[hp] stay out of it

The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom was invited out of his office unexpectedly that day. He didn't have time to call the police or anything, because, funny to say, he was notified by the moving portrait on the wall.

The Prime Minister has the opportunity to enter the wizarding world.This is the treatment that many British prime ministers have never received.However, the Prime Minister doesn't look forward to it very much. He is already past the age of a child and holds an important position. The last thing he should do is to put himself in a situation where he can't protect himself, especially if the other party is a group that cannot be explored with common sense. crowd.

But the person who dragged him away didn't care about this. He politely but firmly asked the prime minister to go to the fireplace instead of the door.Then the Prime Minister was asked to stand in the fireplace, stepping on the ashes on his shiny leather shoes, the man concentrated on teaching him and said: "No. 12, Grimmauld Place, Prime Minister, please remember clearly, No. 12, Grimmauld Place, please Don't get it wrong."

A handful of powder was sprinkled outside, and it turned green with fire. Although the Prime Minister was prepared, he was still so frightened that he knocked his head on the stone brick in the fireplace, and he must have bled.The people outside urged him politely, and he settled down, at least he read the place correctly.

So he fell dizzily on a thick carpet.

The Prime Minister struggled to get up and found himself in a very old-fashioned living room. Except for the furniture, it looked clean. The old furnishings and dim light in the living room looked like a serious haunted house.

Hearing the movement, there was a voice from the other side of the stairs, and a woman in a black robe leaned in: "Minister?"

She looks like an ordinary housewife, but the black stick in her hand tells the prime minister that she is not just a woman, but like her kind, she has mysterious powers that ordinary people cannot understand.

The Prime Minister knew that he had probably arrived at a wizard's den or something.

Another person spit out from the stove behind him, and this female wizard greeted him: "Kingsley, the meeting is about to start, hurry up and go down with the minister."

"It's the Prime Minister." Kingsley corrected her.

"Oh, sorry." The fat witch apologized absently to the Minister.Although the attitude was very sincere, the Minister could certainly feel a feeling of indifference to those who could not use magic common to all wizards.

The Prime Minister followed the wizard down the steep, poorly lit wooden stairs, farther down.It was just a painting telling him to go to a meeting with someone, and he obeyed and followed until here. It sounds like such a stupid choice, but he has no strength to resist.

The prime minister has made all kinds of preparations in his heart, even considering the possibility of these wizards demanding world domination—in fact, he once wondered that these people were so capable, but they never had the idea of ​​ruling the world.

Following the wizard named Kingsley into a place that looked suspiciously like a restaurant, he opened the door and saw a table surrounded by many frowning people - the Prime Minister felt bad because it was obvious that they were Worry about lunch.There were several people huddled together in front of a map with the outline of the United Kingdom, pointing and pointing on it, the Prime Minister took a glance and noticed that the areas marked in red should actually be deserted suburbs, secretly Remember these places.

Half the crowd looked up to greet the Prime Minister as he entered, and someone whispered to another: "Why did he have to be invited. We can figure it out ourselves."

Another man muttered something, but the prime minister didn't catch it.

An old man with a white beard walked out of the door deeper in the room, and introduced himself as Dumbledore. This Dumbledore was eye-catching from his tall and thin head to the length of his beard.Among this group of worried people, he was the most calm and unhurried, and he seemed to be the backbone at first glance. He enthusiastically invited the Prime Minister to sit down.

The seat allocated to the Prime Minister was just to the right of Wizard Dumbledore, and as the Prime Minister walked past, a young man next to that seat stood up.The prime minister's first reaction was to think that this man was pulling a chair for him, so he didn't look carefully, but when the young man greeted him again, the prime minister was extremely surprised to find that he seemed to know someone.

Isn't it weird to meet someone you know in a magical world that not many people in the world know about?The prime minister's head was in a mess, but at least he called out the other party's name before being rude: "Prince Alexander!"

