I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 498: All parties gather in London
"Location?" Owen repeated Hermione's words, frowning slightly, as if thinking about what she meant by "location".

His voice seemed a little vague in the wind and snow, but Hermione heard it clearly. She hugged the boy's hand tightly, as if she wanted to pass on more warmth to him.

The young wizard took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, the location - balance."

"Balance is the lifeblood of world peace. Without balance, people will kill each other, countries, races, wizards, everyone."

"Now the Muggles are starting to get the hang of it. Which I don't think is a bad thing."

"What do you mean?" Owen let go of her hand and directly hugged the girl's waist. The two of them walked forward step by step close together. The coldness in the wind and snow seemed to be dispelled by their body temperature.

"We've talked about this before, haven't we?" Hermione leaned her head against the boy's chest.

"The wizard population is too small for the entire world."

"And now, Muggles are beginning to realize the existence of the wizarding world and are trying to understand and accept it. Although this will bring some confusion and anxiety, it will also bring the two worlds closer together."

"That being said." Owen's expression changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "I didn't expect that, dear Miss Granger, you have seen so far."

"But the integration of the two races is bound to be full of difficulties. Not to mention the resistance from the Muggles, the foreseeable resistance from the pure-blood wizards alone is not likely to be small."

“Always Do It”

"Maybe decades, hundreds of years." The girl's bright eyes flickered with a light that surpassed the stars.

Owen was stunned for a moment.

After a moment, he came to his senses.

"I can't bear the thought that the world hasn't changed at all since I left.

The sun rises as usual, and wizards, Muggles, and the country are still in chaos.

Since I have been here, I should carve my name on it.

Isn't it? "

Owen nodded deeply, he gently stroked Hermione's soft hair, his eyes showing determination and appreciation.

When she wasn't paying attention, the scarf was suddenly pulled down, hers and his.

Then kissed him.

Hermione was startled by this sudden action, and she stared at Owen's face, which was enlarged in front of her eyes. However, when she felt the warmth from Owen's lips, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated and her cheeks began to heat up slightly.

Owen held her tightly, his kiss was deep and passionate, as if he wanted to melt her in his arms. Hermione's mind went blank for a moment, then she came back to her senses.

Then he began to respond superficially.

After a long while, Owen finally let her go. "Well - I'll carve mine first."

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October 27, 1996.

A new day begins when the sun rises.

The sun was shining brightly, shining through the apartment window onto the bed.

The light was not strong, so it did not wake Jill up immediately.

Her brows gathered together.

It seems like I'm having a nightmare.

After that terrifying night in August when she was almost eaten, she had the same dream for several nights in a row.

In the dream, all his friends, even Chris, were dead except himself.

Either they were eaten by those ferocious monsters, or they were killed by meteorites.

Flame - blue flame will eventually consume her.

Then, she would wake up.

“Hoo—no!”

On the bed, Jill opened her eyes suddenly, her lips trembling constantly, and the words she had just shouted echoed in the room that had returned to silence. The sound was not a scream, but just a few faint cries.

She remained motionless, took a few deep breaths, slowly let go of the Beretta loaded with bullets under the pillow, and her right hand reached for the pistol as if by reflex.

This shouldn't be considered a bad habit.

Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I stared at the Beretta in my hand, recalling that memory.

"Actually, this thing is of no use at all." Jill said to herself. During this period, she seemed to have become very prone to talking to herself, and sometimes even felt that this was the only way to stay sane.

Those seemingly mocking words are actually more of a helpless act.

After all, compared to a wizard who can summon meteorites at will.

The power of this pistol is simply ridiculous.

Over the past two months, she has become more and more fond of high-powered weapons. However, the current special period does not support her to carry high-powered weapons in the city.

Get up slowly.

Bright light shone through the blinds into the dim little room, and the digital clock on the bedside table was still flashing. Although she was grateful that the batteries were not exhausted, she also noticed that time was passing much faster than she thought - it was almost nine o'clock in the morning.

"Damn it!" she yelled.

I immediately rushed into the bathroom and started washing up.

After washing and changing clothes, I finally went out at nine o'clock.

Of course, she would be late for the morning meeting.

Jill walked quickly to the parking lot, found her car, opened the door and sat down.

It was a black sixth-generation Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Theoretically, it doesn't belong to her now and is considered a government car.

After the Battle of Berlin, she originally wanted to retire directly, leave Europe and return to the United States.

Maybe in the future she will choose to be a police officer in Phoenix.

But before that, she will choose to go to Hawaii to relax for a while.

But just two days after she submitted her discharge application.

A mysterious man came to her.

The other party didn't promise anything, but just one sentence made her decide to join the other party.

