Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Wednesday is the most annoying day of the week for the Muggle Prime Minister. It's just plain annoying.

Because he needed to go to the House of Commons Hall in the Palace of Westminster to attend the "Prime Minister's Question Time" which was open every Wednesday at noon. Thinking of the live camera equipment that was about to be faced, and a room full of MPs who were trying their best to show off and humiliate him, the Prime Minister just wanted to put a "Vile Dog Inside" sign on the exquisite old door and didn't want to get close. Neither the ancient solemnity of this neo-Gothic building nor the elegance of the Thames could bring him any good mood.

Especially after a fire dragon was seen flying near Downing Street.

Of course, Kingsley, who claimed to be the Minister of Magic, had promised to clear everyone else's memory and only remember himself.

The Muggle Prime Minister sat down with a smile on his face, but he couldn't help complaining in his mind that he had only been in office for about six months, but he had to deal with things that were not within his scope of responsibility. He had once criticized the former Prime Minister in the House of Commons, but now he had become someone who could only quibble and could not come up with a solution.

How can there be such a thing as magic in this world? How can there be a group of people who are wizards? The Muggle Prime Minister was told this shocking secret by the previous Prime Minister on the night he won the election, and was forced to have a friendly exchange with the Minister of Magic Kingsley through a portrait. He was so scared that night that his wife thought he was too happy because of the success of the election.

After learning about the existence of the magical world, some of the questions that had puzzled him before suddenly had answers, such as the cases of partial memory loss in the hospital that did not conform to medical laws, the pictures that were believed to be post-processed to record supernatural phenomena, and the mysterious disappearances that piled up in the files and could not be solved by the police.

While the Muggle Prime Minister was still in a daze, the questioning process had already begun. He pretended to be calm and glanced at the MPs who were staring at him eagerly. Even his colleagues seemed to be trying to replace him.

In order to show that the whole process is open and fair, in addition to the live broadcast, curious tourists can also come in to watch the public execution when there are vacancies in the seats when the congressmen are absent. For example, at this moment, several tourists were let into the second-floor audience room by security guards.

The Muggle Prime Minister's eyes unconsciously met the eyes of a young man with light blond hair and gray eyes behind the glass wall on the second floor. He must be a tourist - he looks quite handsome, he thought, and laughed dryly. If he didn't have to work, he could be more handsome than he is now - but unfortunately he is already bald.

Suddenly, the Prime Minister felt that the layers of MPs sitting on the green leather chairs around him disappeared, and everything in the Commons hall disappeared. Memories related to Andre, the Chief Whip, came flooding in from all directions. His loyal right-hand man, indispensable political partner, of course, he and Andre had some quarrels recently... because Andre wanted to change his position, because the job of Chief Whip was too behind the scenes, without flowers and applause, and no opportunity to show up in front of the public... He could not realize his real political ambitions.

"Mr. Prime Minister? Mr. Prime Minister?" The Speaker raised his voice in an attempt to wake up the stunned Muggle Prime Minister. The members of the House of Representatives whispered to each other and booed at the same time.

It was no use. The Prime Minister looked up at his seat in the gallery upstairs, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

The Speaker shouted a few more times, and simply walked over to the Prime Minister and pushed him a few times. The Prime Minister then looked at him as if he had just woken up from a dream, as if he had just regained his mind.

The boos from all around got louder. The Speaker cleared his throat and said, "Please forget this little episode and now let the members ask questions."

A member of the opposition party quickly stood up, cleared his throat and began his own direct and sharp questioning.

The Prime Minister hurriedly opened his folder, hoping that the questioner would ask the questions he had prepared in advance, such as educational resources, immigration issues, children's rights, infrastructure, strikes... and hoped that the trouble would not be caused by wizards. After all, he could not step over the portrait and make a scene at the Ministry of Magic like Kingsley did, asking them to solve the problem quickly.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Ever since the Muggle Prime Minister fought his way through the siege and ascended the throne of this power center, he could feel the murderous gazes behind him, from the back of his head to his shoulder blades to his spine, the dark gazes were everywhere.

"Regarding this issue, I think the recently passed bill can provide a solution-"

While the Muggle Prime Minister was answering questions from the MPs one after another, he subconsciously glanced at the spectator gallery.

The blond boy with the grey eyes was gone.

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Draco walked out of the Palace of Westminster. He was going to meet Andre tonight.

The message vibrated and alerted me.

"Your lines are terrible." It was Lancelot, and the picture he sent was his own remarks posted on the news. "Won't Harry be sad?"

"He doesn't know." Draco walked quickly.

"He will know sooner or later. So you haven't told him yet?" Lancelot's jaw dropped.

"I don't know how to start, every time I look at him." Draco stopped typing in frustration, "If I explain the plan too clearly, he will definitely not agree."

"You're not skilled enough in being a saint your first time, Master Malfoy?" Lancelot teased.

Draco forcibly changed the subject: "Let's keep it secret from him for now. Maybe I'll need you to provide some treasures in the near future to help us get closer to the upper class of Muggles. It seems that our family is not keen on collecting the kind of accessories that Muggles like."

"What do you want to offer? I'm giving you two punches on behalf of Harry, his family, friends and fans. I haven't forgotten my mission of assisting others." Lancelot then sent another picture, "In addition to the items on the list, you can also come to my place to have a look and choose."

"Please, if you don't say it harshly, how can others believe it?"