Hogwarts Homecoming

"It's you!"

The Prime Minister jumped out of his chair before he realized what he was doing!

Although he consciously wanted to maintain his authority in front of the two high-ranking figures from an alternative group hidden among the public, he could not help but angrily rebuke with a livid face.

"You did all this, oh, this is so unfair!

I've been worrying about this for a whole week!

Why do you need me to explain to reporters endlessly when you cause trouble? My government did not test nuclear weapons underground in London, and the behemoth in the Far East did not send bombers and torrents of steel to Britain!

you you”

The Prime Minister was panting;

"You should stand up and take responsibility!"

Amosta and Amelia looked at each other.

"Do you really need us to step up and explain everything to your people?"

Amosta spoke softly;

"With all due respect, although I personally have reservations about the policy that wizards in various countries have implemented for centuries, which is to completely separate the wizarding world from the Muggle world.

But I think we can all agree that if you rashly open up the magical world to your people, I'm afraid it will cause even greater chaos. "

Uh--

The Prime Minister was speechless, and after a moment, he sat back on the sofa dejectedly.

The vice-chairman is right. I am afraid that the behemoth from the Far East will really bring the torrent of steel to the suburbs of London, and the riots caused will not make people know that magic really exists in this world!

"Then, Mr. Prime Minister——"

Amelia glanced at the antique clock in the corner, then looked at the Prime Minister seriously,

"Can I assume that you have fully accepted the existence of the wizarding world and fully realized the harm that the existence of Voldemort, the most evil wizard in history, has brought to my two worlds?"

"What kind of trouble has he caused?"

The Prime Minister suddenly raised his head, looked at Amelia and said abruptly,

"You just said that the black terrorist named Voldemort has caused many vicious incidents in the UK. What are they?"

"In 1972, the small town of Caobis in northeastern Yorkshire experienced a mudslide caused by a flash flood. The entire town was submerged, and more than 3,000 people died unfortunately;"

Amosta gently shook the wine glass, stared at the yellow wine, and quietly recalled,

“In 1973, in Derbyshire in the middle of the country, a small-scale earthquake caused the small town of Pummelier to fall into ruptures, causing more than a thousand casualties;

In 1975, Robandika in Suffolk County was lifted into the sky by a typhoon, and no residents or livestock survived;

The Lancashire Explosion of 1976;

In 1977, a sudden tsunami on the south coast of Worthing took away more than 5,000 people;"

As one thing after another came out of Amosta's mouth, veins popped up on the Prime Minister's forehead, and his face became darker and darker!

"Enough!"

The Prime Minister gritted his teeth and said,

"I understand who this person named Voldemort is!"

The Prime Minister was breathing rapidly, his chest was bulging high, and he had the urge to smash the wine glass in front of him to the ground!

Each of the misfortunes mentioned by the vice chairman in an understatement resulted in extremely bad consequences and huge casualties and property losses. Any one of them during his term would be enough for him and his government to drink!

It was completely unexpected that these disasters were not caused by the capricious nature, but actually by humans!

"Please do your best!"

The Prime Minister squeezed out a sound through his teeth,

"Let's finish off that man named Voldemort as soon as possible!"

"Dear Prime Minister——"

Amosta's tone remained gentle;

"For the past thirty years, those righteous wizards have been working hard for this. The sacrifices of wizards are much more than that of Muggles. But I want you to understand that dismantling his power is not a simple matter. We still need some time--"

"Some time."

The Prime Minister is about to collapse;

"Well, I hope those reporters and my constituents will be a little more tolerant!"

"Now that you understand the situation, let's keep it short, Prime Minister--"

Amelia said sternly,

"We are here for two things today. The first is that the Ministry of Magic needs to place some people around you. Out of courtesy, we think we should inform you in advance."

"Place in help!"

The Prime Minister jumped to his feet for the second time tonight. He was shocked and angry.

"Why?!"

