Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The reporter in the audience wanted to ask more questions, but someone next to him beat him to the question and he lost the opportunity.

In a building not far away, the Prime Minister, with a bandage on his forehead, was observing the speech and press conference outside the Presidential Residence on a large screen.

Next to him stood Amelia Bones and Lynn, who had changed into Muggle clothes.

Without a moment's rest, he crossed the Atlantic Ocean and rushed to this place where a storm of public opinion was brewing.

“I want to apologize for not telling you what happened, and thank you for all the hard work you’ve put into this, Mr. Major,” he said in a tone that was unusually respectful.

"I know it's not easy for you either, and I believe this was the best option under the urgent circumstances at the time. We all did what we could."

The Prime Minister stared at the screen intently. "However, for many things, we can decide how to start, but we cannot determine how it will end. We can only do our best."

Looking at the reporters who were bombarding the French president one after another, and thinking of the conversation more than an hour ago, he secretly prayed in his heart that everything would go well, just like the one last month.

Compared with the turmoil in the public opinion field and the attacks from political opponents, the truth of these events is a more powerful bombshell.

He has a scale in his heart to measure what is more important, and the retiring French president also has a scale in his heart.

Standing in this position, they all have this only choice.

Whether for the sake of national and political party interests or for the sake of the entire secular society, covering up the traces of the existence of wizards and monsters is the approach that best meets the needs of the majority of people at present and in the future.

But it also means a huge mess.

"I believe in you, Mr. Eric." The Prime Minister's face, which had lost a lot of weight in just a few days, showed joy. "That's why I am willing to respect and help you."

His gaze was fixed on Lynn, and they could both see each other's dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

Lin En lowered his head slightly, paused and said: "I understand the sacrifices made by you and Mr. President. A wizard will not turn a blind eye to this, nor will he betray his friends."

As the most powerful wizard alive today, his promise carries unparalleled weight.

The Prime Minister was also well aware of this. The stone that had been hanging in his heart for many days finally fell to the ground, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

At the same time, he also understood more deeply the meaning of the conversation at Buckingham Palace before departure.

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The end of the press conference did not mean the end of the incident, but instead opened up a more vigorous round of discussion.

All kinds of news were spreading on television media, newspapers and magazines, and on the streets, and many people linked this incident to the horrific events that took place in Iran not long ago.

There are constant rumors in the community, the most plausible of which is the conspiracy theory of terrorist organizations. Combined with the chaos in Eastern European society in recent years, these speculations have become more and more profound.

At the same time, the US government announced that it would conduct actual combat tests of weapons of mass destruction on an uninhabited island in northern Canada together with its allies.

Although not as devastating as the streets of Paris, the news also caused an uproar in public opinion, and the international situation, which had eased slightly, seemed to become turbulent again.

Under the cover of these big news, the British Prime Minister, who continued his "special visit" with bandages on his wounds, also ended his three-day trip. Although he was not the protagonist, he still earned enough headlines and left France smoothly, leaving behind the anecdote of "bandage diplomacy".

Even because of the subtle feeling of "sharing hardships", the old enemies who had been facing each other across the sea for hundreds of years showed some tendency to reconcile.

The heat of public opinion actually means the cooling of facts.

Lies are not only the cornerstone of politics, but also like strands of spider silk cleverly stacked together to weave a huge web.

There are wizards and Muggles at every node.

Such deep cooperation has almost become a legendary story since the Statute of Secrecy was officially introduced, or even since the formal confrontation between wizards and Muggles in the Middle Ages.

But it is under these scheming and the pressure of the "common opponent" hidden in the dark that cooperation that breaks the boundaries between the secular and the extraordinary becomes a reality.

The fusion of force, wisdom and emotion converges into a giant at the center of the spider web.

But now, this existence whose every move would affect the entire world did not spit out its spider silk slowly and in an interlocking manner as before, but became completely silent.

For many days, there was no movement at all.

Chapter 625 Young People's Dining Table

The thick reddish-brown sauce was bubbling in the iron pot. The large pieces of beef brisket looked particularly tempting against the backdrop of carrots and celery. The rich aroma of wine and thyme mixed together and wafted into the air.

Lin En, whose hair was cut a little shorter, put the lid of the pot back on, looked at the ingredients on the table, turned around and said, "Tell them to serve it in half an hour, so that the main course will be served in just the right amount of time."

"Okay, Professor."

