The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 252 Mr. Huck who wants to resign (3)

London, inside No. [-] Downing Street.

Although the sky has long darkened, the lights in the Prime Minister's Office are still on.

Mr Harker is working on the last document, which is about the House of Commons hearings in a few days, the government report, and about his speech, some of which he will have to check himself.

Today is Christmas, but Mr. Huck has no time to spend time with his family.

This is the second time. Last Christmas, he was busy with the London reconstruction project and could not spare any time.

Unexpectedly, one year has passed in a flash.But he still lives a very reserved life and has no free time.

Late at night, Mr. Bernard pushed the door open and delivered a red box containing government documents.

"Merry Christmas, sir." Mr. Bernard put the box on the desk, then looked at the clock on the wall: "Sir, it's time for you to rest."

Hearing the sound, Huck raised his head blankly, as if awakening from a dream, glanced at Bernard, nodded and said: "Merry Christmas, oh! Are these the files I have to deal with today?" He slowly said He took off his glasses and pointed at the red box on the table.

Mr. Bernard nodded, then blinked silently: "Maybe you can read it tomorrow."

Then he said: "Or the day after tomorrow."

Huck sighed, shook his head, and smiled weakly: "I don't have that much time."

"Look at my schedule. Tomorrow, I will go to Buckingham Palace to meet the Queen in the morning, meet with several London representatives in the afternoon, and have inquiries from the Restoration Committee in the evening. The day after tomorrow, I have to go to the London Attack Memorial Square to hold a mourning ceremony in the early morning, and visit London in the afternoon. Citizens, we will meet with several local ministers tonight."

"The day after tomorrow, there are several generals..."

Mr. Harker took a sip of the cold tea and said, "I haven't had any free time for two whole weeks, Bernard!"

The Prime Minister complains, but he also tells the truth. Over the past year, domestic affairs of all sizes have made him mentally and physically exhausted.

It's the rebuilding of London plan, and it's the mid-term parliamentary election in the middle of the year.

This year, Mr Harker's Labor Party lost its majority and won the general election by a slim margin.

He was just one step away from being ousted by the people of London.

But the various trials of this year have made Mr. Huck grow rapidly, and he has still become a qualified political elder.The price was his family and the deepening wrinkles on his face and the black and white hair.

"You will be a lot more relaxed this year." Bernard said at his desk: "The city is being rebuilt rapidly, and it is even more beautiful than before."

"I hope so. By the way, where's Humphrey?"

"Oh! The security office has Sir Humphrey's phone number." Bernard explained.

"Security Department? Humphrey is calling? Why do I feel a little uncertain?"

As soon as Harry's voice fell, someone suddenly pushed the door to the Prime Minister's Office.

The person who came was none other than Sir Humphrey. He came over panting, holding a document in his hand.

"Ha! I knew you must still be doing your best, Humphrey." Mr. Prime Minister said half-jokingly.

"Work hard, Mr. Prime Minister." Sir Humphrey took a deep breath and slowly handed the document in his hand to Mr. Harker.

"Are they letters from those bishops again?" Mr. Hacker took the document in Humphrey's hand. He just glanced at it, and his expression suddenly changed. He quickly picked up the glasses he had put aside and put them on, carefully. started reading.

"Oh, God!"

A few seconds later, Mr. Harker couldn't help but sigh: "Are you giving up on Britain?"

"Maybe God is a wizard!" Sir Humphrey said a cold joke, but neither Bernard nor Mr. Harker smiled.

Especially Mr. Harker's face became increasingly gloomy.

"Where's the committee?" he asked.

"Mr. Bond is on his way," Humphrey returned.

Mr. Bond is now the president of the Wizarding Intelligence Committee and the supreme commander of WIC.He is solely responsible for everything regarding wizards.

"It seems that we have to be busy again." Mr. Harker put down the document and murmured.

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Only about ten minutes later, a private secretary knocked on the door of the Prime Minister's office.

"Mr. Prime Minister."

"Invite them in!" Mr. Harker nodded.

Then, the door opened and two men in crisp suits walked into the office.

"How is the situation?" As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Huck asked straight to the point.

As Mr. Bond's deputy, Mycroft said bluntly: "Another wizard attack."

With that said, he handed a stack of photos to Mr. Harker.

"The Death Eaters reported by the Ministry of Magic can confirm that they were the ones responsible this time."