——Don’t you want to avenge the hundreds of thousands of Berlin people who died?
Yes—this was an offer she couldn't refuse.

The vehicle drove out of the underground parking lot.

With the window rolled down, the warm air, filled with the smell of freshly cut grass, ruffled her wet hair and caressed her face.
The streets were crowded with people.

Everyone looked heavy-hearted.

Gathered together in twos and threes.

Jill stopped at a traffic light.

He looked up at the surveillance cameras on the street.

She remembered that there were only three cameras here yesterday, but today there were five.

And there was - a device she was not familiar with located to the side of those cameras.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon - why is time passing so slowly? I can't wait!"

"It seems that access to Westminster is off-limits. Only journalists and some representatives from various countries can enter."

"They're probably worried about unrest."

"Unrest? Will those demons attack the Special Court?"

"Who knows? They are demons, how can we guess what they are thinking?"

A group of people were at the intersection, arguing loudly.

Jill knew exactly what they were discussing.

Today - at 3pm, a special court in Westminster will sentence a wizard captured on the battlefields of Europe.

This was the first time in history that a real wizard was captured and tried by them.

This caused a sensation.

It is said that almost all countries in Europe sent representatives to London to observe the trial.

France even sent its second-in-command, the Prime Minister.

The German Chancellor was also present in person.

In short - today will be a milestone in history.

Some people's names are destined to go down in history.

The red light turned green.

Jill stepped on the accelerator hard, the car continued to accelerate, and soon drove into the city of Westminster.

On the east side of the bridge, her car was stopped.

She was released safely only after she showed her ID and today's secret phrase.

Ten thirty in the morning.

City of Westminster, on a street beside the Thames.

At any time, this river that nurtured the splendid English civilization would be filled with busy merchant ships, but today it was surprisingly calm, with only a few cruise ships floating slowly on the river.

There are many famous places of interest along the upper reaches of the Thames.

For example, the famous Eton College, Oxford University, Windsor Castle, etc.

Jill's destination was the Victoria Building on the banks of the Thames.

She parked the car and then ran straight into the building without stopping.

After going through layers of inspection, I finally arrived at the third floor.

Her department office.

The office door was open, and the voices of the men talking loudly could be heard in the corridor.

For a moment, Jill hesitated. She could hear her boss' voice among them.

Mr. James Bond, who always says, "There's more to the world than that," is a man who looks meticulous but always has a smile on his face. He has a very ordinary appearance. Unless he takes the initiative to expose his extraordinary temperament, no one would notice him if he is thrown into a crowd of people.

Jill shook her head when she heard his voice; she knew very little about this gentleman.

All I know is that he was an elite agent of the British MI6, one of the top soldiers, and was recently transferred to their department.

The authority is so high that there is a rumor in the department that only the Queen, the Prime Minister and his immediate superior know the specific identity information of this gentleman.

As for this gentleman, no one knows what kind of impressive "achievements" he has, at least no one in the department knows.

"Specific mission: unknown. Enemy: unknown. Target: unknown." The man said calmly, his eyes sweeping over Jill who walked into the office.

Said nothing.

"I won't tell you anything about the mission because I don't know either."

The man did not express anger at Jill's lateness because he knew that Jill would inevitably suffer psychological trauma after experiencing the Battle of Berlin, which was objectively present in almost all the participants.

This kind of psychological trauma will breed the most primitive concept of revenge in people's hearts, making it impossible for these people to betray or hesitate in any way during the mission.

It's a double-edged sword.

"But each of you will receive an envelope like this." The man held up the envelope on the table, his expression calm. "After the meeting, everyone will randomly draw their own envelope. Open it at 2 pm and go to the corresponding location according to the task instructions in the letter."

"The rest of the time, we will carry out our daily tasks as normal."

"So now, ladies and gentlemen, go about your business." The man stood up straight and looked at everyone. "History will remember this day as just an ordinary day in an ordinary year."

After saying that, he walked out of the office.

The rest of the people seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and everyone had a serious expression on their face.

Everyone slowly stood up, took out their envelopes, and left quickly.

As efficient as a machine, without any unnecessary movements or words.

Jill quietly lined up behind everyone else.

She waited until the last person in the office left before she picked up the last letter on the table.

The envelope was heavy, and there seemed to be something like a button inside.

It's more than just a letter.

Jill didn't complain about it, she just turned around.

Then return to the parking lot.

As her superiors said, she still has her own daily tasks.

From a distance, she saw a young woman standing next to an ordinary silver Chevrolet in the parking lot, looking at her.

Only then did Jill remember that the man seemed to be her partner in the 'daily mission'.

