Marvel World 2003, London, the capital of the United Kingdom.

The gentle breeze from the River Thames seems to blow away the dryness of Westminster, and the drizzle is particularly refreshing.

Cameron Brown, who is only 40 years old, smugly waved to the cheering supporters around him.

As the youngest British Labour Prime Minister in the history of the United Kingdom in the Marvel world for nearly 200 years, he was able to break through the encirclement and win the election, naturally he has his proud capital, not to mention that he has a master's degree from a world-renowned university, excellent and sharp speech eloquence, and enterprising policy, that is, under the black hair, the handsome and stable appearance of the middle-aged uncle, among female voters, he has added a lot of points.

Many staff members drove to Downing Street around Cameron, and looked at the black solemn door with this lion's head knock knocker and white Arabic numeral "10" in front of him, Cameron's mood also became heavy.

Cameron knew that after walking through this door, he would no longer be the leader of the parliamentary opposition who stared at the previous ruling party all day long, but the head of the British government who was provoked by others.

But no matter what, during my tenure, I will finally give the citizens a satisfactory answer!

Cameron's eyes were filled with determination, and he walked steadily into the centuries-old building.

After a brief meeting with the new cabinet members, Cameron arrived in the prime minister's private office, sat in the mahogany chair, which was said to be hundreds of years old, nodded slightly, and his entourage gently closed the door to the office.

Behind the door of the office is a large oil painting nearly one meter high, against the background of the ancient castle, in the dim sky, dark clouds and thunder surround all directions, a majesty with a hint of gloom rushing to the face・・・・・

Cameron frowned, remembering some of the top British secrets that Her Majesty had told him during his audience with Elizabeth V.

In the past three years, the frequency of some strange and terrifying news frequently exposed in various European countries has been more than in the past 100 years.

"No, we really have those legendary characters in England!"

He walked to the large oil painting with some hesitation, and the pungent smell of ink made him feel that it seemed to be a brand new oil painting, but in fact, as far as he knew, this oil painting had been hanging here hundreds of years ago when No. 10 Downing Street had just become the Prime Minister's official residence.

He gently raised his hands and gently tapped the frame of the oil painting in front of him a dozen times according to the rhythm of the queen in his memory.

At the moment when Cameron finished striking the last blow, the scene in the oil painting in front of him surged and spun like a 3D animation.

He took 3 or 4 steps back in horror, but as a man who could stand at the top of millions in Britain, he quickly calmed down.

The scene in the painting continues to rotate, and as time passes, it rotates faster and faster. Finally, in the midst of the picture, which had turned into a black shadow due to the rapid rotation, a bottomless hole suddenly appeared.

"Bang!" There was a soft thud.

A round Humpty Dumpty man with a pointed hat "rolls" out of the hole in the oil painting with a slight comical twist.

On the round fat face, the small eyes blinked in confusion, and when he saw Cameron who was stunned in front of him, he finally reacted.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister Cameron, hello."

"Reed Lyle, as in your term, is the British Minister of Magic."

His friendly outstretched right hand, on the black formal mage robe with silver trim, and his round fat face brought him a lot of affinity.

What a hassle these elected heads of government! It will change every 4 years!

Reed looked at the somewhat sluggish prime minister in front of him, and reluctantly took out his staff-shaped magic book and released a secondary tranquilizer.

Fortunately, with Her Majesty's reminder before, and with Reed's calming magic, Cameron finally came to his senses.

Two big hands clasped together.

"Hello, Lord Reed, it's an honor to meet a legendary figure like you."

"Your Majesty asked me to start contacting you when I take office, can you tell me what our government can do for you?"

He asked, steady. Then, motioning for Reed to sit in the guest-only chair next to him.

"Of course, Your Excellency Prime Minister, we have had a very pleasant time working with the previous Lord Black [the former Prime Minister]."

"This is a detailed introduction to our wizarding world, and I think you should take a look at it first."

Reed smiled and handed over a sheepskin scroll that shone with the purple-silver magical light.

Cameron took the scroll, only to find that a plan called "Return to Glory" had already entered his mind the moment he took the scroll.

After a brief glance, he looked up in shock.

"Mr. Cameron, you should think about it, shouldn't you?"

Reed's chubby face with a mysterious smile.

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The town of Dalaran, whose population has expanded dramatically, had nearly 20w residents as early as half a year ago, that is, in 2002 at Marvel World.

Last month, a full member of the Magical Council proposed to upgrade Dalaran from a town to a city, and it is said that this resolution was passed by a large majority in the formal meeting of the Magical Council, after being endorsed by the esteemed Executive Councillors.

All kinds of strange-shaped magic flying machines are rapidly shuttling in the fixed Rubik's Cube loop in the air. On the far right of the central square of Dalaran is a marble Gothic building tens of meters high. Hanging on it is a line of text composed of tiny magical runes - "European Magical Parliament".

A small group of official mages in pure black mage robes, led by a silver-rimmed black-robed short and fat mage, rode the Alchemist Guild's latest small magic flying machine, the "Light Wheel 2000" magic broom, and landed on the "parking lot" in front of the council hall.

Several young gray-robed mage apprentices who had been waiting for a long time greeted them.

First, he stroked his chest and performed a mage salute, and then respectfully took these black-robed formal mage flying tools and retreated to the back.

"Reed, hurry up, Chairman Edwin and Councilor Toby have arrived!"

"I heard that His Excellency Executive Councillor Godric will be here in a moment!"

At this time, a tall and thin middle-aged man with white hair dressed in a pure black mage robe ran out of the hall in a hurry.

Suddenly, he saw the silver trim on Master Reed's robe, and he was stunned for a moment, then stopped.

"But it's only been half a month, and you've broken through to become a mid-level formal mage?"

"Of course! Tusk. ”

There was a hint of pride in Reed's voice. What is a mid-level formal mage, that is, he can fill the magic pool in the sea of knowledge with magic power, hold the magic book, and "Tutu Tu Tu" in one breath! "The existence of ten or eight formal level magic in a row is not too tiring, compared to those beginner formal mages who put two or three formal spells and the magic pool wilted, it is undoubtedly the difference in strength between one with a micro charge and one with a pistol.

"Alright! You good luck fat man! Let's go, this month's regular board meeting is about to begin! ”

Tusk spoke with a hint of envy.

"Haha! So what are you waiting for! ”

The full name of the Council is the "Association for the Management of Everyday Things in the Wizarding World", and for the wizarding community, it is the equivalent of the government of the Muggle world, with several people nominated directly by the executive councillors and then elected by the regular councillors. (The power of the executive councillor shows that the official councillor can only choose from the list of candidates nominated by the executive councillor, and the choice is made by the cronies of the executive councillor.) ）

Reed's fat ass sat in a somewhat narrow chair in the council room.

The main seat in front of the conference hall was still empty, and it was clear that Executive Councillor Godric had not yet arrived.

On both sides of the main seat, dozens of official mages of the "Golden Dawn" and the "Silver Star Order" were seated. At the top of the two sides are the current leaders of the two factions, high-level formal mages in gold-rimmed black robes, Toby Elliott and Edwin Lucifer, who have condensed the magic of the sea into a viscous mercury-like viscousness.

At this time, Toby is no longer as young as an apprentice a few years ago, and the handsome face of this 21-year-old little fresh meat is full of stability and seriousness that does not match his age.

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