As the private parlor grew, the overflowing schadenfreude voices gradually rose when.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the private living room.

The person who came was another aide to the Prime Minister, who had sent a letter to Mr. Harker.

From the iconic brown letter, before he even held it in his hand, the Prime Minister already knew that it was a letter from the wizarding world.

Sure enough, after he opened the letter, the familiar words appeared in front of his eyes.

It's Anthony's handwriting.

"Berner, go and inform the Legal Department and the Chancellors, and invite them to Downing Street, and by the way, ask them how their research on the Wizarding Secrecy Act is!"

"Humphrey, notify the Security Service, WCI, MI6, MI5 elite agents to come to Downing Street, and inform the Ministry of Defense that the 1st Airborne Brigade around London is in the first level of combat readiness."

"Also, inform the royal family, and if you can, please ask Prince Charles to come over!"

After sweeping to the side, Prime Minister Huck immediately gave instructions.

...

Suddenly, there was a sense of tension throughout the house.

Humphrey and Bernard, who had been instructed, immediately moved.

All the instructions of the Prime Minister were carried out in an orderly manner.

A minute later, a report call came from the Secrecy Law research team, led by the Chief Justice.

On the phone, they spoke very poorly of this sixteenth-century legal document written by wizards, saying that it was like a sieve full of holes, and even inferior to the Magna Carta of the thirteenth century.

A random listing lawyer on the street can easily identify loopholes in at least six documents.

Within ten minutes of hanging up.

Inspector John of the Security Service, as well as Mr. Bond, Agent McCroft, and the Secretary of Defense, arrived at the Prime Minister's office.

At this time, Mr. Harker was urgently reading the memorandum sent by the judges.

"Mr. Prime Minister."

Bernard hurriedly pushed open the door to his office and walked in.

Behind him is the Minister of Defense.

Since Mr. Harker calmly dealt with the events in London and foreign hostile elements, and ordered the war against Syria, he has reached the most powerful power of any prime minister in history.

Now there has been a red flag landing incident.

It can be said that the balance of power in Britain has been unbalanced, and the Prime Minister's family is dominant. Even Sir Humphrey has had little to do to restrain him lately.

Not to mention his cabinet ministers.

Mr. Harker even knocked on the province, and those guys will naturally put themselves in their place, after all, there is a heaven and earth difference between being a minister under Churchill and being a minister under Johnson.

"Sir, the airborne troops have been assembled."

"Good!" Mr. Huck did not look up, but continued to look at the papers in his hands.

"How's my speech going, Berner?"

"It's done, here!" As he spoke, Bernard pulled out a copy from his stack of papers and handed it to the Prime Minister.

"Sir, Headmaster Dumbledore is here."

Just then, Sir Humphrey, who was outside the door, suddenly entered, holding a pile of papers, looking very urgent.

"It's coming so fast!" Mr. Huck slowly plucked his eyes and looked out the door.

...

Anthony left Hogwarts the same day.

Professor McGonagall accompanied him to the Ministry of Magic.

After the green flame burned, he and the Professor appeared at the Ministry of Magic, and this was Anthony's first use of the Floo Net.

As far as the experience is concerned, it is much better than he imagined, he seems to have gotten into some kind of pipe, squeezed, and after flying, when the vision in front of him is clear again, the person is already at his destination.

At this moment, in front of him was the end of a golden hall.

The floor is a polished dark wood floor. The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides are lined with dark wood panels of jet black and shiny, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the boards.

Every few seconds, a wizard pops up from one of the fireplaces on the left.

And on the right, there are several people waiting in line in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

There is a fountain in the center of the hall.

In the middle of a circular waterhole stands a group of solid gold statues, larger than a human life.

The tallest of them all was a noble wizard holding a wand high and pointing to the sky.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

The centaurs, elves, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with infinite adoration. Beams of shining water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the elf's hat, from the ears of the house-elf.

Typical wizard conjecture.

Except for the house-elf accident, the other two species don't look at wizards like that.

There was the 'poof' sound of apparitional people all around, and the stumbling footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards.

With the lifeless expressions of the morning on their faces, they walked toward the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

The atmosphere was strange, as if these people were not officials of the Ministry of Magic, but employees of some private company.

And Anthony also noticed that many of them had tattered briefcases, and the clothes on their bodies were very simple, even old, although there was magic, the clothes would not be damaged, but they were still old.

Most of the people who came and went, with a crumbling parchment in their arms, read the newspaper as they went.

Few people smile, and their faces are gloomy as if they are in hell.

Unlike Harry's trial in the fifth year, this time, as soon as Anthony appeared at the Ministry of Magic, several Aurors surrounded him and the professor without saying anything, and after confirming his back, he was escorted himself.

Passing through the golden gate, inside is a petite hall where there are at least two dozen elevators, all blocked by delicate golden fences.

The Aurors led them into one of them.

Then the elevator moved slowly, the feeling was wonderful, neither wanted to go up, nor down, the inertia was very chaotic, and there was a left and right up and down, and there was an indifferent woman's voice in my ears.

"On the seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports..."

The door opened, but no one came up, so it was quickly closed again.

"Sixth floor, Magical Traffic Division..."

...

"Fifth floor, International Magical Cooperation Division..."

"Three Floors"

"Level 2, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which contains the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command, and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

"We're here." The Auror next to him said listlessly.

There was no lack of tiredness in that tone.

In front of me is a corridor with doors on both sides, and after not mentioning the two doors, there will be a window separating them.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window, which made Anthony's whole body warm.

He knew it wasn't really the sun.

At this time, they are underneath, how can there be the sun?

The windows are nothing more than the same kind of meteorological magic as in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Along the way, they passed the offices of the Auror Command and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The Auror Command was empty, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was completely different from the atmosphere outside the hall, the open area inside was divided into many cubicles, and many wizards were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was lively.

It was a world away from the funeral-like atmosphere that had preceded it.