After flipping through a few pages, Mr. Huck tossed them aside.

It's just a small thing, and the government will secretly fill in the gaps in the comings and goings of these people.

MI6 will take the lead.

Now he is not worried about these dozens of people, but - the cooks - the forehead - the disaster in the Mediterranean.

According to the intelligence of the Americans, the disaster has killed at least a few thousand people on the Mediterranean coast, affected hundreds of thousands, and the floods have hit the Mediterranean countries, Italy, Greece, the island nation of Malta, and the North African countries of Egypt and Tunisia, and the floods have washed away many cities and some relics of the Roman era that the British Museum cannot move.

The losses are immeasurable.

All of Europe is expressing concern.

Britain must do something about this, and Germany and France must not continue to manipulate the EU.

But as soon as he talked about it, he had a headache.

The British Empire in 1995 could no longer be described as waning.

It's like a poor ghost opening the door and meeting a poor ghost, and there is only poverty in his eyes.

The Battle of the Falklands in 82 was the last glory of the Royal Navy.

But this matter is turned around when it is said, a South American country, Argentina dares to argue with Britain, this matter itself is very humiliating, it is normal to win, and lose - if you lose Great Britain, you will be expelled from Oki and join the ranks of third world countries.

In the 90s, the Royal Navy retired all large and medium-sized aircraft carriers, and only retained 3 Invincible-class light aircraft carriers, and the other ships were also greatly reduced.

If it had been put aside, how could the Yankees' North Atlantic Fleet be allowed to run rampant in the Atlantic!

So, Mr. Huck was eager to get a leg up on the matter.

Send out fleets and advance into the Mediterranean to restore the glory of the British Empire.

It's a pity – that's what he thinks.

"Hey!" A soft sigh.

Mr. Prime Minister looked at Humphrey and was about to speak.

Suddenly, behind him, a green flame ignited in the fireplace, which had been used only as a decoration.

Then a resolute man in a black robe and top hat walked out of the fireplace.

This strange scene frightened Mr. Huck and he quickly got up, but after a few seconds of shock, he sat down again, a scene he had seen before.

On the night he first stayed in Downing Street and became prime minister, he also appeared so suddenly, and Bernard was there that time.

"Why are there any unrelated personnel, I told you-" Barty Krach stood still, frowning, and opened his mouth in a haughty manner.

"It is not necessary for me to comply with your notice, and I have the right to decide who can enter my house (Downing Street). At least the two gentlemen in the room knew to knock on the door before entering someone's room, unlike some people who suddenly came out of nowhere. ”

Hearing this, Bernard on the other side of the desk immediately smiled and tightened his bow tie, and Sir Humphrey—he was still dropping.

“.” Barty Crouch was too lazy to argue with the stupid Muggle Prime Minister, and he spoke briefly and bluntly, "You already know the things about Italy!" The Federation asked the Muggle governments to work together on this matter.

Millions of Muggles are at stake, and you must come up with a well-established charter to help us cover it up. ”

"Covering up the past?" Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister, Mr. Harker, felt a wave of anger rushing to the top of his head.

In contrast to Sir Humphrey, the Cabinet Secretary in a moral vacuum, Mr. Huck still has some moral remains, though not much, but from time to time he tortures his equally small conscience.

Millions of people have been affected, what is this concept?

Not since the Second World War has Europe experienced a catastrophe of this magnitude.

Faced with a disaster that was entirely the witch's own making, they didn't want to help, but instead came to the door and asked him to cover it up?

Hehe—Mr. Huck felt it was time for him to apologize to Sir Humphrey.

Compared to this wizard in front of him, he is simply a living saint!

He was about to get angry—but just then—there was a knock on the office door.

The eyes of the four people present all shifted their eyes.

They saw the door being pushed open.

An old man with silver-white hair, a snow-white beard waist-length that could even be tucked into his belt, blue eyes, half-moon glasses, and a floor-mopping purple cloak walked in.

Dumbledore!

"Looks like I'm here at the right time." He said calmly, and walked into the room, the door behind him closing softly.

Mr. Huck immediately guessed the identity of the other party.

He got up, held out his hand, shook it with Dumbledore, and said with a smile, "Welcome, Mr. Chairman." ”

As the Prime Minister of the British Empire and a veteran politician, Mr. Harker's political sensitivity is still quite high.

These two wizards.

One is the British Minister for Magic.

The other is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

The minister just now was still saying the words of the Federation's request.

The relationship between superiors and subordinates is very clear!

And Mr. Huck's enthusiasm immediately irritates Barty Krach, who is the Minister of Magic!

