Talks in the Prime Minister's Office continue.

And on the other side, on the River Thames in London.

At the end of August, it is a busy time for business.

The river, which nurtured the splendid civilization of England, was now full of busy merchant ships.

Upstream of it, many places of interest fall on the banks of the river.

Such as Eaton, Oxford, Henry and Windsor, among others.

The headquarters of MI6 is also located in the Victorian Quarter building on the banks of the River Thames.

It was the height of summer, and the sun was shining on the quiet river with a rather high level of heat.

Golden ripples, undulating with the wind.

A white kitten, lazy and cozy, lying on the shore basking in the sun.

It was a petite man with blue eyes as clear as jewels.

The kitten lazily opened its mouth and let out a "aiming" call, and its voice revealed a hint of cunning, as if it wanted to attract someone's attention.

Soon, its temptation succeeded, and a figure approached.

The man was dressed in a standard suit and had a slender figure.

He crouched down and reached out to stroke the kitten's supple fur, a hint of pity in his eyes.

The kitten looked up at the dark shadow and seemed satisfied, squinting at the man's service.

"Meow~"

"Hmph, you're at ease."

Mr. Bond squinted and looked at the white cat dotingly.

This is no ordinary kitten, and strictly speaking, this cat is also an agent of the Six Divisions.

Responsible for performing some special tasks.

Human-trained kittens with amazing intelligence.

Don't underestimate it.

Speaking of cats, if it were Anthony, the first thing that came to mind was Professor McGonagall. Master of Transfiguration, able to become a master of magic for Animagus to become a tabby cat.

Speaking of which, Mr. Bond's work was indeed done because of Professor McGonagall.

Since the last time the professor accompanied Anthony to Diagon Alley for shopping.

Upon his return, MI6 retrieved a great deal of surveillance in London, and it was almost effortless to discover that Professor McGonagall had been present in London the day before.

It is also an enrollment of students, but the target is different.

It was a girl.

An eleven-year-old girl.

...

"Mr. Granger, please relax, we don't have any ill will."

At this time, in the living room of the building, there were two groups of people, one in a straight suit, each with a professional smirk on his face.

The three people on the other side looked a little restrained, although they were also dressed formally, but from the restrained expressions on their faces, it could be seen that these people were just ordinary people.

"Regarding your daughter, I think you may have some misunderstanding about the government." Mr. Bond is seductive.

"It's no secret, your daughter is a wizard, right?"

"Sir, it's not illegal!" Mr. Granger's expression stiffened, and his tone was slightly angry.

After all, his family was suddenly taken away by a group of agents, and communication was strictly forbidden along the way, which was clearly an attitude towards prisoners.

He is a taxpayer and has never done anything illegal.

"I'm sorry sir, but you can take a look at this first." As he spoke, Mr. Bond handed over the document in his hand rather awkwardly.

He was also helpless, after all, in addition to the high-level government officials, there were only a few elite agents who knew about the existence of wizards.

The agents who approached the Granger couple were unaware of the existence of the wizard. Therefore, in accordance with the rules and regulations, these 'three' were invited to the headquarters in the posture of arresting criminals.

"What is this?" Mr. Granger, looking at the document in his hand, frowned slightly, but not because of how much this document constrained them, on the contrary, the reason for his concern was because it was too superior.

So good that Mr. Granger even thought it was the bottom of financial fraud at one point.

Little Hermione, who was sitting next to Mr. Granger, slowly lowered her vigilance, poked her head out, and looked curiously at the documents in her father's hand.

Law on the Protection of Special Talents – 'Subsidy Regulations'

What a strange name?

Hermione muttered to herself, she had never heard of such a law in England.

On the other side, Mr. Bond was secretly watching Hermione.

The child's eyes revealed a hint of alertness, a hint of alertness, but there was no look of fear.

This made him sigh with emotion.

No wonder she was chosen, not only because of her status as a wizard, but more importantly, because this child is very good in his own right.

If she weren't a wizard, Mr. Bond believes, she might be like Lady Dorothy...

Or can you go further?

Become Prime Minister?

Mr. Bond's mind inexplicably conjured up images of Hermione becoming Prime Minister.

He shook his head with a dumb smile. Get this unrealistic idea out of your head.

It seemed that he really should take a break for a while, and the sleepless days had already caused him to hallucinate.

...

"It's all true?"

A few minutes later.

After finally reading the document in its entirety.

Mr. Granger asked with great suspicion.

In this document, there are more than a dozen 'student assistance programs' for young wizards.

To sum it up in one sentence: that is to smash with money.

The most explicit is that the young wizards receive a government grant every month until they are eighteen years old.

This is issued directly to the guardian. All it takes is Mr. Granger to leave his bank account and enjoy the first payment immediately.

It wasn't a small number, and it might not be useful in the wizarding world, but it was enough for wizards to live a prosperous life in the Muggle world.

What's more, the constraints on young wizards in this document are simply outrageous. There are almost no requirements other than not breaking the law.

This is equivalent to the government paying for nothing.

And when these children graduate, they will be treated as senior government advisers if they wish.

This is a public office!

The kind that has a salary and an establishment.

It's okay to assign work for free.

And the work content of the consultant is also very relaxed, except for the magic event, the rest of the work, the consultant can choose whether to perform or not.

There is a bonus for execution, and there is no penalty for not executing.

Under this 'exaggerated' policy, Mr. Granger could not help but feel sorry for the 'wizards' who died at the stake in the Middle Ages.

Who would have thought that the world would change so much in a few hundred years.

The wicked witch has been transformed into a national sweetheart.

"It's true!" Mr. Bond nodded solemnly and said in the affirmative.

"You don't need to have any doubts, because it's not a contract, it's a law."

After a pause, Mr. Bond continued: "You don't need to sign, and once your daughter's identity is confirmed, you will automatically receive the above benefits, and we will only give you a routine notice. ”

Routine notice!

Is there such a routine notice?

Mr. Granger rolled his eyes.

A group of agents broke into his house and dragged people into the car without saying a word.

If this is also a routine notice, then such a notice will be waived in the future!