Prologue, the undercurrent of Hogwarts Castle

Outside Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom

In spring, the Scottish Highlands are a storied and epic landscape: grey and lush mountains, lush forests, clear and gentle streams, and intimate green meadows...... It makes for an unforgettable picture.

Flocks of goats, jumping and galloping on steep mountain roads, often followed by a tall shepherd dog; At the bottom of the deep valley, there are quiet lakes as blue as jewels, as well as elegant towns by the lake...... Everything is so dreamlike, like a fairyland.

An ancient castle with a fairy tale and exquisite appearance stands on a hill by the lake, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with pleasant scenery. Against the backdrop of the vast distant mountains and vast fields, although there is a slight sense of oppression, it is more of a magnificent magnificence.

However, in the midst of this majestic beauty, on top of the towers of this magnificent castle, a dejected meeting was taking place.

-- It was a rather luxurious meeting room, impeccably furnished, with a general style tending to be flamboyant, and everywhere it was resplendent with gold: the dark hardwood furniture, with a slight flush on the elaborate black lacquer, made it feel heavy and luxurious; It is surrounded by rococo-style gem-encrusted gold and silver vessels, intricately patterned Greek faience and Chinese porcelain, and brass globes that glow luxuriously in the sun. The black velvet curtains and the purple-edged printed tablecloth are solemn and bright; There are also gold-plated reliefs, window lattices and chandeliers. Together with the bright afternoon sun, it creates a hazy flowing mist of light.

However, at this very moment, more than a dozen men and women in black robes. But his face was full of decadence and he gathered in this palatial room. Piles of whiskey, brandy, and vodka bottles were messily laid out on long conference tables, as well as some grilled fish and chips to serve with alcohol. The floor and walls were covered with stains of unknown origin, and the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol was in the air, and the smell was disgusting.

A large LCD TV on the wall is playing a news program. Inside the screen, the political leader of the Scottish independence movement, Willy. Stein, wearing a traditional Scottish plaid dress. To the accompaniment of Scottish bagpipes, he waved his fist and shouted to his supporters:

“…… Dear fellow Scottish! Westminster (the address and code name of the British Parliament) has introduced new regulations. Jihua cuts education spending, pensions, relief payments, and subsidies to backward areas, citing the fact that the treasury is running out of money! But this country does not need to raise a large fleet now, the army has fewer tanks than generals, and we pay so many taxes every year. Where have they gone? The money was not pocketed by the civil servants in London. It is to be secretly taken to fight for the interests of the Israelis, the oil companies and the military-industrial complex!

But when we want to get back a little of our own money and give back to our poor or middle class, we have to look at the eyes of these English politicians! They blatantly stole the money and borrowed for the sake of their 'friends' in the financial and business worlds. Then the 'friend' gave them some kickbacks and arranged some beauty ...... Oh, and by the way, there's also a huge 'interest payment' to international banks......

Think back. What has the government of Westminster brought to our people in recent years? I only saw a depressed economy. Endless tax hikes, stupid multicultural policies, allowing blacks, Eastern European immigrants and North African infidels to encroach on our country, nothing but kowtowing to the Jews of the White House and Wall Street, and plundering Scotland's precious resources!

Friends! Those shameless thieves and robbers have been in council for too long, and it's time to rectify it all!

The authorities in Westminster Dog Day collect taxes everywhere, road tax, oil tax, alcohol tax, tobacco tax, food tax, gas tax, electricity tax, war tax, family tax! Then they privatized all the industries that could make money, and their family businesses were rich in money - first the railways, then electricity, communications, and running water, and now even the police and fire brigades were about to become private industries! God knows how many more ridiculous things they'll do!

Compatriots, we must tell the greedy government of the South that we are not going to continue to pay for their misdeeds, and we will never again allow anyone to rob them in the name of the state! We must win the independence of finance and taxation! Resist those evil laws that cut social welfare and people's wealth! If we don't, we'll have to spread our legs and give the vampires a comfortable position - and they deserve it!

In recent representations, Westminster has always wanted us to remain unconditionally in the United Kingdom, which is heading for the abyss, through a vote. No way! What else do you expect this neoconservative Conservative Party to do for us? Helping the poor? They will only help the rich and then make the poor poorer! I feel truly sorry for the poor in England. Many of England's poor people have moved to Scotland these days. After our struggle for independence and freedom was won, I bet many poor people in England would apply for Scottish citizenship......"

After the street talk, the TV screen showed the trailer for Braveheart, the latest remake of the Scottish indie inspirational film...... But Sir Roderick, the presiding officer of the meeting, had no intention of looking at it at this time. I saw that he first turned off the TV with a "click" of the remote control, and then raised the teaspoon and knocked on the silver cup in front of him, so that this clear and pleasant voice temporarily drove away the black smoke miasma in the room.