But he is also a political old man, and the old Crouch did not show the anger in his heart, and his face was still the same.

"Hello." Dumbledore said, "But I prefer to be called Headmaster, Headmaster of Hogwarts, to the Headmaster. ”

"Yes – it's much easier to teach and educate than to run a country." Mr. Huck was still enthusiastic.

However, these words made Dumbledore's expression unnatural for a moment, and he said with some emotion, "That's not likely." ”

After the two sides were reserved, they sat around the opposite side of the long table.

Sir Humphrey spared the long way and walked over to Mr. Huck and sat beside him.

Now the situation is unclear, he is a little unsure, so he will wait and watch for a while.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and the voice of his own voice in front of him was completely lost, and the elder Crouch immediately opened his mouth and repeated, "The Muggle government must help us."

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mr. Huaker, who looked sideways at Sir Humphrey and said, "Humphrey, who has the final say in the British government, the British cabinet or the president of the United States?" Why do you need more than one minister now? ”

Hearing this, Sir Humphrey, who was beside him, raised his head, his lips squirmed, and leaned back, "That's an interesting question. ”

He smiled and continued, "Secretaries often discuss this issue. ”

"What's the result?"

"I admit I'm a bit of a heretic, I think it's the British Cabinet, but—" Sir Humphrey laughed playfully, "I know I'm in the minority. ”

As an important ballistic missile launch base in the United States, the British are still very accurate in their positioning.

"What do you mean!" Old Crouch glared at Mr. Huck.

"What do you mean?" Being despised several times, even the good old man Mr. Huck was aroused a little angry, he looked at Crouch accurately, and said coldly: "It means that the US North Atlantic Fleet and the NATO Joint Fleet have sailed into the Mediterranean, and the British, French, Italian, and German forces have also arrived in the affected cities, and if necessary, NATO countries will take tough measures." ”

Others don't know, but can the countries that have satellites still not know?

That hurricane in the Mediterranean was not a natural phenomenon at all, it was most likely caused by so-called 'magic', otherwise the Minister of Magic would not have come here in person.

If they can destroy that inconspicuous island in the center of the eye of the storm and stop the so-called magic, then the hurricane will subside.

The water in the Mediterranean Sea is not warm enough to produce hurricanes.

Even if the hurricane didn't go away by then, as long as the magic was destroyed and the hurricane became normal, the flowing storm would always dissipate naturally, instead of being nailed to the western waters of Italy, as it is now.

"Don't be preemptive, sir." Mr. Huck got up and looked at him indifferently, at this moment it seemed that Winston Churchill's soul was possessed, and he was suppressed by the civilian clique every day, and at this moment he burst out with an astonishing momentum, "You wizards have gone too far this time.

Also, watch your attitude!

You are talking to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom!

I advise you not to try to be an enemy of the Queen, not to try to be an enemy of the British Government, and not to try to be an enemy of the 580,000 British nationals.

If you want the planet to be inhabitable anymore. ”

Threat!

The threat of nakedness.

And it's a nuclear threat!

Although the wizard in front of him may not know much about what a nuclear threat is.

But old Krach doesn't understand, someone does!

Dumbledore knew very well that Muggles possessed a powerful weapon capable of destroying the Earth's surface, and that the principle was taken from stars hundreds of millions of kilometers away.

During the years when he and Grindelwald broke up.

It was this weapon that was used to stir up the wizards' fear of Muggles, thus achieving their goals.

"Calm down! Mr. Prime Minister. Dumbledore's face turned serious.

Naturally, he wasn't here for the dozens of people in London.

The International Confederation of Wizards sent a liaison to inform him that a few days earlier, Muggle armies had been moving very frequently, and dozens of warships of various sizes had sailed into the Mediterranean.

This has exacerbated the already chaotic situation in the region.

He must do his best to ease the relationship between the two sides, and at this time, he must focus on rescue and avoid unnecessary conflicts.

"I'm calm, Mr. Headmaster." The Prime Minister sat back in his chair.

He turned his head to look at the wizard who held a high position, even the highest status, in the wizarding world, and his face revealed a touch of excitement, as if some kind of glory was within reach, "I have never been so calm. ”

The same scene also took place in the offices of the top leaders of major European and American powers such as the United States, France, Germany, and Italy.

Of course, the liaison officers of those federations did not meet much better than Crouch Sr.

At worst, they are facing a regional power that is in charge, not to mention that there is a world empire in it, and those leaders have already been restrained if they didn't directly let the agents secretly shoot the wizard.

I want them to obey the wizard's orders.