Hermione, who was waiting at the door, smiled sweetly, revealing a few neat white teeth, and ran out skipping.

It was really sad that she was busy helping out on her first visit, which formed a sharp contrast with the other boys who were chattering and playing wizard chess.

There were quite a few guests in the living room.

Like Doris and Cedric's little group - they had just come out of St. Mungo's Hospital.

Doris was lucky enough, as she was smart and managed to escape the battlefield almost unscathed. However, Cedric and Boyce were not so lucky.

One of these two tough Hufflepuffs broke his arm while trying to protect Pavla, while the other was even worse, as he was hit on the thigh by a flying brick and had to stay in bed for several days.

But the most miserable person is Andrew, who almost turned himself into a mummy but was laughing happily while sitting on the sofa.

This young Auror who has a bit of prophetic talent is certainly cautious, but on the battlefield of the Flesh Grinder, caution alone is not enough.

As luck would have it, he happened to catch the monster's first rampage and was blown into the ruins by a gust of wind. He had dozens of wounds of varying sizes on his body and face, but he managed to crawl out. After the battle, he was almost covered in blood. Brian didn't even dare to recognize him. He drank three or four bottles of blood-replenishing potion alone during the few days in the hospital.

But looking at his current appearance, he doesn't seem embarrassed at all. On the contrary, he looks more eye-catching than Bill, who always likes to be in the spotlight. He is chatting and laughing, and looks very proud.

Draco, who was not far from him, was quite reserved. Looking around, he saw almost no acquaintances. He could only talk in a low voice with Astoria, another person he knew well.

They were often together when searching for information. They couldn't say they got along very well, but at least they were familiar with each other.

"Ha! Seven consecutive wins! Who else?!"

In the living room where the noise was in a delicate balance, a loud shout caught everyone's attention.

It's Ron.

He was killing everyone on the chessboard, defeating Harry and his friends, and he began to get carried away, but this only earned him a look of disgust from Hermione.

"What are you yelling about? Come over and help me clean up!"

"……oh."

The chess master, who was only handsome for three seconds, tucked his tail between his legs and left his throne in disgrace. He even forgot to take the chocolate frog he won, which was secretly stolen by Ginny and broken into two halves.

Dumbledore threw the card on the table and watched with a smile as the little witch handed half of it to Harry.

It turns out that without the most skilled person, young people of equal ability can have more fun.

With Luna's help, Neville shook off his previous slump and fought back and forth with Harry, creating a lively scene.

Meanwhile, Ron walked into the restaurant and saw Percy and Penelope being affectionate while working. He pouted calmly and deliberately moved to the side, but Hermione grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to the side.

"Professor Fox said there are some drinks in the basement warehouse over there. Please move them up. I need to help tidy up the tables and chairs, so I don't have time."

The dignified little witch put her hands on her waist and gave orders. Ron, with a bitter face, did not dare to refuse. He could only sigh and run to do the hard labor. As a result, before he reached the door, he was knocked off balance by two black shadows running out.

"Hey! Fred! George! I almost fell!"

He raised his arms and roared, but was ignored by his two brothers.

Even Charlie, who came out later with a few bottles of red wine, just smiled as he passed by.

Then there were several young wizards whom he didn't know but who all seemed vaguely familiar. Except for Bill and Charlie, the oldest ones were only around twenty years old.

"The work is done. You should go back too. Dinner should be served soon." Euphemia, who was the last to leave the basement, closed the door and reminded softly.

"……Eh?"

Looking at his empty hands and then at Hermione who was busy in the restaurant, Mr. Weasley, who was not known for his wisdom, felt very surprised.

Just as I was wondering, a voice sounded behind me.

"Professor Fox, is there anything else you need our help with? My arm is fully healed now, so I should have no problem doing something."

Turning around, I saw that it was indeed Cedric, and Pavla, who was inseparable from him and now holding hands with him.

Looking again, she found that the restaurant had grown much larger without her noticing, and it looked like a banquet hall. Hermione was standing by the wall, gently patting her hands that were not stained with dust, and smiling happily.

"Everything is ready, just take a rest. The kitchen today is Lynn's private territory." Euphemia said half seriously and half jokingly, "Except for the house elves in Beauxbatons who help him in the kitchen, no one can enter." After thinking for a moment, she added playfully, "Not even me."

