I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 508 My Eternal King!

The idea Owen proposed was more than just a fantasy.

It is a product of the British national conditions and was born out of the country's deep-rooted culture of compromise.

This is what the United Kingdom is like.

Scotland, Wales and England are actually independent countries, but it just happens that the kings of the three countries are the same person.

This understanding is not entirely correct, but the United Kingdom was built on such shaky blocks.

Constitutional monarchy is the product of compromise. If the emerging bourgeoisie is strong enough, the head of the British king should roll at the feet of the people like his French relatives.

"It's a very bold idea." Mr. Hake said without comment, and there was more seriousness in his eyes when he looked at Owen.

The girl in front of me doesn’t look simple at all!

"It's not bold." Owen spread his hands. "That's how it is in Britain. In the future historical process of the global integration of wizards and Muggles, you will definitely go down this path."

“It’s almost inevitable.”

He blinked his eyes, smiled, and stared at the Prime Minister in front of him, "Because they have tried in the past."

"Try?" Mr. Hake's pupils constricted, and a strong and dangerous tsunami was approaching him.

The girl's meaning was clear. In the past, wizards had tried to take control of the country.

"It's a rather chaotic and dark history," Owen said. "But that history proves what I've always thought. That is, wizards are incapable of ruling a huge country. Just like the legendary Camelot Dynasty, this land needs a figure like King Arthur, and Merlin can only serve as a position similar to the Hand of the King."

"And now, Queen - Prime Minister - that's just fine, isn't it?"

He smiled, stood up, and said: "Well, Mr. Harker - I wish you a good appetite, and good-bye."

After saying that, he left the office directly.

The silent Prime Minister and his private secretary in the spare office.

Outside number 10.

Owen looked off into the distance.

In fact, what he said was nothing more than telling the Prime Minister that you were plotting against Miss Granger, trying to turn her into a sword in the hands of the government to stir up the wizarding world. This was also digging your own grave.

Miss Granger has stirred up more than just the wizarding world.

He shook his head, and the scene in his vision gradually became clear.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon.

The heavy rain continued and the sky became dark.

There is rarely any light wherever you look, which is a good thing for Muggles. Thermal imaging or night vision goggles give them better vision than wizards.

Looking to the north, there is a line of grayish-white ancient Gothic buildings from the Rose Dynasty period. They were once magnificent but are now covered with cracks and in ruins.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of gunpowder and sulfur.

It stretches to the Thames River, and the end is often blurred by the heavy rain. The scenery dances in the curtain of raindrops, and the light is bizarre and only a black line can be seen.

Owen looked at that place and felt a subtle and strange feeling of throbbing, which arose in addition to disgust.

In the near distance, the clouds hung low, like huge rocks pressing heavily on the buildings, shrouding the entire city in mist.

In the deep sea sky, Dementors shuttled through it like fish, silently, yet with an inexplicable terror. Their figures loomed in the dark clouds, as if blending into the darkness, making people shudder.

Those black mists were like the devil's lowered fishhooks. They would suddenly drop down and then harass the souls of some poor people on the ground. When white light came on, that was the time when the souls fell into the devil's hands.

The city became eerie and strange, with distorted light and shadows reflected on the windows, as if the faces of Dementors were grinning.

Irving did not participate.

He was walking in the deserted streets, holding a transparent umbrella transformed by his magic wand.

From time to time, bright lights flashed across the dark sky, accompanied by bursts of lion roars coming from the sky.

From far to near, you will arrive here soon.

Dementors are a group of creatures with little "courage". After being expelled by the power of the patronus, they will immediately choose to escape. The little witch is enough to deal with them.

Isn't this what the government represented by Mr. Haq wants to see?
agent?
Owen smiled, and after walking out of the Downing Street area, he Apparated to the top floor of a building.

The wind blew up his long silver hair and the rain outlined his figure.

Over the past tens of millions of years, the unspeakable supreme will has remained like this in the memories of all God's people.

A touch of green. It is the color that represents life.

Just looking down at the city calmly.

In the struggle between people.

God chose to watch.

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In London, the war between mortals and wizards has come to an end.

The heavy rain was still falling, the sound of the rain mixed with a sharp sound like cutting glass, as if it was going to drag the terrified soul into the darkness of eternal damnation.

The water droplets were like densely packed eyes and ghosts, lingering on the bloodstained streets of the ancient city.

Radiating from the city of Westminster in all directions, the city's residents are like frightened birds, curled up in small cages made of steel and concrete.

They were cursed by some unspeakable ghostly god, and the curse made them unable to see the sun.

Even a glimmer of light.

The city's fragile power supply system has long been paralyzed.

As time passed, night gradually approached, and the last ray of dim light was swallowed by the dark clouds.

