In fact, although it is often ridiculed in official or private places that a certain Mikhail Mephead is a Siberian echo worm, when the call from Buckingham Palace came, a certain Prime Minister John Roy at 10 Downing Street was also very nervous, took a deep breath, and respectfully picked up the phone, "Hello, this is the Prime Minister's official residence." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"John, is the Hunton District renovation plan approved by the government?" John Roy paused, "Yes, Her Majesty. "Although this project seems to be just an ordinary renovation, it seems that the prime minister should not remember. But the Bunry consortium and the dealings between them are well known to the entire Conservative Party. He didn't know why the queen suddenly asked about it, because the queen had always delegated these small things to the people below to do it.

"Whether the plan was developed and executed in accordance with the provisions of the law. The queen continued. Maybe for other politicians and ordinary people, John Roy still dares to fool around, or change the topic, but in the face of this, he can only honestly admit, "There is indeed a certain problem." ”

There was a silence on the phone, "Be specific." ”

"There is no package for relocation and resettlement. John asked the secretary to find a memorandum from Bunry's development and retrieved the key contents, "Although some housing is provided, it is not affordable at the level of consumption in Hunton." ”

"Not only can't afford it, but only part of it is provided?" the Queen's voice didn't seem to be very good. Now John Roy is already feeling terrible, and he knew that this matter would be noticed by the queen, and even the highest profit would not be so sloppy. "Yes, my Majesty, who offers only twenty percent of the population at a low price. ”

"So, is it really the government's mistake in this matter?" Although she didn't want to offend Xiwen, as the monarch of a country, she couldn't immediately send someone to suppress the government, after all, it was not without people who had purely malicious interference with the government's law enforcement.

John Roy's back was already soaked, and after respectfully waiting for the phone to be disconnected, he immediately stood up and told the secretary: "Call Lamont here at once, and also, find out which councillor went to West Hunton." Prepare the convoy and go to West Hunton. ”

"What's wrong, Roy?" said Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lamont, who got into the car and looked at John Roy, who had a very bad face.

"Fools, those fools went to Hunton for a forced eviction!"

"So what?" asked Lamont, "Is it a fatality? ”

"It would have been better if it had just been killed. "John's strength seems to have been drained from his body," Her Majesty personally followed what was going on there. John Roy shuddered, he remembered the queen's last instruction before hanging up, "If you can't get there within an hour to solve the problem, you and the Conservatives will take the blame." ”

"But why? Why do you pay attention there, the poor old neighborhoods—" Lamont suddenly thought of a possibility, "Is there a British hero who survived World War II being disturbed?"

"How do I know, this time the Perry consortium is dead, they are dead. John's fear of the queen is not mentioned for the time being, but more of the source of the problem, anger at Perry. Soon they will have the revenge of the Prime Minister of the British Empire.

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Looking at the villains and developers who were arrogant in front of them, now being dragged away like dead pigs, and listening to the Prime Minister's apology and Christmas wishes, the simple people cheered with joy. John Roy still stiffened his smile as he saw the blue car next to him, the flagship of the Soviet Siberian specialty, the most advanced one, the only one that existed in Britain, when it was given to the Queen as a birthday present. 、

reminds me that his predecessor, the Iron Lady, had warned him during the handover, some royal secrets. At this moment, looking at the footprints on the front cover of the flagship car, Prime Minister Roy felt as if the footprints had stepped on his face, so he silently increased the punishment level of the Perry Consortium and those villains in his heart.

Not to mention the psychological shadow in the heart of a certain prime minister, Sywin and Will were already standing in front of a ruin, looking at the clinic that had become a ruin, Mr. Granger's fighting spirit seemed to have become a little low, he looked at the corners of the ruins of his familiar props, looked at the dusty sign that fell on the ground, and the body that had been standing upright became a little rickety.

"Mr. Granger, I'm sure the government will fix your clinic now that they've taken care of it. Will reassured.

"Yes, Mr. Granger, maybe you'll wake up tomorrow morning to find Santa Claus giving you a new clinic. Xiwen looked at little Lori, and Hermione also looked at the ruins with red circles, so he couldn't help but say. Mr. Granger seemed to regain his courage, "Yes, when I came here in '85, I didn't have a clinic, and I was able to start from scratch, not to mention that I still have my dear." He looked at Mrs. Granger, who had been standing beside him and supporting him, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

"Come on, Siwen, and this gentleman, I'm sorry to let you see these bad things. Let's have a cup of afternoon tea at home. Mr. Granger invited the two to his home. Will seemed to think of something and asked Siwen in a low voice, who shook his head.

Looking at the puff tower that Siwen brought in, the Granger family was very happy, especially Mr. Granger, which is a French specialty, and the large pastries that are only put out at large festivals and celebrations.

"Little gluttonous cat, this is for you to eat. Siwen rubbed Hermione's long hair and handed her a box of snacks in separate bulk.

Hermione looked at Will as he left, "Isn't that gentleman coming?"

"No, Will still has to go home and arrange the Christmas celebrations, remember what I said about the Christmas invitation, it was Will's family and another friend of mine. ”

"I told my mom and dad before, and they agreed, after all, our family doesn't have any other relatives here to invite - but I don't know, I don't know about today, whether mom and dad are in the mood to go to the Christmas banquet tomorrow. ”

Sitting in the living room of Granger's house, although it is not large, it is well organized and tidy, and it makes people feel very comfortable. "Mr. Will—is he—well—from your side too?" asked Mrs. Granger. She was clearly referring to the wizarding world.

"Not exactly, Will belongs to the kind of idle rich man who drives his own boat around the world when he has nothing to do, and doesn't care much about other things. Sometimes I bring a few friends with me. I guess I was involved in shipping and other things in my spare time. "There's nothing wrong with that, isn't Will wandering around the world in the Flying Dutchman?

Forget your worries, wash away the dust, and welcome a new life, it's Christmas Eve of another year. Sivin sat at the table with Hermione, and with the Grangers, enjoying a table full of emotions, toasting together in laughter.

"Happy Holidays~" "Happy Holidays~" "Cheers~"

It was late at night, and Hermione looked at Siwen with some reluctance, "Are you leaving?" Siwen straightened Hermione's hanging hair, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and go to the Christmas banquet." ”

Speaking of Siwen, he seemed to remember something, and whispered in Hermione's ear with bad intentions, I don't know if it was because his ear was rubbed or because he heard something discordant, little Hermione's face became puffy, and at the same time, his big eyes rolled and glanced at Siwen.

"Good night Hermione. ”

Gently touching the warmth on her forehead, looking at Xiwen, who had left, the girl whispered, "Good night, Xiwen." ”