The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

266. Visiting the Prime Minister

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On the night when the banquet ended, some wizards left the school one after another.

Malfoy was also kicked back to Malfoy Manor by Professor Snape, who said sternly:

"Draco, because of your father's request, I will go over this Christmas holiday... I hope you have memorized the knowledge of potions, and your head is not filled with useless pure bloodism"

"Professor! Slytherin needs a new prefect!!" Draco was a little reluctant, "Farley is always covering up..."

"Draco Malfoy" Snape's voice became gloomy, making him shiver uncontrollably, "Do you think you are qualified? Let's wait until you have that ability."

Although Snape disliked the other houses, he was even more annoyed by Slytherin's loose, cliquey attitude.

"Mudblood" and "Muggle" every day, at least Cyrus will say "blood is never a problem", but what about Slytherin?Seeing the professor's face gradually becoming ugly, Malfoy ran away in a hurry.

It is located in a Georgian-style building at 10 Downing Street next to Whitehall in Westminster, London, the capital of the United Kingdom.

There was a black and white cat on the Prime Minister's desk. It was squatting on it, eating the cookies on the plate, and watching Melly get angry curiously.

It's called Humphrey (Humphrey), and it has been serving here since the last Thatcher. Humphrey's job is to eliminate the unwelcome eaters of the Prime Minister's Office-rats.

"What else is the British Ministry of Magic hiding?! A street of British people is not life in their eyes?" John was furious in the office, and the Minister of the Interior kept silent.

He found that John's aura was stronger than before.

When Fudge asked for cooperation, he said this: Black is a vicious wizard in the wizarding world, and he may be wandering in Muggle society...

But he kept quiet about the fact that Black was the real murderer, and he was right... After all, the Muggles in that accident had their memories tampered with by wizards, and John Mayley really thought it was a gas leak accident.

"Need to inform the Ministry of Magic?"

The ministers were also a little angry. They had already thought about the worst. It was probably just the ordinary people's government wiping the wizard's ass.

But never expected that the escaped prisoner was the murderer ten years ago. According to Cyrus' letter, Fudge said that Black just used a blasting spell...

Absurdity, unbelievability, fear... and other emotions arose in John Mayley's heart.

What is that concept?When Downing Street was attacked by mortar shells from IRA terrorists, the big crater left in the backyard was not as good as the 'gas leak' accident.

"Don't...why call them?" John declined his proposal, "Let's focus on the group of children first, remember, be gentle, don't need to be exposed, but let them be grateful..."

"Okay, one more thing, that history museum... the investor is a businessman from the United States"

"What's the price??"

"The price is not very expensive, and it can be taken down...but, with all due respect, is it necessary?" The minister didn't know as much about the wizarding world as John did.

"No...the future will change..." John sat back in his seat after throwing out the fire, and stroked Humphrey, "The thoughts of those two young people are not that simple...When the future is subject to major changes Tide, Britain needs a ship'

Old tradition.

But one thing is certain, if Cyrus hadn't brought him into the magic world, John wouldn't have bothered to care about the life and death of these wizards.

But he saw the benefits of the future, flying cars, food expansion potions, bone spirits...

Now he knows why wizards always have such a high status in European medieval mythology, almost second only to kings and lords. Potions alone are enough for ordinary people to snatch.

"Is there anyone to recommend recently? The former prime minister's secretary is about to retire..."

"One, Kingsley Shacklebolt, is new, but has good knowledge and policy advice, and good skills"

"Okay... please pay attention"

.........

Cyrus is home!But the Grangers.

The hut, which was once converted from a storage room to a temporary bedroom, was not covered in dust because Cyrus and Hermione lived on campus for a long time. It seemed that Mrs. Granger would clean it every half a month.

Ah...wrong, Mr. Granger actually did the cleaning.

"Then I won't come this Christmas...but later if time permits" Cyrus put the luggage on the ground and said goodbye to them in the garden.

There was no heat sparking from the golden portal, beyond which was a modestly decorated house, from which snowflakes drifted into the interior and finally melted on the floor.

"Is there something urgent?" said Mr. Granger.

Too bad, this year only Wendell Granger tackled turkey alone...

"Because of my father... I think I've found a way to restore his memory" The portal behind Cyrus has not been closed, and Hermione has led Stitch, and it has suffered a lot during this time .

"Alright then, let us know if you need anything."

Hermione and Mrs. Granger were the first to enter the room. Mr. Granger waved his hand and was suddenly stopped when he was about to enter the room.