"Hello." Jill walked up and greeted the woman.

"Hello." The woman responded simply.

"Sienna." Jill said her code name.

"Alice."

"Alice?" This code name is too casual.

In the English-speaking world, this name is almost the same as Zhang Wei.

Jill looked at the woman in front of him with burning eyes.

From the appearance, Alice has short, shiny black hair, is capable and neat, has a strong figure, and clear muscle lines. You can tell at a glance that she has strong physical fitness and fighting power.

Wearing a women's suit that can be seen everywhere on the street.

Add a touch of heroism.

The two got into the Chevrolet.

After all, Jill was on a mission, so it was impossible for her to drive around in the city in the Rolls-Royce that she had borrowed from her boss.

There was another person in the car.

As a female as well, I don’t know if this was arranged intentionally by my boss.

Jill was in the passenger seat.

Alice started the engine, and soon the car drove out of Victoria Building and headed towards Westminster Abbey.

Where is their mission destination?

"I heard that you also came back from Berlin." The woman sitting in the back seat broke the silence first, her voice calm and firm.

"Well, I went through a lot in the Battle of Berlin." Jill nodded, and a complex emotion surged in her heart as she recalled those difficult days.

"Me too." The woman said calmly, "Valerie, you can call me V."

“Sienna,” Jill said. “I like the name Valerie, and V—and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice.”

"Maybe." V fell silent again and turned to look out the window.

Today is not a sunny day.

It's a cloudy day.

There had been some sunshine in the morning, but now, dark clouds were drifting in from the Scottish Highlands, slowly covering the entire city.

Dark clouds seemed to be falling, and depression began to grow inside the car.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

On the other side, on a high-rise building in London, Lee Jordan, a trainee Auror who had been training for two and a half years, was excitedly staring at the busy metropolis below.

"Oh - Merlin! I've never seen London from such a height."

After admiring the scenery for a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Tonks. Do Auror trainees get paid?"

"Yes, you've asked several times!" Tonks looked like she had a headache. She rubbed her forehead hard and was very dissatisfied with the newcomer recommended by Lupin.

She admitted that this young man who had just graduated from Hogwarts had a very high level of magic skills, otherwise he would not have been able to get a letter of recommendation from Lupin (professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the second semester of the previous academic year).

But his personality is too eccentric and he is not suitable to be an Auror at all.

It must be that the Ministry of Magic is short of manpower, otherwise she would never agree to let him join the Auror team.

"No, I'm asking, the department has urgently assigned me to patrol this damn place, will there be a bonus?" Li Qiaodan asked again.

Strictly speaking, he is not yet an Auror. The Auror training course lasts three years. He just graduated this year, so no matter how outstanding he is, he still needs a year or two to accumulate experience.

The Ministry of Magic really couldn't spare any manpower this time, so they sent him, a trainee, over.

"No! Lee Jordan, pay attention when you're working." Tonks yelled, trying to use her aura as an Auror senior to subdue the jumpy little guy.

But Li Qiaodan didn't buy her trick at all. He kept on talking, "Oh my God! This is oppression and exploitation. I suggest we go on strike immediately to protest!

I really can't imagine that the Ministry of Magic would be so stingy. If Owen were here, he would definitely go back to the ministry and kick the Minister's ass hard.

"Oh - look at my robe, I've been wearing it for two years. I wore this when I graduated, and I'm still wearing this now. The hood has a big hole, and I used my previous school uniform to mend it." Listening to the noise in her ears, Tonks's expression was completely broken. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and roared, "Shut up!"

"No one wants to know the story of you mending your hat with your pants. If you dare to say another word, I will pull out your tongue and tie your mouth!" Sure enough, this loud laugh was very effective. Li Qiaodan was frightened and quickly shut his mouth.

But it was only a moment, and his classic Quidditch commentator's words came out, "Huh? Is there a spell to pull out a person's tongue? Is it Transfiguration? Ma'am, maybe we can communicate, I learn spells very quickly."

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Tonks suddenly hugged her head, her face full of pain and ferocity, anger rising in her heart.

Just when she couldn't help but want to kick the annoying guy in front of her off the tall building.

Suddenly, there was a "puff" sound beside me.

The person who came was Kingsley.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Tonks's abnormal expression, Kingsley immediately asked.

"Nothing." Gritting her teeth, Tonks took several deep breaths and finally released some of the resentment in her heart. "I finally understand why Moody always says that I'm annoying."

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"Okay, I don't have time to joke with you here."

Kingsley said solemnly.

"Now, you will go to Downing Street immediately. You will be responsible for protecting the Prime Minister."

(End of this chapter)