"Pfft-"

Pavla laughed out loud, and Cedric couldn't help but turn his head away.

At this moment, Ron's stomach made a gurgling sound, and became the focus of everyone's attention - this was a timely signal.

It's time to eat.

Young guys like him are at the age when they eat the most but get hungrier the fastest, and their stomachs are more accurate than clocks.

Euphemia smiled faintly and walked briskly towards the dining room, where she could soon hear cheers from the living room.

There is also the aroma of food wafting slowly from the kitchen.

Even a picky person like Furong can't find any fault with it. This is specially prepared for young people like them who have not graduated or have graduated recently.

Soon, everyone who sat down was served a glass of sparkling wine to go with the appetizer of ham and cheese rolls.

Furong recognized its origin at a glance - after all, a few months ago, she often went to Madame Maxime's office to play and visit, and knew her wine cabinet very well. She was also influenced by Lynn early on and knew a lot about table wine.

More people are concerned about the appetizers themselves and the main dishes that will follow these bite-sized snacks.

The young carnivores can't wait.

But they all sat obediently at the table, their eyes fixed on Lin En, who had just taken off her apron and sat down at the main seat.

Some of those present had just attended the Stargazers' general meeting yesterday, and they were feeling both triumphant and sad.

This was different from those joyous students, and also different from Lin En who personally cooked the celebratory banquet, but as they spent more time together, they could understand each other to some extent.

Feeling the various gazes, Lin En raised his glass and said cheerfully, "I know everyone is in a different mood, but we are gathered here today not to reminisce about the past or to look forward to the future, but just to reward everyone who has given a lot in the past period of time. Because I cherish and enjoy welcoming the brief and irreplaceable present with you."

There was a brief silence.

Cedric was the first to raise his glass and said solemnly, "The professor has taught me more than once that the difference between victory and failure is greater than the sum of all the modifiers that precede them. I believe that many people have understood this sentence under the influence of reality."

His eyes swept over the crowd, first Pavla, then Doris and Bill, and then more and more people.

Even the dullest person can understand the meaning of these words, not to mention that the young people who can sit at this table, even if they are not extremely talented, have their own strengths.

They raised their glasses one after another, and a smile gradually appeared on Cedric's face, and his expression became relaxed.

But he didn't notice that Euphemia's eyes kept wandering among the crowd and gradually fell on him.

Lin En's gaze was still gentle, and his deep eyes concealed thousands of unknown thoughts.

At the same time, a Muggle postman put the newspaper in the mailbox in front of the door and hurried away on his bicycle.

Chapter 626 Thoughts and Strategies

Lynn's dish is French cuisine, but he doesn't stick to tradition. Instead, he takes the appetites of teenagers into full consideration. After the main course, the little gourmets are very satisfied with their meal.

There were even some underage wizards who secretly replaced their drinks with red wine, drinking until their faces turned red, thinking they were hiding it, but in fact they had been seen clearly long ago.

But on this occasion, whether it was to relieve their pressure or to celebrate the joy of victory itself, Lynn did not stop them, but expressed his encouragement with silence.

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Andrew, who was drunk and injured, was already a little dizzy, in sharp contrast to Luna who was sitting next to him - there was no doubt that among the young people who stole wine, this girl who was known for her rebelliousness was not only a participant, but also a leader in secret.

She had a small carrot ornament hanging on her ear, her face was calm but curious, and she whispered to the people around her from time to time, but her eyes were always wandering among the crowd.

It's like thinking about something important.

However, there is probably no one in this world who can keep up with the pace of this little witch. Not her father, not her classmates, and even her teacher Lin En sometimes falls behind.

But unlike most people's views, Lynn always respected and valued this wonderful personality and potential, which was one of the important reasons why he acquiesced to Firenze's individual tutoring of her and Neville.

At this moment, she is still the most special person here.

And when her gaze briefly passed over Lin En, those ethereal silver eyes would always flash with subtle doubts and surprises - she found that she saw nothing.

This was something that had never happened before and must be hiding a secret, which aroused her extremely strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

But she said nothing.

At least on this occasion today, she knew very clearly what she should and should not say.

Among the "things to do", the most important thing is to observe the Weasley twins who are always livening up the atmosphere and making jokes. Their performance today was still stable.

Two bright flowers hung on the ears of two young men who were almost indistinguishable from their appearance, Fred on the left and George on the right, swaying slightly as the two men sang and joked in unison.