A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the morning, the Prime Minister spoke in front of 10 Downing Street.

"...The group of wizards really exists. They once held public events as guests of the palace, and their legends are still circulating in some places. However, during the fifteenth and seventeenth centuries, England and the rest of the world were undergoing earth-shaking changes. The Middle Ages with a thousand-year history is coming to an end, the old order has been destroyed, and the new order has not yet been established. Our society has undergone major changes in all aspects. At the same time, the contradiction between wizards and ordinary people has continued to intensify, and some extremely bad things have happened. It turns out that's the scar we left on our journey from thorns to civilization."

"Since then, wizards have chosen to hide their identities, cut ties with the public, and ensure that this is done by creating laws, which they call secrecy laws."

"A week ago, the hidden wizarding society was revealed to the public by an accident, and everyone faced a huge choice - maybe even the most important in recent years. Because the two societies have been separated from each other for so long, they are deeply alien to each other. The ministers of state held numerous meetings, attended by all MPs, including the rare presence of Her Majesty the Queen, and finally reached an agreement: dialogue carefully."

"I am here to openly invite a delegation from wizards. I believe that communication is the first step in resolving disputes..."

The Prime Minister finished, then looked around, waiting for questions from reporters.

"Mr. Prime Minister, do you mean that last week's terrorist activities stemmed from an accident?" a reporter asked sharply, "According to various statistics, although there were no casualties, the nationwide traffic congestion, city shutdown, and individual municipal public The destruction of the facilities caused huge property damage to the country, not to mention that many people were terrified and hospitalized."

"Cough... We have to admit that wizards are also good and bad. The difference is that they master magic, so their individual combat abilities vary greatly. The panic we experience is exactly the same as an extremely evil and powerful dark wizard. Caused by his followers, you should know that name, Grindelwald .

"But he was locked up in the end, imprisoned for half a century, and it was not long ago that he escaped from the wizard prison and planned this operation." The Prime Minister said cautiously: "He wants our society to be divided, so that he can take the opportunity to make a comeback, Britain will not be spared, and the world will not be spared by burning every inch of the land... Given that dire future, we must keep our heads clear and not fall into the trap."

Another reporter asked: "Has the government been hiding the existence of witches from the public? What motivates you to keep it a secret, don't you think it's a violation of the public's right to know?"

The Prime Minister did not answer directly, but took a different angle.

"I think the reason why successive prime ministers have kept secrets at the same time, apart from involving national security secrets, the bigger reason is to avoid panic in the society, because wizards have hidden their identities for hundreds of years, and their images and our imaginations are very big. Different... They set up regimes similar to ours, formed various forms of organizations, such as schools, hospitals, law enforcement agencies, they even had organizations like the United Nations - wizards are also progressing and developing."

After the press conference, the Prime Minister turned around and walked back to No. 10 Downing Street.

"Thank you for everything, Mr Prime Minister," said Kingsley, his assistant, politely.

The Prime Minister stopped.

"You don't understand, get ready for surging public opinion."

Kingsley was a little stunned, but the Prime Minister returned to his office without a word, and stood in front of the window sill looking at the reporters and people who never left. He had a hunch in his heart that everyone would be forced to be involved in a bigger The whirlpool of public opinion, his speech today is the fuse.

But he had no choice.

Whether it is out of national interests or his personal political future, promoting negotiations is the best way. Even the opposition party did not push too hard in this incident. When he produced a copy of the wizard's information, the members of parliament with different political views and belonging to different parties basically voted in favor.

These people are not all sincere, but there is no doubt that none of them want to clean up the mess at this time.

If the current Prime Minister is ousted on the grounds of opposing wizards, then there is only one way left to go: an extremely tough attitude, fully bringing wizards under the control of the government, even at the risk of causing war.

But this approach is actually far more dangerous than launching peace talks. If the peace talks go against some public opinion and are a thrilling tightrope walk, then confronting wizards and forcing them to resist is to set off fireworks on a powder keg.

Opposition parties can gain popular support by instigating and creating extreme slogans, but when the war really breaks out, family members, property, and stable lives will be destroyed. How much those people once supported these MPs, how much they will hate them.

The tone of the Prime Minister's investigation was similar to what he thought. Talk first, test the bottom line in the negotiation, and then continue to seize benefits.

But the world is never short of speculators.

It didn't take long for Felix to receive the news.

"Is it just an invitation? The details haven't been negotiated yet?" he asked in surprise.

