tina Goldstein and her sister Queenie Goldstein.

The former is Newt's wife, a former Auror of the Magical Congress of the United States, and the latter is the American sweetheart who married the Chosen No-Maj, a natural Legilimency master. Queenie can easily enter (without her control) other people's minds and read their thoughts, and is more likely to spy on them when they are in a low mood.

She was the one who found more than half of the "lurkers" in the United States last year.

Queenie played an indispensable role in the Magical Congress's rapid recovery.

Of course, things in North America are still in chaos, but it is much better than the previous hell on earth.

Kingsley shook hands with each visitor in turn.

When facing Queenie, his mind unconsciously became highly concentrated.

After all, he was born with the ability of Legilimency, and he didn't want his thoughts to be seen by others.

Of course, Kingsley still showed the proper respect to this nearly 100-year-old man.

However, when he saw Queenie in person, he found that she was not in good condition and looked very depressed.

"Didn't you get enough rest, ma'am?" Kingsley asked softly, his tone full of concern.

Queenie looked up at Kingsley, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She shook her head gently, as if trying to dispel those bad emotions, but ultimately failed.

"I... I'm fine." Queenie's voice trembled a little. She tried hard to stay calm, but it was obviously not easy.

Theseus Scamander noticed the conversation between the two, he walked over and patted Queenie on the shoulder.

Being able to peer into other people's minds is not a great ability.

People are complicated, and not all thoughts are good.

Especially the group of monsters called "Pretenders".

Peering into their thoughts is like watching a disgusting horror movie.

She has seen so many thoughts of "Pretenders" and has not collapsed yet, which makes her very strong.

"Queenie, you need to rest." Theseus' voice was gentle but firm. "Leave the things here to us. You go find a quiet place and adjust yourself."

Queenie seemed to want to say something when she heard this, but in the end she just nodded slightly and turned to walk to the next room. Kingsley looked at her leaving back, and an inexplicable worry surged in his heart.

He knew that the importance of this London operation was self-evident, and Queenie's condition undoubtedly added a hint of uncertainty to the entire operation.

Theseus looked at his old friend's departing back. He took a deep breath and turned around again, his face becoming serious again.

“So the plans went ahead.”

"Yeah." Kingsley nodded, "But I always feel uneasy in my heart."

"Normal," said Theseus. "There is no perfect plan. We need to adapt to circumstances."

"Spread out all our forces. We need to have our people on every street and every tall building in Westminster."

"clear."

"The time is set at three o'clock in the afternoon." Theseus continued, "At three o'clock, take action at the same time and arrest all the strange wizards on the streets.

Let’s catch him first. The minister will have to worry about what happens next. Our only responsibility is to prevent any trouble.”

"it is good."

"Where's the dark wizard?"

"Dark wizard?" Kingsley was stunned, then immediately realized that Theseus was talking about the dark wizard prisoner captured by Muggles.

He shook his head, a helpless look on his face. "We don't know. Not only do we not know, but the Muggle Prime Minister also doesn't know where the person is. Their army is solely responsible for this matter and keeps it secret from everyone. The Prime Minister will only be notified when the person arrives."

"Strict." Theseus spat out a word, "It's much better than the structure of the Ministry of Magic."

"Although this will cause some trouble for us, it will also be trouble for the Death Eaters."

"Calculate the time—" Theseus looked up at the clock on the wall, "Twelve o'clock."

"According to tradition, the Muggles will host a luncheon for the representatives of various countries, and they will not start heading to the special court until half past one or two o'clock."

"I'm going to go out and take a look around," said Kingsley.

"it is good."

After Theseus responded, Kingsley disappeared from the spot the next second.

——Noon, half past one.

In an unknown neighborhood in London, Winston Nome was sitting in an Italian restaurant enjoying lunch with his fellow Saint Kent Nome.

Opposite them was a young girl.

Garona Nome.

Staff member of the Department of Mysteries at the Italian Ministry of Magic.

She has brilliant blonde hair and light green eyes. Of course, the first thing people notice is always her left eye. Like Moody, it is a magic eye.

"It's really a storm in London now," said Winston, looking out the window.

The shadow of war hangs over the city.

Even an ordinary Muggle would have sensed the sticky, suffocating pressure in the air today.

"What instructions does the mentor have?" Garona said as she took a bite of the Italian pizza in her hand.

"No. She's been busy with French and German affairs all this time."