It's not - you have a few drinks, buddy! Drunk like this?

Why don't you try to add desphein and embrace the sweet, eternal sleep, and have everything in your dreams.

It's 1995, and a certain grumpy red-se-empire has come to an end.

Otherwise, Lao Maozi would have to give the wizard some medal shock.

Let him see what force is!

In short, through the efforts of the Federation, the Muggle government and wizards cooperated sincerely, and it can be said that they almost drew their swords.

It is impossible to cooperate, and there are countries that have the mentality of killing all wizards in one go.

But no matter how noisy it was outside, there was no need for Owen to worry.

Because he was being watched by people at this time.

"Who are you? What are you doing here at such a young age? Do you know it's dangerous? ”

On a mysterious island, a group of people walked over.

At the head was a middle-aged black-haired wizard dressed in a neat wizard's robe, with fingers and toes joined together, and cheeks growing in his ears.

He was holding his wand and was looking at Owen cautiously, his eyes rather cold.

At first glance, you know that it is the kind of elite Auror who has been in a hundred battles, and at least it has to be at the same level as Kingsley.

"You're an Auror from the Italian Ministry of Magic?"

Owen stared at him with a little surprise in his eyes.

I didn't see any wizards notice him just now.

Could it be that the Italian Ministry of Magic has set up some kind of induction magic on the periphery?

Impossible! If the magic had been arranged, he would have been able to detect it.

But the person in front of him, and those behind him, are more than a dozen.

Each body exudes a surging magic.

At first glance, you know that it is not easy to mess with.

"That's right, I'm in charge of this area." The man looked up, his stiff hooked nose raised high, his expression full of conceit and arrogance, and a pair of amber eyes looked at Owen as if he were looking at a prisoner.

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you? What are you doing here? The man continued in an accentuated tone.

"Me?"

Owen looked at the man.

He was sure that the other party must have taken the gill herb, or the underwater breathing potion with the gill herb as the main medicine.

The healed cheeks on his face, the separated flesh on his fingers bear this out.

And—Owen's gaze passed over him, and in the distance, the whirlpool that enveloped the island somehow cracked a crack, and it was like the miracle of Moses dividing the sea, and it was directly displayed in front of him.

That's how these wizards got into the island.

What kind of power is that? Boosters? Or something else, it can't be a spell anyway.

Then, Owen coughed lightly, and then opened his mouth to say nonsense, "I am an employee of Gringotts in London, and I have been assigned to help you solve the secrets of the tower. ”

"You?" The middle-aged man apparently didn't believe Owen's words.

Nonsense, he looked too young.

Spell solvers are a technical job.

Even the best graduates of the major magic schools who want to become spell breakers at Gringotts will undergo a multi-year internship and then travel to the ruins to work as assistants to the official spell breakers, which will take at least five years.

And Owen - he looked like he was only a teenager.

"I'm doing it well." Owen snorted, anyway, it was impossible for the other party to cast a spell on him.

Dude just what can you do.

"Hah-" The other laughed, amused by Owen's clumsy excuses.

"Looks like I should take you to the Ministry of Magic for a proper interrogation." He approached, his face unkind.

"Huh?"

"Hogwarts?"

Finally, the striking school emblem on Owen's robe was discovered.

"British?"

Suddenly, the man showed such an expression, it was summer vacation, and the little wizards of Hogwarts came here out of curiosity, and it was reasonable.

Although he wondered how Owen had made his way through the whirlpool, he was finally able to figure out who to turn to and which of his parents were.

"Well, it just so happens that I've met a bunch of Englishmen here."

As he spoke, he turned his head sideways.

Immediately after, Owen also looked over, and in the distance, in the gap in the whirlpool, a group of wizards walked in.

The leader is still the Auror of Italy.

But behind him, there was a figure that Owen was quite familiar with.

Sirius - and Professor Lupin and the Gryffindor trio.

They all came.

The Auror watching Owen split into two teams, one of which began to study the Divine Tower behind him.

The other team was still staring at him.

The sudden crack in the Tower of Divine Bestow caught the attention of the Aurors.

They scrutinized.

Cast spells.

Then he walked straight inside.

Owen watched from the sidelines.

As a result, the separation he expected did not take place, and the group of wizards was intact.

Waited a moment.

Finally, Sirius and Lupin's Gryffindor team finally arrived.

"We're here to help you, we're Dumbledore's men, and the Federation sent us here."

As soon as he came up, Sirius showed his identity and position.

Maybe it's because I've been with Owen for too long, and this guy talks nonsense without the slightest pause.