"It's set, but the Prime Minister doesn't want to appear too familiar to the public," Ms Burns said. "It's a week from now, 3pm, at the Houses of Parliament."

Felix blinked.

"The Houses of Parliament? Not Buckingham Palace?"

"The Prime Minister did wish to have the meeting at Buckingham Palace at first, but the Queen declined after careful consideration."

Felix smiled. "Huh? Maybe it's because I don't want to show obvious personal tendencies, so as not to cause some extremists to feel bad about it... The Parliament Building is also good, there are many rooms..." He suddenly stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Thinking of something." Felix put away his smile and said solemnly. He remembered the prophecy that Dumbledore had shown him—that is, the picture of the huge anti-Wizard parade. In the picture, in addition to the appearance of Rita Skeeter, there was a prominent sign, which was the background. Parliament Building.

Things seemed to be progressing towards what Grindelwald saw.

Over the past week, it is not that anti-wizard parades have broken out in various places, but they are not very loud. On the one hand, because the matter was only discussed in the newspapers, and the government has not publicly expressed its opinion; on the other hand, because the Ministry of Magic adopted a shrinking strategy, ordinary people could not find the right leader even if they wanted to demonstrate.

The most important thing is that 'Wizard' is a new thing, and opponents need time to form a group.

But it's clear that they now finally have a golden opportunity - the time, a week later; the place, the Houses of Parliament; the characters, the wizarding delegation.

Everything seemed so natural.

Not long after Ms. Burns left, Hermione came with a list.

"At present, more than 30 people have signed up." She handed the parchment to Felix, and said solemnly: "In fact, since we are here, it means that we are willing to contribute to peace. But many people are worried about their performance. Not good enough, they have some suitable candidates in mind..."

"I'm guessing you're one of the people they've put forward, isn't that right, Miss Granger?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

Felix stared at the list fascinated, "I really need to think about it." Since he thought that the appearance in a week's time might be related to the prophecy, he had better be careful. The selected people at least have to pass the psychological quality.

The students completed their assignment to sort newspapers for the day, and near noon, some went home through the school fireplace, while others stayed at school to discuss today's news. They are basically sixth and seventh graders, adults or close to adulthood, and they look like adults in terms of conversation and clothing.

Because it was the summer vacation, these students did not wear school uniforms. The common struggle and the common enemy for the past few days brought them together, regardless of each other.

These phenomena were seen by the professors who stayed in the school, who were delighted with this change, and if the timing was not right, they might have happily held a few banquets. Slughorn definitely had the idea.

As he walked through the hall, Felix saw Snape. He stood before the descending stairs, seemingly waiting for a while.

"Is something wrong, Severus?"

Snape looked up at Felix, and he asked in a neutral tone, "Is the time set?"

"Next week," Felix quipped, "it's exciting, isn't it?"

Snape would not answer such questions, he continued: "Are you going to bring a group of students to negotiate with the Muggle government?"

"It's not a negotiation, um--similar to a group round of players from both sides before a big Quidditch match." Felix thought for a while to express his thoughts, "Young faces help distinguish them from Grindelwald's saints. Open, and..." he said while thinking, trying to clear his mind, "I'm thinking about how to show part of my strength without leaving a trace, isn't that what negotiation is like? Show sincerity, show muscle... But the way is very important, you can't show it. Too aggressive. Is there anything you can do?"

"That's your business," Snape said coldly, and he turned, his robes fluttering behind him, "follow me."

Felix was a little confused, but followed Snape to his office anyway. The door opened, Snape flashed into the room, and Felix pushed the door open, guessing Snape's intentions. Could it be that some kind of potion has made key progress?

Since he showed several types of lesions, including werewolf and dragon pox, to a group of potions and pharmacists in the Sword Castle, many wizards chose to stay near the Sword Castle to conduct research and share their insights with each other from time to time. Nep has also been there a few times.

The potions professor's office was as dimly lit as ever. Felix's gaze swept across the glass specimen jars lined up against the wall, and finally stopped on Snape, who turned his back to himself, and melted into the darkness.

Snape's body trembled slightly, and one hand supported the table, as if he was trying his best to suppress his inner emotions, like a forbidding snake. Felix caught this strange atmosphere, without urging, standing quietly waiting.

Finally, Snape turned to face him, his eyes calm.

"Use the Disarm Charm on me, Felix."

I really don't have enough at least 4,000 words. I will try to write more tomorrow.