"State security services?" Hermione was in a trance.

Immediately after, his eyes widened suddenly, "MI5? ”

"It's MI5, it's definitely them!"

Hermione affirmed, "They were the ones who came to my parents, and they talked a lot about things. ”

"MI5?" Harry was stunned for a moment.

For he seems to have heard of this British intelligence service from the mouth of his own uncle, Dursley.

The other party seems to have looked for him.

"Wait-" Hermione's eyes burned like a torch, "but-MI5?" How did they find you? ”

"What is MI5?" Ron rubbed his head, a look of confusion.

Britain's Military Intelligence 5 is one of the world's most secretive spy agencies. Founded in 1909 and with a history of nearly 90 years, it is responsible for safeguarding national security and countering foreign espionage, terrorist and sabotage activities, and illegal activities aimed at subverting democratic institutions in political, economic, or violent ways. Owen spoke slowly, his eyes fixed on the twins, and things suddenly became interesting.

"Muggle Aurors?" Ron said.

"It's not." Hermione shook her head, "It's tricky to explain, you think it's the best of the Aurors." ”

"They came to us for cooperation." The twins ignored their younger brother. "Want to buy our alchemy magic items, similar to the ones we sold to the Ministry of Magic."

"Strange." Ron said, "You're actually doing business with Muggles?" ”

"We haven't agreed yet!" Fred said.

"But, selling magic items to Muggles—this—is it illegal." Hermione said worriedly.

"Of course it's illegal." George immediately said, "But the Secrecy Act has already existed in name only, and you should know that no one will care about such a thing." ”

"Tell me about what they call cooperation." Owen interrupted the discussion.

He cares more about MI5's so-called cooperation than some magic props.

"It's about maintaining long-term business relationships. We become their suppliers, or their consultants in magic. George continued, "The British government is willing to trade in gold, or anything that can be traded. Houses, plots, factories, etc. They were even willing to grant us knighthoods. ”

"Oh! Title? Ron was inexplicably moved.

Because the Malfoys have an English knighthood, and they are also viscounts.

There had been people in that family who had tried to woo Queen Elizabeth. Although it failed, it also became bragging capital.

In the past, the Malfoys had talked about it a lot, mocking everyone else for being a low-level bar.

However, as the Law of Secrecy became entrenched, the Malfoys had to begin to break away from the Muggle world, and in order to maintain the nobility of pure-blood wizards, they no longer claimed to have a title.

But this kind of thing is known to the older generation of families.

Of course the Weasleys knew that.

"Oh—that's a lot of good." Owen smiled slightly, but there was a bit of deep thought in his eyes.

"Owen, you say, is it possible for such a cooperation to take place?"

"In a few years, I can." Owen said.

"And now?"

"What? Are you desperate to work with the Muggle government? ”

"Not urgently." The twins were a little reluctant to speak, and George suddenly whispered, "I have gossip. ”

"You should know that materials are needed to make magic items, and of course we have our own supply channels. A few weeks ago, when we were ordering, the wizard told us that some of the magic materials were sold out and that we needed a month to stock them.

At the time, we thought it was strange that the materials were just ordinary things, not in-demand goods.

Later, I changed a few channels, but they were out of stock. ”

Fred craned his neck and whispered, "According to our investigation, most of the goods are going to France." ”

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"If some of the Security Service guys hadn't come to us, George and I wouldn't have thought in that direction."

"But—"

"Is it possible, you say, that the French Ministry of Magic or some magical force has reached a cooperation with the French Muggle government?"

"Roar—bold ideas." Owen raised an eyebrow, agreeing with their guess.

"If that's true, aren't we a big step behind?" Fred said with some anxiety.

"It doesn't have to be backward." He pondered for a moment, "We don't have a secret post in the government, and no one knows what the Muggles are going to do now, what if they use these things against wizards?" You are the enemy. ”

"We also had that in mind, so we didn't say yes." George said.

"Let's wait and see," Owen hadn't finished speaking.

The door to the Three Broomsticks Tavern was suddenly opened.

The man put his cloak against his neck and chin and hurried in.

His gaze quickly glanced around, then landed on the twins.

"Kingsley?" George looked at the comer, puzzled.

"You're here!"

Kingsley lowered his hand, revealing a dark face.

Then he said urgently, "Is there anyone in the Muggles who has been looking for you?" ”

"What's wrong?" George felt a hint of crisis.

"Yes, I found it." Fred replied.

"What do they want?" Kingsley then asked.

"Some magic items." Fred explained, "But we didn't talk. ”

"Damn it!" Hearing this, Kingsley cursed, and then turned to leave.

"Something happened." Owen stopped him, "Did you find a magic prop at 10 Downing Street?" ”

Hearing this, Kingsley suddenly stopped and turned to look at Owen.