People's minds slowly collapsed and disintegrated in the stench of gunpowder and some kind of sulfide.

Often, weak and mentally tense people, when seeing the true appearance of the soul-sucking ghost, suddenly go crazy and fall into some kind of hysterical madness. Some people rushed out of the room, embraced the darkness, and their figures disappeared in the pouring rain.

Someone wielded a knife, muttered the Book of Revelation in the Bible, counted his past sins, and then cut his own neck.

In the sewers of the city, the fanatical religious believers who had never been able to hold up their heads began to spread their heresies, advocating that God send a flood to cleanse this unclean world.

The administrators seemed to be under the mental control of a chaotic multidimensional entity outside of time and space, and began to perform some abominable rituals that violated the sacred laws of nature.

Such evil criminal behavior is obviously intolerable to any well-educated person.

The power of God and religion has never been as strong and needed as it is today.

In a Protestant country, where the Queen is equal to God, no one cares about the person on the high throne. They wait from the bottom of their hearts, incarnating into the most traditional and original evangelicals, waiting for Jesus to come to the world to cleanse this filthy world and save their sinful souls.

Wait - just like what Irving is doing now.

He looked at the city with a cold gaze.

Just like the Father in the Trinity of Christ, he judges the world mercilessly.

"Crack!"

"Om-!"

Suddenly, the entire sky seemed to be torn open by someone.

The clouds, carrying the rain, rolled away, it was fire—

An unknown flame suddenly emerged from a point of origin, and then began to burn rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky turned golden as if liquid gilt was invading.

Perhaps the high temperature attracted the charged clouds in the clouds, and thunder and lightning continued to sound in the flames.

There are a few blue and white stripes in the golden color, which is so magical and jaw-dropping.

At this moment, the boundaries between legend and reality are blurred, just like the myths passed down in the past. When the darkest darkness falls, the dawn symbolizes hope, breaking through the sky and illuminating the whole world.

"The Fiery Curse?"

Owen whispered.

The next second, the loud roar of a lion seemed to awaken from ancient history, shaking the hearts of everyone who heard the sound.

The lion was composed of a silvery-white glow, with waves of light emanating from its entire body. The light swept through the surrounding clouds like a radar, and then all the abominable creatures in the sky began to flee in all directions.

In addition, the hidden vampires, werewolves, and [evil omen] monsters began to emerge from the corners, just like water dropped into oil. For some reason, these dark figures all began to attack the witch who released the patronus.

"Maybe an order from the Death Eaters?" Owen guessed.

Compared to Hermione, the heir of ancient magic in Voldemort's cognition, the Prime Minister's value plummeted at this moment.

Killing Miss Granger was perhaps the highest order the Death Eaters had ever received.

Unfortunately for the dark wizard, this was a trap because an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared in the neighborhood.

Dumbledore held up his wand, and one spell after another slowly wove itself into a huge net like deft silk threads.

"Super strong armor to protect you! Solid as a rock! Protect you all!!!"

"The Ultimate Shield Spell! Impenetrable! Protect them all!!!" Behind Dumbledore, more and more wizards appeared.

Owen saw Professor Lupin, Sirius Black, Theseus Scamander, the Goldstein sisters and a dozen other wizards.

All the wizards held up their wands at this moment, and the spells were like gathered fluorescent lights, gathering in the sky and turning into a fragile sky curtain.

And above that sky, Miss Granger's patron saint looked up at the earth with disdain.

As for herself.

Only an illusory shape could be seen because the distance was too far. Vaguely, people seemed to be able to see that it was a girl, a girl holding a sword.

She stands on the back of a British dragon flapping its wings.

An air of compassion emanated from his entire body.

Kindness, integrity, benevolence, loyalty, courtesy, for some reason, anyone could tell these qualities in her just by looking at her.

The silver light shines on this land again and again.

At this moment, time seemed to go back more than a thousand years.

A time when the glory of Camelot still shines.

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The citizens of London who witnessed the miracle had completely lost the ability to think.

They bathed in the light of their patron saint.

Just like the subjects protected by the king more than a thousand years ago,
The mortal's blurred eyes were wrapped in silver light, and he raised his head lifelessly, as if a hanged body, revealing an expression of fanatical joy, accepting salvation.

Staring at all this, Owen frowned slightly.

The Muggle's reaction was what he expected.

Not everyone has an independent soul. Most people are just part of the herd. Moreover, this is a country with a flourishing religious culture. When faced with unknown supernatural powers, even if they know the existence of wizards, they still can't help thinking about mystery and miracles.

Besides, this is not Jesus’ coming to earth.

But the ancient king has returned.

The impact on existing national politics may be more serious than that of God.