"Help us?" The middle-aged man didn't retract his wary gaze because of Sirius's words, "Help us, and take the little wizard with you?" ”

"Learn!" Professor Lupin stepped forward, a smile drawn on the good old man's face, "We are professors at Hogwarts, and we heard that you have discovered the ruins of ancient wizards, so we brought a few excellent students here to study and visit. ”

"Really?" The man still didn't quite believe them.

But he's a lot friendlier than before.

"Then feel free to visit, but you can't leave here." With that, the man turned and directed the Aurors into the Divine Tower to investigate.

Waiting—the Aurors who were vaguely surrounding them had dispersed, and Sirius had the next move.

"Stinky boy!" He hurried over.

If you look at it, you're going to beat him!

Owen, who was oiled on the soles of his feet, immediately ducked.

"What? Do! School violence? The teacher beats the student! ”

"Beaten? It's you who hit! You kid just owe a beating! Sirius raised his fist and was about to come again.

However, he was stopped by Professor Lupin.

"Alright."

He put an end to the feud between Sirius and Owen.

Now that you're here, you should focus on that tower.

With that, the two ignored Owen and left the opportunity to communicate with the little wizards.

"Hey! Irving! Harry greeted him, but was amused enough not to bother.

The girl behind him was on fire in her eyes.

Pulling Ron, Harry quickly stepped out of the way, and then immediately walked to the Divine Grant Tower, and looked at it carefully, not knowing that he thought he was an expert on the ancient Runiwen.

"Uh-Miss Granger, hello!" Owen was a little embarrassed, and he waved at Hermione.

And what about the little witch?

Her eyes were deep and melancholy, and behind that melancholy was anger.

She walked briskly towards Owen.

Raised his fist, but fell gently.

"Why do you like heroes so much!" She looked up at the boy, her brown eyes full of reluctance.

"Where do I have?" Owen laughed dryly, a little embarrassed, "I just...... It's just forced to get involved. ”

Hermione took a deep breath, and she looked up again, the anger in her eyes gone. "No one forces you, and if you don't want to, you can not do it."

Hermione's voice trembled a little, her eyes reddened,

He sobbed a little, then suddenly turned around and hugged Owen tightly, "I know it's an adventure, I'm scared!" But when I see you, I feel that as long as I am with you, I can get through any difficulties I face. ”

Owen was a little frightened by Hermione's actions, and he patted Hermione lightly on the back, "There are outsiders here!" ”

Hearing his voice, Hermione let go of Owen and raised her sleeve to wipe the tears that were about to fall. raised his head again, with a hint of resentment and helplessness in the corners of his eyes.

Owen smiled helplessly, and he took Hermione's hand, "Alright, let's go see how the Aurors are doing!" ”

Hermione nodded, and the two walked side by side to the cracked door of the Divine Bestowal Tower.

Many Aurors came in and out of the gate.

Lots of things were moved out of it.

Some old books.

A few pieces of equipment that still exude magic.

There is also a stone basin with all kinds of bottles and jars.

There must have been a lot of powerful potions that had been lost.

"Owen, Hermione!" Sirius suddenly emerged from the gate, and he said to Owen, "We have found an old runi engraving, come and see what is written." ”

"Okay." Hermione replied, and then pulled Owen into the Divine Tower.

"Ahem—"

A huge force came from his arm, and Owen didn't move.

Seeing this, Hermione glanced back at him in confusion, and then whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

"That-if you go in now, it's too obvious, Miss Granger!"

Owen let go of his hand.

"Five questions." He said.

"First, as soon as the door was cracked, someone came from outside the whirlpool—a little contrived."

"Second, Italians don't speak English to me."

"Third, the character modeling is too rough, except for the protagonist, everyone else is wearing it, you know? Look at Ron - he's just got his hair stuck in his neck. ”

"Fourth, as soon as you entered the tower, you moved the treasure out, did you look down on your buddies and insult my IQ."

"Fifth, and most importantly, Miss Granger doesn't feel right, it's too soft. The smell is not right, the fragrance is too strong, she will not use perfume, and then the personality is not right, if it is really Miss Granger, just now, she will definitely pick up the stone on the ground and throw it over, and then take out her wand whether she hits it or not, she will throw a few spells to relieve her anger first. ”

"I said—haven't you seen a girl in a long time, this simulation is too rough."

He spoke to the Tower.

"No matter how much you try to fool me in, you won't be in such a hurry! Grinding grinding is OK! Or skip the ticket, hold on - wait for the next time to fool around, this time you should collect information.

Dare to serve a semi-finished product, you should be yourself 2077! ”

(End of chapter)