"Nope." He denied it, "but other countries"

As he spoke, he pulled out a thick stack of newspapers from his bosom.

It was placed on the table.

"I can't convince him." Afterwards, the flamboyant Kingsley did not linger any longer, "I'm going to find Dumbledore." ”

Walked straight out of the store.

"This"

Owen picked up the newspaper and glanced at it, immediately realizing that something big was about to happen.

- "The Sin of the Sorcerer, the Judgment Is Today"

Daily Mail

"Oh my God!" Hermione let out a startle.

The news on the front page shocked her.

To put it simply, on the battlefields of Europe, the army accidentally captured a dark wizard, and the countries planned to put him on public trial in London.

At that time, many national dignitaries will gather in London.

This is a naked declaration of war.

"Are you really going to fight?" Even Harry could see the true intentions of the Muggle government in the red tape.

and - information about the start of war.

"Why are they doing this?" Hermione was puzzled, "It's only going to lead to Voldemort's revenge!" ”

"If you hold a public court in London, the whole city could be in flames." Harry hurriedly spoke.

"Yes, that's weird!" Owen put down the newspaper and frowned, "It's very strange, Britain shouldn't be involved, to be honest, although Europe has been fighting for months, it has not affected Britain itself, and even if Mr. Prime Minister loses his mind and agrees to use London as a battlefield, the cabinet secretaries and secretaries of departments will not agree." ”

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense." The boy stared at the newspaper and involuntarily rested his left hand on the table and propped up his chin.

Reality is not a story, and it is not an understatement like the state apparatus in the original book.

One of the things that Owen remembers most about his real life here is that he can't treat everyone else for idiots.

Not to mention that the other party is one of the Blue Star-Five-Constant, once the British Empire.

Owen would rather believe that Voldemort was out of his mind, and he would not believe that a national government is out of his mind.

So is it possible.

"They did it on purpose." Owen said suddenly, a flash of light flashing in his eyes, "They want to take this opportunity to wipe out Voldemort and his followers." ”

"All in one?" Hermione was a little surprised, "How is this possible?" ”

"That's right! That's the idea! The boy stood up abruptly and looked at the twins carefully.

"What's wrong?" George and Fred were stared at by Owen with a tingling scalp.

"If everybody thinks so, that Muggles can't have won Voldemort, then that gives them the chance to win."

"What did MI5 do to you other than talk about business? For example, asking for news from the Ministry of Magic? Where is the Wizards' Gathering Place? Talking about Hogwarts or something? ”

"Uh-this-" The twins looked at each other, "it's just a very ordinary chat, the other party doesn't have any fights, just like friends."

We're certainly not stupid, and we'll tell them where the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are.

But they did talk about these topics, and we talked about some interesting experiences from the past. ”

"For example? Tell me as it is! Owen said with a heavy face.

In the face of Owen's urgency, the twins also became nervous.

George hurriedly recalled the conversation he had with the mysterious man a few days ago.

"Well—we said—expeditions in the castle, portraits move, there are many magical plants and animals in the forest outside the castle, merfolk in the Black Lagoon, ice skating on the lake in winter, and—sailboats in the sea—well—the ships of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"What about the weather? Did you mention the weather? Owen asked.

"There must be this, the man complained to us about the weather in London as soon as he walked in the door, and it was so cold in October. At the time, we laughed at him and told him that the weather in London was nothing at all, and that it was snowing at Hogwarts in October. ”

“.”

"Heh-" Owen suddenly sneered, "two." ”

"Owen, what do you hear?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

"They weren't just any MI5 agents, they were elite agents." He sat down again.

"Elite agents?"

"007-" Owen said.

“007？”

"These two goods have already told the exact location of Hogwarts."

"Nope. We didn't have it from start to finish. George and Fred immediately denied it.

"Really?" Owen rolled his eyes, "It's snowing in October, and the most likely thing in the British Isles is Scotland."

Of Scotland's 32 administrative districts, there are only a few that can meet the requirements of the sea, with mountains, forests, and relatively sparsely populated areas.

Those are the two counties that run through the Grampen Mountains.

Although the Pennines are also located in Scotland, they are mainly located in the Scottish Highlands, where they are too high and there are no forests at all.

Aberdeenshire and Perth-Kinross are located in the main body of the Grampen Ranges. Perth-Kinross County is lined with the River Tay, which flows eastward into the North Sea.

In addition, the German ship entered the direction of Hogwarts, most likely to go to the North Sea.

So—do you still use me to continue?

They just had to study the coastal satellite map of Biperth-Kinross County and deduce the location of Hogwarts, was that difficult? ”

“.”

Several of the little wizards gasped.

Where Hogwarts was, they knew all too well.

If it was as Owen said, it was only a matter of time before Muggles found here.

"By the way—" Owen glared at the twins again, "he didn't give you any gifts!" ”

“.”