“…… Ladies and gentlemen, this gathering is probably a meeting of the Executive Department of the British Ministry of Magic at its headquarters in Glasgow. Everyone's pessimistic speculation has been fulfilled! Inside the news from London has come out that Westminster and the Scottish Parliament are about to sign the Scottish Home Rule Compromise Draft next month, in addition to defence and foreign affairs. The Scottish Parliament will have almost complete financial, legal, and domestic autonomy, and almost all central institutions will be withdrawn from Scotland, including our Executive Division of the British Ministry of Magic......"

“…… Withdrawal of the central accademies. A high degree of autonomy in addition to diplomacy and defense?! This is simply the rhythm of the collapse of the USSR! What exactly was Prime Minister Mason thinking? Did he want to be the Gorbachev of the British Empire? Someone scolded indignantly.

“…… What's the solution? The success of the nation is to survive the next century, and for politicians, success is to survive the next election. A compromise with Scotland is conducive to victory in the next general election, and Prime Minister Mason will not let go of this opportunity easily......"

Sir Roderick shrugged his shoulders and pouted, "...... Moreover, there is a precedent for similar things. At the end of 2008, Greenland voters received greater autonomy from the Danish government in a referendum, and some pessimists believe that Greenland's independence may be the next step. But in reality there are no signs of further splitting up to now. Prime Minister Mason probably thinks the situation in Scotland is similar......"

“…… But the situation in Scotland is quite different...... Well, we little people aren't in a position to question Whitehall's decision-making either......"

A young woman whipped her pipe, "...... Since we're going to withdraw from here. So what exactly is this castle ready to be auctioned off? Or will it be handed over to the Scottish bear druids huddled in a forest cabin? ”

“…… After we leave, the Grand Vennie Druid will take over the castle, he has been coveting it for a long time. Sir replied.

“…… So where is our new home? The young woman asked, "...... London? Birmingham? Or Belfast? ”

“…… Unfortunately, there is no new headquarters, or rather, there will be no more Executive Divisions of the British Ministry of Magic! ”

Sir Roderick covered his face with his hands in anguish and lowered his thin-haired, half-bald head. “…… Due to financial difficulties, the Permanent Secretary of the Ministry of Magic ordered the dissolution of the Executive Division. And we are all secret staff, there is no formal establishment...... That is, we are all unemployed! ”

Disbandment of the department? Collective unemployment?!!

This thunderbolt suddenly smashed everyone in the conference room, and they only thought that they would abandon the headquarters and move as a whole.

So everyone shouted in drunkenness, until they were suppressed by Sir Roderick's louder roar:

“…… Be quiet! Be quiet! Listen to me! Do you remember the time we traveled to the Victorian era not long ago? How triumphant Britain was then: the plains of North America and Russia were our cornfields; Chicago and Odessa are our breadbaskets; Canada and the Baltic Sea are our forest farms; Australia and West Asia have our shepherds; The western steppes of Argentina and North America have our herds; Peru shipped its silver; Gold from South Africa and Australia went to London; Indians and Chinese grow tea for us; And our coffee, sugar cane and spice plantations are spread across the Indies; Spain and France are our vineyards; The Mediterranean is our orchard; The southern United States and Egypt are our cotton fields...... But what's left now? Even Scotland is going to be separated! ”

At this he sighed, and lifted up the bottles on the table to look at them, and when he saw them all empty, he took a flat silver flask from his bosom and took a long sip of whiskey, for as a typical Englishman, drunkenness seemed to be their natural instinct.

Then, Jazz's voice became intense, like a burning sword, full of boiling resentment and murderous aura!

“…… Ladies and gentlemen, As the Scottish bastard who divided the country said, our country is now in internal and external troubles, and the root cause is in Congress and Whitehall - endless tax hikes, stupid multicultural policies, allowing blacks, Eastern European immigrants and North African infidels to encroach on our country, helpless against the partition and decline of the motherland, driving the most loyal patriots out of government, and only groveling to the Jews in the White House and Wall Street! Those thieves and robbers have been in council for too long, and it's time to rectify all this!

The most dangerous moment has arrived, and we can no longer afford to bow down like a puppy at the Prime Minister's table. Only by picking up the courage of our ancestors to conquer the Seven Seas and defeating those evil liliang who pushed the country to ruin, can the sunshine of the new age drive away the gloom that hangs over Britain! Ladies and gentlemen, take up our arms and fight for the injustice we have endured, for the fate of Britain! ”

"Agreed!" "Agreed!" "Let's fight!" "It's time to show our liliang!"

A frenzied shout came from inside the castle tower, startling the birds standing on the rooftops, causing them to chirp out of the eaves and spread their wings over the castle's quaint gates, which hung a sign that read, "Welcome to Hogwarts Theme Park" in English......

-- A new round of crisis and turmoil has quietly begun to brew on British soil without the ordinary people knowing...... (To be continued......)

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