It is said to be a prince, but the succession rank is almost below the 30th, and it has basically nothing to do with the throne.And because he never liked to show his face in front of the public, he was always vague about his education, the Prime Minister's understanding of him was limited to his existence—the Prime Minister looked at him, guessing how he would appear in this place , suddenly realized what he had kept secret all along: where did he study all these years.

Prince Alexander didn't wear the weird robes like other wizards, but a well-fitting casual suit that is normal in the prime minister's world, well-dressed, except for the slender wand in his hand (this mysterious thing makes the prince look strange get a lot).Otherwise, he was as gracious and courteous as he was at a royal banquet, looking like just about any dignitary you could meet in Downing Street.In such a room full of anxious wizards, the non-wizard attire seemed very friendly to the Prime Minister.

The white-bearded wizard Dumbledore was the last to take his seat, and the restless and buzzing restaurant immediately fell silent, and everyone looked up at him.

"Time is tight, so we won't introduce each other," he said succinctly: "We have heard a piece of information."

A small, high-pitched wizard said, "Voldemort is plotting an attack on Muggle territory."

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, "Although they didn't deliberately avoid Muggles before, this time it's different—" Dumbledore looked down at the documents on the table, and counted a few The Prime Minister became more and more anxious the more he heard about densely populated scenic spots and neighborhoods, including the British Museum.After reading all seven locations, Dumbledore concluded: "Their attack target has pointed out the place with dense Muggle population from the beginning, and it is bound to cause the greatest damage."

"A repeat of what happened in County Sligo," said a tired-looking wizard.

"Several Aurors were sacrificed that time," another very fierce wizard with scars on his face pulled over the map, pointing out several locations on it with such force that he could pierce the table: "Information says they will also be in Ireland. Launch an attack - Sligo is the only Auror station in Ireland. Yes, their previous raid was for this riot."

Another witch with a strange hair color expressed some doubts: "The wizarding world/war in history has never actively involved Muggle areas-because they have no meaning of being occupied, and Sligo is just a symbolic place." The emergency station doesn't have much resistance, and the Death Eaters still attack it. So, what do they think about trying so hard to attack Ireland?"

The wizards mentioned Muggles who were bound to suffer disaster again and again, and their tone seemed to be just worrying about the traffic jam tomorrow. The Prime Minister was flustered, but he couldn't get in.

The horrific-looking wizard at the front said gruffly, "We don't want to do anything about this problem, unless we have inside information to give us a hint." With a disdainful expression on his face, he glanced aside.There sat a sullen, greasy-haired wizard.

Everyone turned their eyes to Dumbledore. The latter calmly endured all kinds of doubts and looked at him without raising his eyelids. He just turned his head and said to Dumbledore: "Indeed, the Dark Lord can't tell me this news. However, after receiving The news about the Order of the Phoenix, I asked Dolokhov a few words before I came, and he almost told me the news about Diggle."

"Nor did I deliberately hide it from you," said Dumbledore.

"Yes. Dolokhov did not appear to be keeping the information secret."

"Then the purpose of this news is very interesting," Dumbledore said seriously. "It's probably a trap."

The previous wizard with a sharp voice was a little dissatisfied, because he was the one who got the news, and he said politely: "But, Professor, I didn't get told, I noticed the Death Eater Simon, and followed him to the depths of Knockturn Alley Inquired outside the small workshop. How can this be called a trap."

"I don't think so, Dedalus," someone said, "anyone of them sneaking around in front of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and then talking loudly on purpose, can easily make others think that they are snooping." information."

Di Ge agreed.

Another said: "So, if the news is a hoax, the Death Eaters plan to attack Muggles is a lie?"

"No, it means that they will definitely attack ordinary citizens." Prince Alexander, or Dan Qi, he said.The Prime Minister, who was watching the discussion of the wizards intently, was startled by his voice.

"We request the firepower deployment of the Death Eaters for this operation." He said directly to Professor Dumbledore without explaining.

"Young man, be polite," Professor Snape reminded darkly.

