The Swiss Federal Council is the highest authority in Switzerland, composed of seven members who collectively exercise the functions of Head of Government and Head of State of Switzerland for a term of four years and no limit on the number of consecutive terms. This is very different from the situation in which the vast majority of countries have a single person as head of State or Government. Each member of the Federal Council is responsible for one of the seven departments. The seven persons will take turns serving the presidency of the federation for a non-renewable term of one year, with the vice-president taking over the presidency the following year. This institution has been enshrined in the Federal Constitution since the founding of Switzerland in 1848. Although the Federal Council has the chairmanship, it is more of an honorary nature. The Federal President is primarily responsible for presiding over all the meetings of the Federal Council and assuming the functions of the Head of State, especially the various ceremonial functions, and does not have any other authority over the other six members of the Federal Council.

As a result, Switzerland is one of the few places in the world where many people at the highest levels of government are aware of the existence of the wizarding world. The committee was not supposed to be re-elected, but a sudden nuclear war interrupted the election. The parliament passed an emergency bill to suspend the elections until the parliament felt that the situation permitted, taking into account the precarious circumstances in which Switzerland finds it unfavourable, and the decision was widely approved by the citizens' assembly.

Until then, their current committee members will continue to carry out their constitutional duties.

In the previous nuclear strike, the Swiss administrative center of Bern was not attacked in any way, but Geneva was reduced to ashes in a nuclear explosion with a 20 million TNT equivalent. Each of them knew in their hearts that this was the seat of the Ministry of Magic. As there were more and more reports of the living dead, fire dragons, and all kinds of strange events in various places, for the first time, they were eager to meet the government of the wizarding world, but the oil paintings that had previously made every minister resentful were silent.

The domestic environment continues to deteriorate, and uniformed units are helpless to deal with these special circumstances.

Late last night, the President of the Federation was holding a videoconference with France, Austria and Spain, because Austria and Spain believed that the nuclear attack came from France, and the French President hoped that Switzerland would be able to organize a meeting to clear up the misunderstanding between the two sides. Halfway through the meeting, he received an invitation to meet with the Provisional Ministry of Magic in Switzerland.

The meeting place was designated by the Ministry of Magic in a private bank on Bahnhofstrasse in Zurich. When the commission's motorcade arrived at Bahnhofstrasse, it was not surprising that the city had lost its former crowds, and that not a single person could be seen on the street, known as the "window of Europe", and the whole country was in a state of panic. The convoy stopped in front of a nondescript bank, which is nothing but a rarity on one of the busiest and most "expensive" streets in the city. More than 200 linden trees are planted on both sides, giving the street a fresh air with a sweet smell.

The chairman looked up and saw that the name of the bank was written in Latin. The store is pitifully small, and it is not surprising that the uninformed person will recognize it as some old watch shop.

"Oliver, just wait here. The chairman said to the leader of the security team.

The group leader was not very reluctant, and it was not uncommon for the committee members to be on the street, in the restaurant or on the tram without any bodyguards when it came to security. But now that anything can happen, but he nodded his head in agreement. Because today's trip itself is very low-key, only he and his colleague Berlier are traveling and are responsible for driving. If they followed the rules of security, the two of them would not be able to take care of the seven commissioners.

The committee members were as serious as a fish.

The interior of this bank is absolutely unique. While most banks usually only use shiny marble or granite for decoration, the walls of this bank are full of intricate and mysterious patterns, as if someone had put a crystal clear blood red on the walls.

A tall, strong man behind the counter looked up at them. He greeted them with a smile.

"Welcome, members," he said politely, "please use the elevator at the other end of the hall." ”

The chairman nodded and asked, "On which floor?"

"101st floor. ”

The chairman believably asked him to repeat that from the outside, it looked like it was only five or six stories high.

"There will be no danger. The guard smiled thoughtfully.

The commissioners walked into the elevator with suspicion.

There was indeed a button in the elevator that led to the 101st floor, and he glanced at his colleague.

"It's not too bad compared to coming out of the fire. ”

The chairman smiled knowingly, yes.

The elevator was barely perceptible, and after a few moments, a crisp beep sounded and the elevator stopped.

The head of the bank had already stood there waiting for them with a smile on his face. He looked very young, with a smile on his face that made it impossible to tell whether it was from the heart or just professional politeness. He wore a neatly ironed velvet suit, which is very rare in Europe, the fabric and craftsmanship came from China, and for many reasons it has long been discontinued.

"Gentlemen," he said, "good evening, come with me, will you?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and strode into a narrow passage.

The commissioners followed along the passage for a few minutes.

"This is it," said the Governor, opening a wooden door carved with a phoenix for them. ”

The commissioners entered and found it empty.

This small room is decorated in a classical style, but there are many discordant elements. Next to the shelves full of Latin books, they are stuffed with fine wines, which are covered with a thin layer of frost that tells visitors that they are no different from being in a wine cellar. Black oak furniture, arranged in a semicircle, there are nine in all, and there is a pot of steaming coffee.

As far as they knew, there were three people present at the Temporary Magic Meeting: the Minister, the Minister's personal advisor, and the bodyguards.

"When is Mr. Minister coming?" the chairman asked.

The inviter arrives later than the invitee, which is rude in every way. But given the generation gap between Muggles and Philosopher's Stones, no one is surprised.

"Soon. The governor motioned for them to take their seats, then turned out the window. Here you can see the whole of Zurich, and he just stares at the night view of the city.

"He's nervous. The Minister of Economy said to the chairman in a whisper.

"I just hope that we can get some good news tonight. ”

Time passed carelessly for a while, and the governor looked at the night outside, and suddenly said, "He's coming." ”

The governor's nervousness became even more evident, and with a slight tremor in his hand, he rearranged his tie, opened the door and walked out.

One of the commissioners left his seat and walked to the window. Seeing a flaming horse-drawn carriage streak across the night sky is disturbing, and it seems to be burning.

A few minutes later, footsteps rang out.

A young man in a white robe strode over. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and the chairman stood up to shake his hand while looking at the young minister.

The man who came called himself Phoenix Peverell.