Mr. Huck was lucky.

On Christmas Day 1991, a big gift came from Northern Europe and was delivered to his desk.

Also sent to the entire capitalist world.

If this had happened a year ago, he would have held a live television broadcast overnight to inform the whole people of this 'exciting free world'.

But, there are no ifs in this world.

After arriving in the UK from Qingqiu, all kinds of news from the Far East and Northern Europe poured into Downing Street.

China, Russia, their amazing wizarding worlds that are completely different from those of England, make Mr. Huck quite like he is looking at the world with his eyes open.

The Soviet Union and Eastern Europe have changed dramatically, but the whole of Europe is quiet.

France, Germany and other major European countries are all restrained in their performance on this matter, as if they have some kind of concern...

The only country that can be called 'normal' seems to be the United States, which is far away in North America.

They fell into an.

Mr. Harker's Cabinet has had several meetings with senior government officials from WIC, Offices 6 and 5, and he has also met with them.

In general, Downing Street has a set of ideas for solving the problem...

However, this requires a backstab of his own son, so Mr. Huck is still hesitant.

And as this dreary atmosphere slowly squeezed, an inexplicable sense of tension began to coalesce in the sky above Downing Street.

The tormented mood continued until Anthony returned to Buckingham Palace.

Before he was overwhelmed by the pile of information that Downing Street had recently collected, he couldn't help but let out a sigh!

What's wrong with the world?

How is it different from the Harry Potter world in your impression?

It turns out that the top of the KGB is a wizard?

It turns out that the Ministry of Magic of the USSR was under the leadership of the CPSU?

It turns out that they have a tradition of exchange students with Chang'an Taixue?

Such a magical reality can't help but worry him, since the situation in Russia is like this, what about other European countries?

France? Germany?

What is the situation of these two centuries-old British rivals?

It won't be the same as Russia!

No way! No way!

The British Ministry of Magic isn't the only one stupidly guarding the International Wizards' Secrecy Act!

It was a question before he could come up with an answer.

The presence of a wizard interrupted his thoughts.

It was a young man, with short hair and slightly curly. The gray eyes were shining brightly, as if they were full of tears all the time.

He has a tall nose and lips that are not plump.

Especially those ears, spread out on both sides, which makes his whole person look particularly cute.

He called himself Rosius and was the court magician of the royal family.

"Court magician?"

As soon as he said this, Anthony knew that this was definitely sent by the Queen, and it seemed that his great aunt was still angry about his trip to Hogwarts.

"Hello, Your Highness!"

Anthony, who was arranging his collar, ignored the court mage.

He looked at himself in the mirror, a light gray suit, meticulous, his hair was meticulously combed, with a indifferent smile on his face, and the whole person was extremely handsome.

"Allow me to introduce myself again."

"Rosius Ambu. Appointed by the Ministry of Magic to protect the Queen, the Chief Court Mage who arrived just last month. ”

"Oh." Anthony replied indifferently, then turned to look at him and asked, "What about the wizard from before?" ”

"You mean, Mr. Andrew Saxon? Oh! He was so old that the Ministry of Magic arranged for him to retire. ”

"Retirement?"

Ha?

Mr. Prime Minister had just won a big victory, and the court mage was immediately replaced, which is impossible if it is not foolish.

"You don't have to be deeply malicious towards me. Her Majesty is also looking out for your safety..."

"However, I do think Hogwarts is the best school for witchcraft and wizardry, and you deserve a good education. Hogwarts is the best option. ”

"So? I'm in the same group! ”

Anthony squinted and said with a smile on his face.

He is so stupid, if the other party is really from the British wizarding world, then he must have admired himself to enter Hogwarts, how could he leave him because of a few words from his great aunt?

Although private teaching is not necessarily worse than Hogwarts, just look at those excellent graduates of Hogwarts, most of them are at the level of normal adult wizards.

Only a handful of them have reached the level of an Auror.

Personal training will not be worse than this, and the outcome that can be expected.

It's just that...

He is not used to this kind of arranged life, to hell with any royal family and any responsibility.

Fate is always a merciless joke, and the biggest joke is to let his ordinary life touch the world that originally only existed in dreams.

Now that he has really touched it, can he go back?

That's just kidding!

"Hmm."

Rocius looked at him, then nodded, and said inexplicably, "We're always in a group." ”

"Really?"

Hell if he did!

Lip service is to protect the queen from that Indonesian sorcerer. But in reality?

Surveillance and protection, security and threats, isn't this just in their thoughts?

Chief Court Mage.

Even if he wanted to be Merlin, don't forget that Merlin was also a courtier of King Arthur. What's more, this is not the Camelot dynasty for a long time.

With this in mind, Anthony mentioned the gift he had prepared for his great aunt, walked straight past him, and walked out of the room.

Coming down the hallway, he took a deep breath of cool, crisp air.

Then he raised his legs and walked down the corridor towards the inner palace.

As he walked, Anton's eyes fell on the window.

Outside the window was a thick pile of snow, and the sunlight shone on the road, reflecting a dazzling white light.

Several cleaning crews are cleaning up the snow. The rest of the people are also doing their jobs.

However, Anthony clearly sensed that there seemed to be more guards in the palace.

Is it on guard against that wizard?

He didn't know.

Then, Anthony gradually retracted his vision, passed through one door after another, and finally stopped around the corner.

In front of a quaint door, stood the familiar butler.

Mr. Hobson.

The so-called, the prime minister's door is a three-rank official, let alone the queen?

Anthony stood obediently in front of the door, waiting for Mr. Hobson to come in and report it. After receiving permission from the Tao, he walked in.

"Anthony?"

As soon as he entered, he heard a familiar voice.

Hearing this, Anthony looked at the room carefully.

In the large hall, there are three sofas, and at the moment, it is full of people. On both sides are various bookshelves and display cases of artworks.

At the end of the hall sat a large and luxurious table, behind which Her Majesty was sitting.

In the living room, a large family in Windsor gathered, and I don't know what day it is?

Aren't there two days left for Christmas?

"Big brother?"

Anthony looked at the one who had just called him with some surprise.

The prince of the world for seventy years...

Forehead...

It's not seventy years yet.

It's been more than 40 years...

Hehe.

Anthony responded to the prince with a smile.

He had little contact with Charles, and the two were familiar strangers, in fact, not only Prince Charles, but also the children of the rest of the Queen, as well as his little aunt, Princess Margaret.

His relationship with those older brothers and sisters was not very good.

It's too big an age gap...

He is eleven years old this year, and he is only two years older than Charles's eldest son, which is a generational difference!

"Anthony is back."

The Queen on the wooden chair called to him softly, in a soft tone.

"Your Majesty." Anthony replied softly with a lowered brow, then bent slightly and bowed to the monarch of the empire.

"Okay, it's all family." The queen smiled and waved for Anthony to sit down, and then she continued, "You still have a gift!" ”