Prime Minister Haq cannot be unaware of this situation. Even if he is unaware, wouldn’t the experts in the government, the various psychological, physiological and medical experts, be unaware of it?
This is not about finding an agent at all, but about creating a god.

Do they have any follow-up plans?

Owen felt doubtful.

But no matter what the doubt is, there will definitely be no answer today.

There's nothing more he needs here.

The bells of Westminster Abbey rang, and Owen Apparated away.

He returned to his house in suburban London.

He hasn't been back for more than a year.

This summer he lived in the Black family home and the house in Hogsmeade.

Last year, I did stay there for a few days after returning from Egypt, but it wasn’t long.

But when Owen opened the door, he didn't see any dust or spider webs everywhere.

I guess all this is due to Dobby.

After a simple dinner, he went to bed early.

Tonight, Miss Granger was destined to stay with Professor Dumbledore and the Prime Minister.

He will know tomorrow what they can discuss.

A dreamless night.

It was past ten o'clock the next day when Owen finally got out of bed.

After a simple wash.

He didn't rush out, but made breakfast and turned on the TV in the living room.

Yes, there is a TV in this house.

But Irving hardly ever looked at it, so it just sat in the corner gathering dust.

The current TV programs are really like chewing wax to him, and the old-fashioned vacuum tube big-head TV has a very low picture resolution, which is simply torture for Owen who is used to 2K and 4K LCD TVs.

So he never watches TV.

But today
Such a big thing happened yesterday.

There was no way the TV station wouldn't report it, he just wanted to see what the British media would say.

The flames on the stove were flying, and Owen heard the voice of a person coming from the TV.

The BBC is doing a special interview program and they are summarizing the losses and casualties after the war.

As he was speaking, the host's voice suddenly changed.

It said that there was an important broadcast connection, and then the scene changed, and an ancient castle appeared, and the words "The Queen" appeared on the screen.

Then the picture jumped again, and the next second, a person familiar to all British people appeared on the live TV.

Elizabeth, Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and head of the Commonwealth, sits in grey behind a table decorated with white roses.

Her old face was calm, and an aura of solemnity and dignity came over her.

Then her soft voice sounded.

"We've had a tough day."

"This is a period of destruction for our country. I have every confidence that my government can defend the British people and their property, but this time our enemy is not another country or a terrorist organization." The Queen on TV took a deep breath, a hint of tenacity flashed in her eyes, and then she slowly read out a word in the most authentic British accent.

"wizard.

A dangerous wizard."

"Yes, an evil wizard organization has attacked us." As Her Majesty Elizabeth's voice sounded, her eyes turned to the camera. After that, the camera switched to Buckingham Palace, the devastated land around it, and London, which was already in ruins.

The Queen's voiceover continues: "London has been attacked - the worst single devastation to a city since the Second World War."

"The last time the city was destroyed so badly was in 1940. I was just a girl then, and all I heard on the radio was bad news. Poland fell, France fell, and most of Europe fell into the hands of the Nazis."

"London was bombed by enemy planes all day long. Although I never doubted that we would fail, all kinds of bad thoughts still emerged in my heart. What if the enemy landed in our country? What if most of the land in this country was occupied by the enemy? What if we really lost the war?

"During those years, I have asked myself countless times, what can we do?" When Her Majesty Elizabeth said this, the scene turned to the city of London. The dilapidated city was devastated, but the British flag was still flying on the top of Buckingham Palace.

"But in the end, we all know that the king's government led us to win the war."

"And now, I will once again believe without reservation that my government and all my people on this land will surely defeat all invading enemies without wavering or discouragement. We will hold on to the end! Until the sun shines on this land again!" The queen's words were deafening, and the voice coming from the TV inspired her people over and over again.

At the table, Owen was eating fried eggs and sighing that the Queen's London accent was authentic.

What motivation did those words have for him?
Shit—he’s not British.

If Napoleon or Charles de Gaulle climbed out of their coffins and gave a speech, he might still be moved by a few tenths of a second.

Besides, will the British really buy into this?

The citizens of London are not blind. Yesterday's magnificent miracle has nothing to do with the British government. What they care more about now is the name of the king who has come to the world.

Today is the first day after the war ended, and most people are still in deep fear. In a few days, when the riots subside, many people will gather in front of Westminster Abbey to pray.

It will become the British Wailing Wall.

There is a feeling that only they can understand. After the Battle of London in 1996, the British people, who had suffered from a lost culture, knelt in the hall of Westminster Abbey. When the light shines through the stained glass and casts mottled shadows, this nation will find its eternal spiritual home.

Since the end of the Camelot era, the sleeping king of Avalon has returned.

His subjects will stroke the king's cloak and murmur in tears: "My eternal king -

Today, we are finally back by your side."

(End of this chapter)