"Mr. Granger! I want to know something..."

"you say?"

"Why did you let me live in your house?" Cyrus probably didn't make it right, and added, "I mean...I was just friends with Hermione at the time..."

"No reason!" Mr. Granger interrupted his question by raising his hand, "Who knows what I thought at the time, but little Hermione really only had you as a friend at that time... Or maybe I was just plain poor?"

Or maybe it was just in 1991, when he and his wife got their brains hot and painted it smoothly, unexpectedly, they gradually got used to Cyrus living in their house.

In short, the only thing that is certain: no one regrets it.

"Any more questions?" Mr. Granger said with a smile.

"No..." Cyrus nodded ignorantly, he was only occasionally curious, "Then I'll be leaving...but I'll go back to school with Hermione then"

But is that really the case?

This is a lie! !

The reason why Cyrus could live in Hogwarts before school started was not at all because of what Wendell Granger said, but mainly because of what his wife had whispered to him at the bedside.

She said that when she passed by her daughter's room at night, she heard little Hermione praying for a shooting star...

It was a kind of grief that outsiders could not understand. As a mother, Monica almost fainted. After she returned to the room, she talked a lot with her husband. She was very worried about little Hermione's interpersonal relationship.

The Grangers' 'love' for Hermione was as silent as spring rain at five o'clock in the morning.

Under the conditions permitted by law and morality, they will satisfy Hermione, as long as she is happy...

"Oh~ forget it, it's better than getting out of the fireplace..." John sighed, looking at Cyrus who got out of the portal, a little speechless.

Especially with the casual plush jacket, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

"That's all the information available now. The wizarding society hasn't started investigation yet." Cyrus nodded calmly to John and Humphrey, "I've even abandoned Christmas...My lord Prime Minister"

"Let's take a break first, the investigation of the wizarding society needs to be done as soon as possible... There is no way, among the wizards I know, you are the only ones"

In a narrow sense, it is called 'wizards belonging to Britain'; in a broad sense, it is called 'wizards belonging to ordinary humans'.

Humphrey had never seen this human being before, it went in and out of the buildings in Downing Street every day, but this face was familiar, so he closed the cookies on the plate with cat's paws like a food protector.

John rang the bell on the table, and then a servant came in with Earl Gray tea.

Just after brewing, after taking a sip, you will taste the aroma and sweetness of oranges, add a little milk aroma, and finally the sweetness of the tea itself. It is said to be tea, but it is actually more like a drink.

"Cough... You will probably see the children on this list next year." John had a list of people who hadn't arrived yet.

Cyrus can see a little: Kevin Whitby, Stuart Ackley, Euan Abercrombie, etc.

"Freshman in 1994?"

"According to the start time of your school, yes...they are all children from various orphanages and some ordinary families. We found through personnel chats and investigations that more or less strange things will happen to them"

This 'strange thing' is probably a magic riot.

"Don't be nervous, admission is really a good thing for them," Cyrus said about the background and risks of Moran.

"So... the wizard doesn't seem to be going as smoothly as expected?" John sipped his black tea, his mind cleared up, "I've already made arrangements for your father."

John passed the annual inspection and allowed Annie Klein to take a paid leave for a period of time, but he still couldn't check for any injuries.

Because Annie Klein is so far the known survivor of the 'gas leak' incident more than ten years ago, and the rest of the people have long forgotten this incident because of the memory spell.

Only Cyrus' father had any memory.

"Thank you~"

"Don't be too polite, because you are very lucky..." John said meaningfully, "If my age is a few years later and I am about to retire, maybe I won't be so motivated."

He suddenly thought of Churchill's scolding, his face collapsed, and he said, "By the way... that museum misses you and your father a little... I'm the prime minister, not a museum keeper"

This incident really hurt him. While Klein was resting, John was caught by the Big Four...ah no, the Big Five were patrolling the museum at night with their necks twisted. They said: Since Annie Klein is on vacation, then this There is always something that needs to be done.

So...John Mayley was honored to be pushed up.

"Who did you put in?" Cyrus asked curiously.

The Big Four turned into the Big Five? ? (Arthur is certainly not a giant, because he is Merlin's little fan)

"Well...Napoleon Bonaparte..."

"......"

ah?Who is more ruthless than Churchill for scolding the British Prime Minister?Napoleon?that's all right...

(The two chapters are barely 6800 words, and I can’t hold it anymore, Gan... I’m really not used to updating more than 6000 words every day)

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