I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 500: Each One Goes Their Own Plan

October 27, 1996, 5 p.m.

Westminster Abbey, London.

As the largest Gothic building in the UK, it is known as one of the three major Gothic churches in Europe along with Notre Dame de Paris in France and St. Petersburg Cathedral in Russia.

When you enter the cathedral, the first thing that catches your eye is the huge Catholic chapel.

The interior is beautifully decorated, with the ribs of the arches densely decorated with carvings, and every detail is meticulously crafted, especially the many funnel-shaped floral decorations hanging from the arch, which add a delicate and mysterious beauty.

The large area of ​​stained glass around is gorgeous and colorful, and the light shines through the stained glass windows, creating a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

The fan-shaped dome roof was decorated with colorful flags with patterns of medieval knights' medals, and under the flags sat diplomats from various European countries.

Everyone looked serious, as if they were waiting for some great trial.

In my ears, the majestic sound of sirens came from far away.

It was a gloomy day, and the cold light of police lights penetrated the solemn air.

Slowly cross Westminster Bridge.

In the distance, the magnificent Houses of Parliament stand on the banks of the Thames, and under Big Ben, the last rays of the former empire are shrouded in dark clouds.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the convoy slowly drove to the front of the church.

Hundreds of people had already gathered here, most of them were reporters from various countries and regions, as well as some protocol staff arranged by the city government.

Due to security reasons, ordinary people are not allowed to come here.

The reporters had bulges on their waists - some were holding cameras, while others were tightly gripping microphones, eager to record every detail.

This is a historic moment that has attracted global attention. The only other time it happened was when Armstrong stepped onto the lunar surface during the last Apollo moon landing.

Everyone wanted to see clearly what the wizard's face looked like.

Is she, as described in bedtime stories, an old witch with faded looks and chickenpox all over her face?

After the police car stopped, the door slowly opened, and a man in prison uniform walked down under the escort of two police officers. His face was clearly captured by the camera and displayed in front of the global audience.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

In an instant, countless flashes of light lit up.

However, to everyone's surprise, the wizard in the camera was not what they imagined. On the contrary, the wizard criminal looked like a middle-aged man with a haggard face and deep fatigue and confusion in his eyes. His hair was a little messy and his beard was thick, making him look a little unkempt. But it was hard to hide his former handsomeness.

This unexpected scene caused an uproar among the crowd and reporters at the scene.

Through the live broadcast on TV, people began to whisper and discuss the true identity of the wizard and the story behind him.

Reporters adjusted their angles one after another, trying to capture more details about this wizard criminal.

The wizard was escorted to the church door by several fully armed police officers with various medals on their chests. His hands were completely locked with some kind of metal sleeves, and his mouth was blocked by some kind of metal mask.

The prison uniform he was wearing was also specially made, more like the straitjackets worn by manic patients in mental hospitals.

My legs can only move in small increments, and I could fall if I walked a little faster.

The wizard was escorted and walked towards the church door with difficulty. Every step seemed extremely heavy.

Although he tried to remain calm, there was a hint of subtle fear in his eyes.

But it was obvious that when his eyes fell on the Muggle policeman beside him, they revealed a strong disdain.

From this we can see that what he feared was not the Muggles, but someone else.

The solemn atmosphere inside the church is breathtaking.

The judge and jury were already seated, awaiting the wizard's arrival.

Because of the straitjacket, the wizard walked very slowly.

It was a short journey and he finally reached the end after a few minutes.

When he appeared in the auditorium, the whole place fell silent, and everyone was staring at him.

The judge spoke first.

As a standard procedure of the court, the first step is naturally to verify the identity information.

"Jacob Levi," the nearly seventy-year-old chief justice said in a heavy voice.

But——just as he was about to say the next sentence.

Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the cathedral's stained glass was completely shattered.

Then, a cloud of black fog rushed in.

Accompanied by some perverse laughter.

A ball of green light came out and hit the wizard named Jacob Levi directly.

"Avada Kedavra--"

Not even a scream came out.

Like a lamp without power, the empty shell without soul fell to the ground.

In the black fog, the figure of the Death Eater emerged.

If there were any wizards present, they would have recognized him at a glance - Amycus Carrow, one of Voldemort's loyal lackeys.

He and his sister Alecto Carrow committed many bloody terrors during the First Wizarding War and were the most wanted criminals hunted by the Ministry of Magic.

He looked around perversely.

His eyes were full of cruelty and madness.

With a slight wave of the magic wand in his hand, several spells were cast.

It hit directly the Muggle police officer who was escorting Jacob Levi.

Then he walked past them and approached the representatives from various countries.

In front of him, the Armor Spell blocked the bullets from the task force that rushed into the auditorium.