"In addition." Then, he took out two more photos from his briefcase: "The high-altitude reconnaissance plane took photos of the local scene, which were completely consistent with His Highness Anthony's intelligence. There was nothing unusual outside, but the plane descended to about a At [-] feet, after breaking through the so-called magical illusion, we successfully photographed the true face of the town.”

Mr. Harker put down several photos of Death Eaters, changed hands, and picked up two photos of Godric's Hollow. The first one was obviously taken at a higher altitude, and the town was larger, but the town in the photo was But it was sunny and peaceful.

The second photo is lower. The town in the photo is completely dark, without a single light. Especially the blizzard, it looks really scary.

And vaguely, he seemed to see something crawling on the streets of those small towns...

But after all, he is not a professional, so he can only take a quick look at it to show his dedication.

"Have you contacted there?" The Prime Minister took off his eyes and looked up at Mr. Bond.

The response he got was just a slightly bitter smile from Mr. Bond: "We informed the Ministry of Magic immediately, but they didn't seem to care. They probably didn't believe us and just replied that they would check it out personally."

"Check!" Mr. Harker suddenly burst into anger. He slammed the photo on the desk and roared angrily: "Wizards, wizards are wizards. What does the Ministry of Magic do? Last year's attack Once, come again this year?”

"Can they do it? If not, get out as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble everywhere."

"Huh!" He took a deep breath and calmed down for a moment before Mr. Harker continued: "Where's Dumbledore?"

"The Headmaster has rushed to Godric's Hollow," Mr. Bond replied.

"Hmph! A Minister of Magic is not as good as the principal of a school. I think it is better to let Dumbledore be the Minister. At least it will be several times better than what it is now."

“When a society is going downhill, there’s always someone in the driver’s seat who puts their foot on the gas.”

"Uh-sir." Bernard popped up and said, "You want to say brake!"

"It's that world, Bernard. Of course it's the accelerator." Mr. Harker leaned back and once again habitually criticized the officials of the Ministry of Magic. "When society reaches a low ebb, what is needed should be strong. Leaders, not just muddle along, guys who can only use 'magic' will never understand this simple truth."

"Ahem! Mr. Prime Minister, I think now is not the time to discuss leadership." Mr. Bond said softly.

Mycroft beside him took out another document from his briefcase, "This is Godric Town, so there is a list of permanent residents. Due to the sudden incident, we have not verified the people on it, but Conservative estimates put the number of trapped people at several thousand."

"How many thousands?" Mr. Huck's face instantly changed from the righteous look to a sad look: "Oh my God!"

Taking the list from Mycroft, he wailed again: "Oh! My God!"

"For something like this to happen just a few days after winning the mid-term election, think about what would happen if it was leaked by the media."

"Ahem! Sir, it's been six months since the midterm elections." Bernard reminded in a low voice.

"Thank you, Bernard!" After Mr. Harker glared at him, he quickly looked at Mr. Bond, "How bad is it?"

"This - if His Highness Anthony's information is true, then -" Mr. Bond paused for a moment and said: "The possibility of surviving is very small. After all, the other party is a wizard. According to our expert analysis, those so-called Death Eaters Each of them has serious anti-social tendencies, it’s hard to say what they will do.”

"Oh my God, if you think about the London attack, you will know what they will do." Mr. Harker couldn't help but wailed again.

"How is the battle plan prepared?"

"Ground troops have begun to advance towards the town location, and air units are also ready." Mr. Bond replied.

After listening to Mr. Bond's words, Mr. Harker closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair in silence.

The world is difficult, and he, as the Prime Minister, has worked hard for a year, and London has finally regained its vitality and has a slight upward trend. However, now, it has given him a head-on blow on the most important holiday, Christmas.

Maybe it's time for him to resign.

An inexplicable idea came to Mr. Harker's mind.

After thinking for a moment, he looked up at Mr. Bond again, "In that case, let's do it."

"I understand, sir." Mr. Bond stood up and nodded.Then he left the office with Mycroft.

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It was a silent night with no clouds in the sky, and the cold moonlight shone on the earth, shrouding the entire city in a world covered in silver.

A slight chill came from all directions. In addition to the faint light from the street lamps, there were also many houses with their lights on.

Today is Christmas. On a road leading to a distant town, on both sides of the road, many people have Christmas trees decorated with lights in front of their houses.

It was time for them to get together for dinner.

But just then there was a roar from the end of the road, and the huge noise broke the tranquility of the night.People curiously came to the windows or opened the doors.

He tilted his head and looked around.