"I am now representing our non-wizard humanity," said young Danki politely but forcefully.

Snape's upper lip turned up in disgust: "Regardless of whether you can get the internal deployment of Death Eaters or not - what do you need it for? Openly deploying your people against wizards is tantamount to announcing the existence of the wizarding world."

"If the attack is unavoidable, we don't rule out announcing the news." As soon as Dan Qi said this, there was a sound of breathing in the room. "As long as it protects our people."

"The verifiable records, from the time of Merlin, and even beyond - the secrecy of the wizarding world, was determined by your words?" Snape said firmly, "This is impossible."

For the first time, the Slytherin wizard spoke with unanimous agreement.Of course, no one made a sound, but the expressions of the wizards present expressed their disapproval of Dan Qi's arrogant attempt to break the tradition of nearly a thousand years.

"Why are you all so sure that there will be an attack?" Diggle said anxiously to Dan Qi and Snape: "This information is probably just a distracting thing—"

"Voldemort will not choose to use Snape to deliver the message, because he will need it in the future, lest he will be affected after the success of the plan." Sirius said: "Choose Digger because he is an intelligence officer in the ministry. He not only Will tell the Order of the Phoenix, and probably the Ministry. So it's an event that will happen."

Seeing some people with confused expressions, Dumbledore explained: "The part of the trap is that the Death Eaters ensured that we know the news, and Dedalus' report to the Ministry can also confirm us like other wizards. I do know the news—"

Di Ge and others were even more confused.

"It can be foreseen that when they launch an attack, they can easily discredit our Order of the Phoenix, and even the Ministry of Magic.

"Because in the face of Muggle attacks, we have almost no way to deal with them. Knowing in advance and not taking perfect measures, this kind of thing is disclosed by any reporter controlled by Death Eaters, and the entire wizarding world Public opinion will explode."

Lupine understood. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Yes, they will say that we did not do our duty to prevent this from happening."

Tonks was dumbfounded: "Well, how can we blame this? The people who launched the attack were Death Eaters."

"This is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic was founded to be expected to solve this kind of thing," said Dumbledore. public safety expectations."

Sirius said: "So, after the Death Eaters' plan is successful, the credibility of the Ministry of Magic will decline again. And the Death Eaters' attacks on Muggles - which are likely to be very bloody and brutal - can take the opportunity to show their power , so that the wizarding world casts a deeper fear. The cloud of terror created by Voldemort will probably hang over everyone again, as it did 15 years ago."

The members of the Order of the Phoenix looked at each other with uneasy expressions. Tonks was still relatively young at that time and didn't have a direct experience of the horrors of the current situation, but he could still glimpse the atmosphere of a gray era from the expressions of other people.

The Prime Minister rubbed his chin and saw the most vicious part of the plan that no one mentioned-this kind of controversy about designing humanity would tear the entire wizarding world apart.Yes, rip.

With regard to the inability of the Ministry of Magic to deal with the crisis (in order to keep the wizarding world secret and not allow the Muggle government to save itself), this intense issue will attract the full attention of the public, who are divided and even attacked each other under external pressure. Annihilating.

In this way, the wizarding world, which is united in opposing black magic, can be torn into two factions.Although this method is very long and requires patience, the effect it brings is indeed terrifying.If there is a bad move in chess, a lot of manpower and material resources have to be used to fight against it, which is a waste of money and people.As for the faction of the dark wizards, all they had to pay was to attack the Muggles who had no resistance, and waited for work with ease.

He tilted his head to look at Prince Alexander. His expression was also serious and his eyes were sharp. It seemed that he would never back down on the safety of ordinary citizens.Let the prime minister's heart relax a little bit.

"We can make this matter public in advance." Tonks' eyes suddenly lit up: "Tell them about their conspiracy. If the announcement is made now, it will be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning."

The Prime Minister shook his head and said in his heart that it was useless.

Lupine said to Tonks: "This is useless. Because we have no evidence, once the newspaper is notified, they can cancel the operation, which will make the Ministry of Magic incompetent and suspicious. And after a while, they can do it again One move. Keep us on our toes."

