"Britain's foreign policy hasn't changed in 500 years, and that is to create a divided Europe."

At 10 Downing Street, in the Prime Minister's office, Sir Humphrey Appleby, the Cabinet Secretary, was talking with a red face. As the 'true helmsman of the British Empire' who runs a civil service of 680,000 people.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the Age of Discovery, and the glorious days of magnificence returned.

"We unite the Netherlands with Spain, Germany with France, France with France and Italy, Germany with France, Germany and Italy."

"Your Highness, divide and conquer..."

Jazz loosened his tie and bowed his head slightly, a smile on his face, and looked to the other side of the long table.

The current Prime Minister of the British Empire, the real man at the helm of this dying ship, Mr. Jim Harker.

"You're so sophisticated, Humphrey." The Prime Minister of the Empire, Mr. Huque, slowly took off his glasses, at this time, he was soft-hearted, and there was no real moral vacuum, the Prime Minister smiled and looked at the little boy opposite him, and said, "You don't need any pressure, Your Highness." ”

As he spoke, he quietly glanced at the envelope in front of him.

It was a brown piece of parchment.

My God! I can't imagine that there are still people using this kind of paper.

Mr. Huck grumbled silently, and then was drawn to the coat of arms on the letter, which was a shield coat of arms, surrounded by a capital "H" with an eagle, a lion, a badger, and a snake.

On the back of the envelope is written Anthony Gowen Falkirk Windsor, Windsor Castle, the Royal Borough of Windsor-Maidenhead, Berkshire.

"Hogwarts?" Mr. Huck raised an eyebrow and said uncertainly.

"Hogwarts!" Immediately afterwards Sir Humphrey glanced at him and said affirmatively.

"Your Highness, your main focus only needs to be on socializing, and you don't need to worry about anything else." Mr. Huck's face was full of lightness, after all, socializing was a gene engraved in the bones of royalty, and he didn't find it difficult.

Even if the other party is a wizard...

"I understand, Mr. Prime Minister!" Sitting across from Mr. Huck a boy of nearly eleven years of age, with brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a crisp little suit, replied timidly.

When he heard this, Mr. Huck returned the letter from the edge of the table to him.

Mr. Prime Minister Nuclear Zen on weekdays, but the next moment he suddenly became serious, his head turned sideways, and a glimmer of ambition flashed in his gray eyes.

At that moment, Winston Churchill's soul possessed, and the glory of the British Empire seemed to return.

He looked at Anthony and said in a calm tone: "As for Her Majesty, the government will come forward to make the necessary lobbying. I think it won't be long before you're ready to head to King's Cross Station. ”

"Sir, aunt, she won't agree." Anthony sighed hypocritically and said with a little sluggishness.

In front of him, Mr. Huck had already opened another stack of papers in his hand, and the black glasses that had been placed on the table had been re-put on, and he lowered his head to look at the papers in his hand, which made Anthony unable to see his face clearly.

It's just a faint voice ringing in his ears: "Your Majesty will, she will agree to your going to Hogwarts, it is not my decision, but the decision of the British government." ”

The voice of a dictator came out of the mouth of Mr. Huck, the 'famous' good old man, and Anthony was a little unaccustomed for a moment, but when he turned his head to Sir Humphrey and Mr. Bernard Woolley, Private Secretary to the Prime Minister...

From the inexplicable smiles on their faces, they still understood everything.

Anthony held the admission letter in his hand, and couldn't help but begin to be fascinated by that magical world.

Hogwarts! Harry potter!

There shouldn't be any earthlings who don't know what this means!

Unless...

He came from another earth, yes, the harmless English prince who seemed harmless, but his soul was a traveler from some distant land.

Anthony didn't panic too much about waking up and becoming a prince, maybe it was because he was deeply affected by pop culture, which made his nerves abnormal, he almost didn't have any resistance, and he calmly accepted the fact that he had crossed over, and as a newborn baby, even if he wanted to show a panicked look, in the eyes of others, it was just a child's cry.

After that, Anthony, who calmly accepted his new life, began a strict and boring royal education, which began at the age of two.

From the simplest table manners, to interpersonal communication, from dressing up, to the choice of words in every sentence. The long time gradually washed away the last discomfort in his heart.

Until he read the news of the reshuffle of the British cabinet from the Times.

The Prime Minister resigned, and Jim Harker, the former Minister of Administration, was elected as the new Prime Minister on the recommendation of the party.

At this time, Anthony suddenly realized that he had come to "Yes, Minister" and its sequel "Yes, Prime Minister".

However, it doesn't make much sense for him to figure out the world he lives in, first of all, he is still young, politics is too far away from him, and the British throne, at least a dozen people away from him at the moment, and this is only for now, and after the birth of the heir's child, his inheritance will have to be in the back row.

In short, his status can't be said to be noble, after all, among the heirs, he can't even rank in the top ten, but to say that he is just a marginal person is embarrassing...

The current queen is his great aunt. He went to Buckingham Palace as if he were coming home.

Even the Prime Minister, Mr. Harker, had to make an appointment in advance, and he was able to swagger in and out directly. So to say that he is a marginal person is really underestimating him.

The original life was like this, as boring as he expected, without even a trace of waves, until...

Early that morning, a gray owl with a particularly long eyebrow landed on his window with a letter in its mouth.

He blinked and stared at it, and the owl on the window edge stared at him.

At first, Anthony only thought it was a prank.

Windsor Castle, where he lives, is open to the public all year round, but only partially, of course.

And there will always be some daring among those tourists who try to sneak into the places where those tourists have stopped.

Among them, pranks are naturally indispensable.

An owl with a letter in its mouth...

Scold! Haven't seen Harry Potter yourself?

Jokes, it's good to be a fan of the iron!

Hum! Hum?

Well?

Harry potter?

Anthony, who suddenly reacted, realized that this year seemed to be 1991! He remembered that the original Harry Potter novel was only published in '97, so how could anyone use an owl to send a letter to spoof him at this time?

Unless...