The bullet seemed to be stuck in the mud and stopped a few inches in front of Amycus.

He stared at the Muggle army, which looked like clowns to him, with a crazy smile on his face.

Perhaps he was thinking about how he should kill these people.

"boom--"

Suddenly, behind him, a silver bullet pierced through Amycus's eyebrows.

The blood reflects the rotating bullet, flashing with industrial beauty.

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Amycus's expression was as if someone had pressed the pause button.

He fell to the ground in silence.

The pupil looked behind him.

He couldn't understand why - why those Muggles who were obviously petrified by him would break free from their restraints.

The moment his sight disappeared.

He seemed to see the policeman behind him, and one of the medals on his chest suddenly broke, and the debris fell to the ground.

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Let’s go back to the previous day, October 26th, at nine o’clock in the morning.

Prime Minister's Office.

Mr. Harker was asking about his plans for the day.

"Bernard, who am I meeting this afternoon?"

Mr. Bernard slightly opened the file in his hand and replied: "Um--the Suffragettes, the British Federation of Women's Institutions, the London Working Men's Association, the Home Secretary, uh--and the Leader of the Conservative Party."

"Can we get those three associations to come together?" Mr. Harker pointed to his watch and said with great effort: "Compress the time, Bernard!"

"Of course no problem, Mr. Prime Minister." Bernard slowly smiled and dialed the phone at hand.

"So in the morning--"

As he was speaking, there was a knock on the office door.

In comes Sir Humphrey, the Cabinet Secretary.

He held a heavy document in his hands and walked to the desk in a listless state.

"What's the matter, Humphrey? You look like you've just been beaten up."

<divclass="contentadv">The Prime Minister said happily that he certainly knew the reason.

That Ming Dynasty diplomat was really good at talking. It was the first time that Humphrey was defeated in words, especially since the other party spoke in English.

This undoubtedly beat him up, and used the weapon he was most familiar with.

Sir Humphrey straightened his face and once again displayed his English gentleman style.

"They were not gentlemanly at all and would not budge on the price difference of a few pounds."

"We almost had a fight with the Foreign Minister at the negotiation table. As a senior civil servant, I..." He put the documents in his hand on the table.

"After all, we are at a disadvantage?" Mr. Harker stopped Sir Humphrey from making further excuses with just one sentence.

Indeed—he suffered a great loss.

In this negotiation, Britain not only lost billions of dollars, but also lost some technical data.

What they got in return were just some unverified "Dark Arts Defense Items."

And the number is extremely rare.

From the moment the negotiations began, Sir Humphrey felt that he had been taken advantage of.

"Strictly speaking, we are not at a disadvantage—" Mr. Hake paused. As an official, he has a longer-term vision than these civil servants. "Billions in exchange for the information and items of a brand new world. If we were to do this deal, we would never make it so easy. The price would at least be several times higher."

"Have all the things been delivered?"

"MI5 receiving it."

"Good," said Mr. Harker.

"Sir, I don't understand why we don't cooperate with Kingsley and the others?" Bernard spoke appropriately and asked the doubts in his heart.

Before this, they had contacted the wizards under Kingsley. Although the other party refused, business after all - it was about testing the other party's bottom line through repeated tugs of war. Bernard didn't understand why they gave up after just one test.

"Bernard..." Sir Humphrey pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at the little angel Bernard. "What do you think is the most critical thing about this operation?"

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Bernard rolled his eyes around, and after a while he tentatively uttered a word, "Secret?"

"So who should we keep this secret from?"

"Our enemy?"

"Oh - Bernard," said Sir Humphrey with a stern voice, "of course not. Nato news reaches the Kremlin much faster than Number 10.

To the British, of course.”

"British?" Bernard was stunned for a moment, looking surprised.

"British wizards!" Sir Humphrey added. "Although we don't think so.

No one would think so.

The dark wizard who stirred up so much trouble seemed to be born in England, according to the public perception - without any evidence.

"That's a good word, Humphrey," the Prime Minister praised.

"Thank you." Humphrey smiled and nodded towards the Prime Minister.

"So, we have to keep this a secret from the British wizards?"

"Of course - most of the wizards in this country are servants of that man. Can you guarantee that the wizards who contact us will not leak the secrets?"

"What about us inside? I mean, wizards have so many magical methods. If someone's mouth is pried open and the tongue is grabbed..." Bernard made a gesture of being hanged and sticking out the tongue.

"Okay, Bernard, thank you for your wonderful performance." Humphrey glanced at him, then turned his gaze to Prime Minister Harker. "So MI5 has divided this operation into several parts, and each department is only responsible for one part. No one will know the complete plan, not even the Prime Minister. The only planner is sorry, I don't know who he is."