The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Really? This is great!" Huck felt an unexpected burst of ecstasy.

How can this matter be resolved so that everyone is happy? It's very simple. The person who lost the dog can just bear the cost of finding the dog. But this guy couldn't afford the money, and he was discovered by the media, forming a de facto moral kidnapping of Huck. Huck's refusal to save the dog appears to be too cold. To save the dog would be to use the public for private gain and not to please both ends.

Faced with this dilemma, Tom offers a third option: use magic to solve the problem!

"Please, Tom!"

A difficult matter was solved in a few words.

"It was really dangerous just now. Humphrey almost heard me." Huck recalled Humphrey who had just pushed the door open and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

Tom looked at Huck and was speechless for a while: Huck, you are the nominal leader of the civil servants, how come you are so manipulated?

"Maybe you could put a lock on the door." Tom suggested casually.

Even children know that it is best to lock the door when playing on the computer.

"He has the key," said Huck gloomily.

"You can change the lock." Tom said without thinking.

Huck:!

"Can I really change the locks?" He looked a little at a loss, and then he immediately realized: Of course he can! He is the Prime Minister!

No. 10 Downing Street is technically his residence, and he certainly has the right to change the locks.

"You can ask another civil servant to keep the key, and at the same time optimize the security management regulations, completely cutting off Sir Humphrey's connection with you." Tom offered the second strategy. Aren’t the civil servants united? Then just find a way to divide them.

Hack: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

He couldn't quite understand this set of combos, but he was shocked and felt very powerful. He began to think carefully.

Outside the office door, Humphrey was also asking Bernard about Tom's origins.

"So this is our Prime Minister's... that?" Sir Humphrey stretched out a finger and pointed vaguely at the Prime Minister's Office.

After getting a negative answer, Humphrey fell into thinking.

"He's not an illegitimate child, nor is he a representative of some weird group, nor is he a descendant of any family... Then where does he come from?" Humphrey looked at the closed office door, thoughtfully.

At this time, the man named Lucius whom the old-timer Arnold had met that day appeared in his mind.

"Could he be...!" Humphrey's eyes became sharp as he looked at the office.

This is a visitor from the magical world! A relationship that in the past was only in the hands of the Prime Minister! Civil servants of all generations have tried their best to establish a connection with the Malfoy family, but now this connection is almost broken. But God bless him, he actually got caught by me today!

He must make good use of this opportunity.

So he waited patiently outside the office door. After a long time, Tom finally walked out of the office.

When Tom was about to leave, Humphrey greeted him enthusiastically and expressed that he would invite Tom to try the afternoon tea in Downing Street.

"Of course." Tom was also curious about this civil servant leader, so he walked into the tea room of No. 10 with him.

"Lucius Malfoy." Humphrey suddenly said such a name.

Tom was startled, and then understood - Humphrey really had contact with the magical world.

Looking at Tom's reaction, Humphrey also confirmed that Tom was really from the wizarding world.

However, neither of them was in a hurry to go further, just drinking tea, chatting, and eating snacks.

"So what are you going to do when you become an adult?" Humphrey found a good topic.

"Go to Oxford to study, then graduate with first class honors and become a civil servant." Tom was full of nonsense and said it casually, making Humphrey laugh so hard that he almost burst into tears.

"Very good, but don't go to the wrong school. If you go to London Political Science and Economics, I'm afraid you can only become a minister." He also casually despised Huck's academic qualifications.

"Leave a phone number." Adhering to the concept of coming and going, Tom wrote down Humphrey's phone number. What he did was a casual move, leaving a connection with the British officialdom, which might come in handy at some point.

At this point, his purpose of coming today has been completed. Not only has the relationship with Huck been maintained, but also the relationship with the civil servants has been established, which will make things easier in the future.

As for how to help Huck, he had his own way.

…

There was a chill everywhere on Salisbury Plain after dark. The army of reporters who gathered here during the day, carrying long guns and short cannons, have withdrawn, leaving only a pile of garbage.

Tom took advantage of the night to rush here in the form of a phoenix, hovering over the plain for a while, and finally found the shepherd dog named Benqi next to a tree stump.

The next operation is very simple. Tom swooped down, snatched up the sheepdog, and carried him into the sky. So far, his operation has been a great success.

"You can take it to hand." After landing, Tom grabbed the sheepdog and transformed back into his human form, and successfully found the response person arranged by Huck.

"How did you do that?" The responder looked like he had seen a ghost. "You didn't just go into the minefield, did you?"

"I just have some dog training skills." Tom waved his hand and disappeared into the darkness.

While Tom was busy bonding with Hark in the afternoon, Karkaroff was running for his life.

Karkaroff knew very well who Voldemort was and how powerful he was, so he did not dare to stay any longer and ran all the way from Northern Europe to Japan, with his footprints spanning the entire Eurasian continent.

When he set foot on the territory of the Japanese magic world, he breathed a sigh of relief: he was finally safe.

Facts have proved that [General] is still nostalgic. After understanding his purpose, he specially prepared a safe house for him, and ordered his execution officers to protect him personally, and then provide him with a new identity after the limelight was over.

Karkaroff was relieved and felt like he had a new lease of life - until he opened the door to his safe house.

"Long time no see, my old friend." Voldemort raised his hand and cast a spell, beating the officer next to Karkaroff until he knew whether he was alive or dead. Then he created a rope out of thin air and locked the terrified Karkaroff. .

Behind Voldemort, Death Eaters emerged from the shadows one after another. They formed a circle like they had in Little Hangleton, surrounding Karkaroff and Voldemort.

"Master...man..." Karkaroff wanted to say something, but Voldemort's wand blocked his mouth.

"You may be curious as to why you met here the master you have deserted for many years... I can only say that Lord Voldemort's power is infinite, and there is nothing he can't do... Okay, enough gossip, It's time to pay off the debt!" Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the safe house.