"We try to arrest as many vicious fugitives as possible, so that fewer Muggles will suffer," Moody said. "We can only do this, time is running out, and it is best to start now."

This method is too futile, but no one can make a better suggestion.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore, waiting for him to speak, or for him to come up with a better idea, after all, he didn't take much part in this discussion.

Kingsley whispered to Danqi from the other side of the table: "No matter how it is dealt with in the end, the existence of the wizarding world cannot be known by Muggles."

"I can't guarantee that, sorry." Dan Qi replied politely.

The wizards who heard this frowned.The Prime Minister's nerves tensed again.

Dumbledore was considering taking the initiative.

"Are you sure Voldemort will be in a certain place at a certain time these days?" he asked Snape.Obviously, they are planning to solve the source of the evil before the attack occurs.

Snape shook his head slightly.

"We can call him out." Another young voice sounded.

The prime minister looked over in surprise.Originally, logically, if Prince Alexander had not had a special status, he was obviously not qualified to participate in this core meeting of adults at his age.But there was another young man present?

It was a wizard sitting in a corner who was speaking, and he looked very young, about the same age as Prince Alexander, that is, around fifteen.The two candles were blocked by the tall cabinet and left a shadow. He had been sitting there and had not made a sound until just now, so the Prime Minister noticed him only now.

He sat loosely in the shadows, his robe draped carelessly over the back of his chair, and his tie, like the scarf draped almost casually around his neck, was the same bronze and blue color as the Hogg-what-what-school uniform.

"Yeah, it's a really good idea to have the surreptitious Dark Lord come out for a public duel." Snape said darkly, "Why didn't we think of it?"

This idea really didn't sound like a brain, but the Prime Minister noticed that, except for the gloomy Snape, the other wizards looked at the young man tolerantly.Lupine also said mildly, "Oh, what do you think?"

"It's not difficult," he ignored Snape's sarcasm, looked up at Remus Lupine, and continued to play with his wand slowly, the thin stick twirled around his wrist flexibly, "As long as the bait is right."

Lupine hesitated and said, "Vincent, you're not talking about—"

"Of course it's not Harry," Vincent said. "It's not Harry that Voldemort cares about, it's his majesty as a leader, and now it's not Harry who is challenging his majesty, but he has to lie down and hide , shady - although this is his way of spreading fear, he must prefer to swagger in the sun and show his supreme power."

"This is impossible." Di Ge imagined the scene, and his hair was about to stand on end.

"We can give him a chance," he said: "He wants dark arts to be legal, he wants curses to be unregulated, and he wants key potions to be available in the market—the key to his further power intake, to Voldemort. Said, just need a chance for the Imperius Curse."

"Recently they were impeaching Fudge to step down, and a few hours before the handover, we caused some trouble ourselves, moved the Aurors, and gave Fudge and - Scrimgeour, eh? and the new Minister 'lack of guard', a chance to get their way. If they don't dare to mess with Scrimgeour in person, there's his second-in-command, Spencer. He's pretty easy going."

Several wizards of the Order of the Phoenix blinked slowly, quickly digesting this suggestion.Moody's fake eyes swished over to look at him: "Hey, boy, have you ever thought that according to the procedure, the handover will be next month, and it's suddenly brought forward to this week, it's too suspicious."

"So the Auror should be transferred three hours before the handover," the young man in the shadows twitched his lips, and said domineeringly: "The time it took for the news to reach his ears should also be deducted. There is such a perfect opportunity here, there is no time to think about it, even if he finds out that there is a fraud, he has to bite the hook!"

The author has something to say:

Oh, this chapter changed the perspective again.This is a chapter about games. Vincent's pretentiousness is in the latter part. If you find it boring, you can skip it directly.

Here is Vincent, who was hand-painted by the author, you can see it when you log in to the computer~~

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Why is it so big. .What you see is huge. . OTZ