"Of course it's to protect you--"

Amelia said solemnly,

"As the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, if you are struck by the Imperius Curse, Muggles will suffer. Therefore, the Ministry of Magic has the obligation to protect your safety."

"The Imperius Curse"

The Prime Minister shuddered. Judging from the name, it didn't seem like a good spell.

"This spell can control people's minds. Once you are under the Imperius Curse, even if the person who cast the spell orders you to detonate a nuclear bomb in London, you will not hesitate to do it-"

Amosta also restrained his freehand expression slightly and said solemnly,

"What's worse is that this spell is not too difficult to learn. Even a teenage wizard can use it with style after practicing it a few times.

Therefore, we must be on guard against not only Voldemort and his minions, but also some anti-social people whose evil intentions have increased due to the destruction of the order of the magical world. It is very important to protect you from being threatened or harmed by magical people. It’s necessary—”

Bang--

He didn’t hesitate to detonate a nuclear bomb in London.

The Prime Minister looked ashen, as if he were mourning for his heir, and slumped on the sofa again.

"You seem to have no objections to this point, so let's talk about the second thing-"

Amosta took over the right to speak and looked at the Prime Minister calmly.

"No one can say what the current war between the righteous people in the wizarding world and Voldemort will eventually turn into. For example, the dark magic forces in Europe and the Ministry of Magic of various countries are at war in the streets of London."

Ahem!

The Prime Minister's pale face suddenly turned red and he began to cough violently.

"I-I'm fine."

The Prime Minister covered his heart with one hand, took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit with the other hand and covered his mouth with a painful expression.

"Can I provide some help?"

Amosta asked very thoughtfully,

"There is some magic that can ease your pain."

"No need!"

The Prime Minister waved his hand vigorously,

"I-I'm fine, you can-continue, Chairman Blaine!"

"Okay, then let's assume that the situation I just mentioned really happens, and the decisive battle of the entire European wizarding world takes place in London--"

Amosta said,

"If we don't prepare in advance, in that case, due to the advanced technology of Muggles, it will be inevitable for the wizarding world to be exposed to the whole world. In order to prevent this bad situation from happening-"

Amosta paused for a moment,

"The Ministry of Magic intends to build a magical ward around London from now on.

When the war in the magical world breaks out, activate the barrier immediately. By then, the city of London will be stripped away. Before the end of the war, all means of interaction between you and the outside world will be cut off. This will also make it easier for the Ministry of Magic to clean up the memories of London residents. , of course, London residents may feel panicked during the quarantine period."

Maybe panicking?

The Prime Minister looked numb.

"That's the way it is--"

Amelia stood up;

"The person sent by the Ministry of Magic to protect you will be on duty tomorrow. You don't have to worry about arranging a position for him. The wizard can handle it all by himself-"

I can arrange a position for myself without me having to worry about it. Oh, this is so considerate.

The Prime Minister was thinking vaguely, and it was not until the two people who came to visit him unexpectedly planned to walk into the fireplace again that the Prime Minister came back to his senses.

"Wait, you two!"

the Prime Minister shouted.

Looking back, Amosta looked at the desperate Prime Minister beside the sofa.

"Anything else, Mr. Prime Minister?"

"For God's sake!"

The Prime Minister gasped and shouted as if he was breaking down,

"Let that Voldemort be finished as soon as possible, okay!"

Amosta and Amelia exchanged glances, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly. They nodded slightly towards the most 'highly powerful' man in Britain.

"Yes, Prime Minister--"

wizard magic

Only the Prime Minister's office was silent again, except for the soft crackling of embers in the fireplace from time to time.

The Prime Minister stared at the flickering flame in the fireplace, his expression changing constantly.

"More than sixty thousand wizards. I don't believe it——"

The Prime Minister's breathing gradually became disordered. Suddenly, he rushed to his desk, picked up a phone, and called

"Bernard, let Humphrey come to see me, immediately!!!" (End of Chapter)