The two looked at each other and fell silent for each other.

"Yes—it was delivered, and you took it. What's there? ”

"Here," Fred said, pulling an object out of his pocket with a sad face.

That's a model.

Rocket model.

It may be that the sea of stars that he has been boasting about has made the Twins also extremely interested in this kind of vehicle that flies out of the earth.

That's why the other party will send this kind of thing.

Owen blackened his face and took the model.

Knock on this side, look over there.

Then, he soon noticed that the model seemed to have a section at the end, which was not disheartening, and the sound sounded a little hollow.

Immediately, with the decisive use of the cutting spell, the gray light flashed, and the model broke in half.

The hollow segment of the tail is exposed.

“.”

Owen looked at the metal device with red dots flashing inside the model in his hand.

It presents cylindrical rows, about half a foot, the size of a fingernail. There is a broken antenna at the top.

The red light comes from the bottom of the antenna.

The flashing is infrequent, only once in about a dozen seconds.

Owen quietly looked at the 'gadget' in his hand.

After being stunned for a while, he suddenly raised his head.

"What's wrong?" Ron hurriedly spoke.

He had a hunch that George and Fred must have gotten into trouble.

"What are you looking at, Owen?" Hermione asked.

"Looking. Satellites above us. The boy said blankly.

"Since then, offense and defense have changed."

"Wizards can no longer rely on hiding from the threat of war."

"Satellites?" Hermione stared at the 'gadget' in Owen's hand with burning eyes, and quickly realized what it was.

"Is this a to-locator?"

"What else could it be?" Owen sighed and lowered his head again.

"Once the sky was clear above our heads, but now there are many clouds."

As Hermione, the only one present who knew about Muggle armaments, she naturally understood what Owen meant.

Now the location of Hogwarts is exposed.

From then on, they were completely exposed to Muggle weapons, especially nuclear weapons.

Some kind of terrifying balance, that's it.

"The power of the state." The little witch muttered.

For the first time in her own country, the government had some concerns.

Maybe it's because she's one of them, and she knows them too well.

That's why I'm afraid.

"Hey—go back!" Owen sighed and got up, saying that an accident had made him no longer interested in continuing to travel in Hogsmeade. If you stay any longer, the weather will only get worse.

Faced with Owen who suddenly got up, George and Fred reacted violently, and they scrambled to get up, eagerly saying, "Isn't there a way to remedy it?" You must at least tell us if Muggles will attack us at all. Otherwise—"

"How else? Troubled conscience? Owen shook his head, "What has happened, what is the chance of remedy, as for whether it will attack us." Perhaps—" he looked at the newspaper on the table, "and the results will come soon." ”

"I wonder how the world will change after this time?"

With that, he pulled up the girl beside him.

With sorrow, he walked out of the three brooms.

No one thought that things would turn out like this in the end!

The wizarding world has never taken Muggles into account.

In the minds of most wizards, Muggles are a bunch of stupid, evil, emotional creatures that are very different from them.

Not to mention pure-bloods, who don't treat Muggles as human beings at all.

This is quite a scary view.

Especially when the other side has the weapon to destroy you.

Moreover, they are not stupid either.

How can a person who can go from tens of millions of people step by step to the top of government decision-making be stupid?

Perhaps, none of them is more intelligent than Dumbledore, but collective decision-making, collective wisdom, and the wisdom of an whole are beyond the reach of individuals.

Judging by the current situation.

Owen was getting more and more of a feeling that they were planning this something.

The web woven for wizards is shrinking.

There was already a sense of urgency in his neck.

Hermione reached out her thickly gloved hand and tightened the scarf around his neck.

The wind and snow were still raging outside.

The two of them struggled to step on the frozen Shelley and walked in the direction of Hogwarts.

"Don't worry," the little witch said in her throat, a little thick through the scarf that covered her chin.

"I just don't know what I'm worried about." Owen shook his head and lowered his head to prevent the snow from pouring down his neck.

"I hope that the trial in London will end up in chaos with the Death Eaters, because then the British government will bow down and choose to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic, but I have a feeling that they might succeed. And there will be an unimaginable victory. ”

"I don't like it."

"Feelings?"

"The feeling that success or failure is not in our hands." He silently raised his head and looked at the sky, the wind and snow instantly stained his eyelashes, "And the feeling that our safety is not in our own hands." ”

“.” Hermione was silent for a moment, then raised her head, glared at the boy, took his hand, and squeezed it hard. Whispered, "I hope they will succeed and succeed in repelling the Death Eaters, as it will reduce casualties."

As for our safety – hasn't the world been on the verge of destruction for decades?

We were forced to join one of the two camps, no matter how unwilling we were. ”

"So — things didn't get any worse — it just got back to where it should be."

(End of chapter)