Homecoming from Hogwarts

"It's you!"

The Prime Minister jumped out of his chair before he realized what he was doing!
Although he consciously wanted to maintain his dignity in front of the two high-ranking people from the alternative group hidden among the masses, he couldn't help but scold them with a livid face.

“You guys did all this, oh, it’s so unfair!

I've been worrying about this for the entire week!

Why do you have to keep explaining to reporters all the time about the trouble you've caused? My government is not testing nuclear weapons underground in London, and that giant in the Far East has not sent bombers and steel torrents to Britain!

You guys

The Prime Minister gasped.

“You should stand up and take the initiative to take responsibility!”

Amosta and Amelia looked at each other.

“Do you really need us to step up and explain everything to your people?”

Amosta spoke in a gentle voice.

"Excuse me, although I personally have reservations about the policy that wizards in various countries have been implementing for centuries, which is to completely separate the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

But I think we can all agree that it would be more chaotic than it would be if you rashly revealed the magical world to your people."

Hmm...

The Prime Minister was speechless. After a moment, he sat back on the sofa dejectedly.

The vice chairman is right. Even if the giant from the Far East really drives a torrent of steel to the suburbs of London, the riots caused may not be as big as people knowing that there is real magic in this world!

"Well, Mr. Prime Minister—"

Amelia glanced at the antique clock in the corner, and then looked at the Prime Minister seriously.

"Can I assume that you have fully accepted the existence of the magical world and have fully realized the harm that the existence of Voldemort, the most evil wizard in history, has brought to our two worlds?"

"What kind of trouble has he caused?"

The Prime Minister suddenly raised his head, looked at Amelia and said coldly,
"You just said that the black terrorist named Voldemort has committed many vicious incidents in the UK. What are they?"

"In 1972, the small town of Kaobis in northeast Yorkshire experienced a mudslide caused by a mountain torrent. The entire town was submerged and more than people were killed;"

Amosta gently shook the glass, stared at the yellow wine, and recalled quietly.

"In 1973, a small earthquake in Derbyshire in the middle of the country caused the small town of Plummer to fall into a fissure, resulting in more than a thousand casualties.
In 1975, a typhoon blew Lopandica in Suffolk into the sky, killing all residents and livestock.

the Lancashire bombing of 1976;
In 1977, a tsunami struck off the south coast of Worthing, killing more than people;

As Amostas spilled out one thing after another, veins popped out on the Prime Minister's forehead and his face became darker and darker!
"enough!"

The Prime Minister gritted his teeth and said,
"I understand who this Voldemort is!"

The Prime Minister's breathing became rapid, his chest puffed up, and he had an urge to smash the wine glass in front of him to the ground!

Each of those disasters that the vice president downplayed led to extremely dire consequences, huge casualties and property losses. If any one of them had occurred during his term of office, it would have been enough to get him and his government into trouble!

It was totally unexpected that these disasters were not caused by the capricious nature, but were actually caused by humans!
"Please be kind!"

The Prime Minister squeezed out a sound through his teeth.

"Let's get rid of that guy called Voldemort as soon as possible, okay?"

"Dear Prime Minister—"

Amosta's tone was still gentle.

"For nearly thirty years, those righteous wizards have been working hard for this. The sacrifices made by wizards are no less than those made by Muggles. But I hope you understand that it is not an easy task to disintegrate his power. We still need some time--"

“Some time.”

The Prime Minister is about to collapse.

"Well, I hope those reporters and my constituents can be more tolerant!"

"Now that you understand the situation, let's cut to the chase, Prime Minister—"

Amelia said sternly,

"We are here today for two reasons. The first is that the Ministry of Magic needs to place some people around you. Out of courtesy, we think we should inform you in advance."

"Put someone in place!"

The Prime Minister jumped up for the second time tonight, he was shocked and angry,
"Why?!"

"To protect you, of course—"

Amelia said solemnly, "As the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, if you are under the Imperius Curse, the Muggles will be in trouble, so the Ministry of Magic has an obligation to protect your safety."

The Imperius Curse

The Prime Minister shuddered. Judging from the name, this didn't seem to be a good spell.

"This spell can control a person's mind. Once you are under the Imperius Curse, even if the person who cast the spell orders you to detonate a nuclear bomb in London, you will do it without hesitation--"

Amosta also stopped writing and said solemnly,

"What's worse is that this spell is not too difficult to learn. Even a teenage wizard can perform it well after practicing a few times.

Therefore, we have to guard not only against Voldemort and his minions, but also against some antisocial people whose evil intentions have increased due to the disruption of the order of the wizarding world. It is very necessary to protect you from being threatened or harmed by wizards—"

boom--

I would not hesitate to detonate a nuclear bomb in London
The Prime Minister looked dejected, as if he had lost his parents, and collapsed on the sofa again.

"You seem to have no objection to this point, so let's talk about the second thing--"

Amosta took over the speech and looked at the Prime Minister calmly.

"No one can predict how the current war between the righteous people in the wizarding world and Voldemort will turn out. For example, the dark magic forces throughout Europe and the Ministry of Magic of various countries will go to war in the streets of London."

Cough!

The Prime Minister's pale face suddenly turned red and he began to cough violently.

"I-I'm fine."

The Prime Minister covered his heart with one hand and covered his mouth with a handkerchief he took out from his suit pocket with the other hand, looking painful.

"Can I provide you with some assistance?"

Amosta asked very considerately,
"There are some magic tricks that can ease your pain."

"No need!"

The Prime Minister waved his hands vigorously.

"I-I'm fine, you can--continue, Chairman Brain!"

"Okay, so suppose the situation I just described really happens, and a decisive battle for the entire European wizarding world takes place in London--"

Amosta said,
"If we don't prepare in advance, then the exposure of the wizarding world to the whole world will be inevitable due to the advanced technology of Muggles. In order to prevent such a terrible situation from happening——"

Amosta paused for a moment,
"The Ministry of Magic intends to establish a magical ward around London from now on.

When the war breaks out in the wizarding world, the barrier will be activated immediately. At that time, the city of London will be separated. Before the war is over, all means of interaction between you and the outside world will be cut off. This will also make it easier for the Ministry of Magic to clean up the memories of London residents. Of course, during the isolation period, London residents may feel panic. "

Maybe panic?
The Prime Minister's expression was simply numb.

"That's the situation—"

Amelia stood up.
"The person sent by the Ministry of Magic to protect you will be on duty tomorrow. You don't have to bother arranging a position for him. The wizards can handle it all by themselves--"

You can arrange a job for yourself without me having to worry about it. Oh, that's really thoughtful.

The Prime Minister was in a daze, thinking until the two people who came to visit him suddenly tried to walk into the fireplace again, and then he came to his senses.

"Wait, you two!"

the Prime Minister shouted.

Turning back, Amosta looked at the Prime Minister who was sitting beside the sofa with a desperate look on his face.

"Anything else, Mr. Prime Minister?"

"For God's sake!"

The Prime Minister gasped and shouted in collapse,
"Let's finish that Voldemort off as soon as possible, okay!"

Amosta and Amelia exchanged glances, their lips twitching slightly, and they nodded slightly towards the most powerful man in Britain.

"Yes, Prime Minister—"

Wizard Magic
Only the Prime Minister's office returned to silence again, with only the embers in the fireplace making soft popping sounds from time to time.

The Prime Minister stared at the flickering flame in the fireplace, his expression changing constantly.

"More than 60,000 wizards. I just don't believe it—"

The Prime Minister's breathing became increasingly disordered. Suddenly, he rushed to his desk and picked up a phone.
"Bernard, get Humphrey to see me, now!!!" (End of this chapter)