"But..." Winston whispered, "I heard that the French government may have reached a cooperation with a certain magical force, but it is not the French Ministry of Magic."

"You work in the Ministry of Magic, but you still don't know which force it is?" Kent raised his left prosthetic hand, put a piece of pizza and said.

"The other party has great power." Winston frowned slightly, "and it's not a wizard who is leading it."

"Not a wizard? Could it be a Muggle?" Kent looked at him.

"I seriously doubt it."

"But if it's Muggles, which Muggles have the energy to support a country?" Kent asked again.

"Unless that Muggle has the backing of a magical world that is no weaker than that of France." Winston frowned.

"Could it be..." Garona looked at the two people opposite her.

The other party also returned a similar look.

Obviously they all guessed who was behind it.

"Why are they doing this?" Kent looked puzzled. "For thousands of years, they have never displayed their energy so frequently. Do they want to change the order of the magical world based on the Federation?"

"Not necessarily!" said Winston, and he suddenly remembered what the old friend had told him before he left during his summer vacation in Australia.

————They are worried about the chaotic situation in Europe, which has seriously affected their business activities.

At that time, Winston didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence.

but now……

Immediately, he told the two people around him his guess.

"Just for the trade route?"

"There must be another reason." Kent didn't believe the lame excuse at all.

“Maybe it has something to do with the Outer Gods or ancient magic,” Winston guessed.

"They want to intervene?" Garona asked hurriedly. As the best young generation in the Saints Organization, they knew more about that country than most wizards in Europe. They knew that if they got involved, everything about the Outer Gods and ancient magic would become more complicated, and all previous plans might be invalidated. "Are we going to fight against them?"

"No—" Winston affirmed.

"Master and Dumbledore agree on the Outer Gods and ancient magic."

"The only variable is that all the ancient magic powers are controlled by one person, which may cause them to be alert or even panic."

"So they're so involved in European affairs because of unity?" Kent said.

"That's possible. You know people over there always like to make two or even three preparations. Didn't Miss Zhang go to Hogwarts?"

"Hmph - I really hate dealing with these smart people. They have too many complicated minds. Can't they just be straightforward?

Everyone puts their needs on the table and then takes what they need. Isn’t that better?”

Listening to Kent's complaints, Winston laughed: "Because we are human beings! Human beings are such creatures."

"Okay. Time is running out. Let's go."

Winston stood up and said bluntly.

"I have a feeling that what happens in the next hour will completely change the world."

"Otherwise the mentor wouldn't have sent us here." Garona stood up and said.

On the electronic clock on the wall, the red digital time is ticking.

- 14:00

Westminster Abbey.

The British set up a special court here, and its purpose is self-evident.

As the British diplomat said, the trial of witches is the business of the Holy See, and the British government should not pay compensation for the unrest caused by witches.

Now—this really is a church.

And it is a church with ancestral tablets.

The hustle and bustle of the past was gone on the road, and there were traces of armored vehicles everywhere. The soldiers were closely monitoring everything.

"As you can see, the security level this time is unprecedented. This trial, which is scheduled to be held at three o'clock in the afternoon, is not only a verdict of one world against another world's criminals, but also a gathering of the most powerful leaders in the world." BBC breaking news, broadcast on every radio and television in London.

The constant flying of armed helicopters, the occasional flash of soldiers on guard on the buildings, and the sound of sirens on the streets all added a sense of solemnity to the air.

"Today, diplomats from various countries are coming to France, Germany, Italy, Russia, Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, Belgium, Austria, Poland."

"Let's look at today's weather. Today, the whole of London is overcast, but it will be a cloudy day. Meteorologists claim that there are few condensation nuclei in the air, so it is unlikely to rain in London."

At least tens of thousands of people gathered near Westminster Abbey. The people and reporters passing by were waving the flags of the United Kingdom, the European Union, and other European countries, and the noise was heard one after another.

In other places.

For example, Somerset House, a huge Tudor palace, is where helicopters of diplomats from various countries take off and land.

These important locations naturally also gather a large group of reporters.

"Oh! Look everyone, the helicopter that just flew over Somerset House is the German Chancellor's car." In front of the roadside of Somerset House, a host was holding a microphone, and the camera was looking towards the sky. The roar in the air was clearly transmitted through the host's microphone to the ears of every citizen watching the live broadcast.

The helicopter drew a beautiful arc in the air, circled several times above Somerset House, then slowly began to sink and finally disappeared from the camera.