Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 936 Cracks in the World Barrier

When the first gunshot sounded at Buckingham Palace, it meant that Muggle military forces were officially involved in this major disaster in the magic world that began with ancient black wizards.

This gun, of course, does not represent the British government, but the majesty of the British royal family.

Yes, in Britain nowadays, the existence of the royal family is actually more of a spirit, a symbol that can add cohesion to the people.

But in fact, due to the connection between the British royal family and some wizard families in the magic world, it is always inevitable, so what they can do is far more than ordinary Muggle people know.

And this time, when the British government temporarily cooperated with the stalled operation due to the "negotiations" of Minister of Magic Scrimgeour, as a member of the royal family with the ability to make independent judgments, it finally couldn't bear it any longer.

London is theirs, not the wizard's.

When the entire city of London is about to fall into absolute chaos, even if the main members of the royal family know that the results of intervention will be terrible, they must act.

Otherwise, even if they held back the situation and handed it over to the wizard to solve it, it now seems most likely...but it would probably be the victory of the black wizard.

It is Christmas now, and if according to the habits of previous years, the Queen would have gone to Sandringham Manor in Norfolk to spend this wonderful holiday with her family.

But precisely because of the disaster in London, she has now returned to Buckingham Palace with the help of the wizard family, and as the Queen of England, she has done her best to protect the heart of this British territory.

At this moment, Mr. Scrimgeour had arrived at Buckingham Palace, and he was standing next to the luxurious chair not far from the Queen.

Of course, this was not because he was not allowed to sit down, nor was it to show respect to the Muggle Queen.To be honest, he really couldn't sit down and talk at ease at this time.

"Queen, you...you really can't do this...better not do it! I said, can you give us some more time? Wait a second, we wizards are working hard to restore order in London and remove the instability ..."

But before he finished speaking, he heard a slightly old voice from the queen's side.

"Minister Scrimgeour, you should sit down first!"

It was an old man in a religious robes, with a pair of slightly scratched glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he didn't look so energetic.

But maybe you have lived long enough!Even if he sat there lazily, he could feel a strange persuasive power.

In fact, Scrimgeour felt that this old man really looked a bit like Dumbledore back then... Well, it was actually so "a little bit"!

And this old man, he is the old patron of the Davidson family who has little reputation in the magic world, and even less in the Muggle world.

Well, maybe changing the title will make people understand his identity more!

He is the chief bishop of England, the Archbishop of Canterbury-of course, his time in office has been many years ago, and now he is just a low-key old wizard with a good relationship with the royal family.

"In my opinion, the threat that Helbo's recovery can bring to this world is probably far more terrifying than you and I imagined. Not only the magic world, but the Muggle world will suffer together... alone. We wizard, there may be no way to stop him..."

The old man drooped his eyes and slowly stated his opinion.Maybe it was because he was really old, so every word and every sentence unconsciously slowed down to match his slightly sluggish thoughts.

But he thinks slowly, but it doesn't mean that his thinking is wrong.

On the contrary, because the former archbishop has spanned the magical world and the Muggle world for his entire life, his knowledge and knowledge are far beyond comparison.

Even the Minister of Magic, who had to undergo a Muggle knowledge test to become the Minister, could not compare with his knowledge of the world.

Judging from the general knowledge of the magic world, today's wizards are probably really unable to compete with the ancient wizard "Despicable Helbo".

After all, that guy is alone, and he can't die, and his personal strength is strong enough to make people doubt life.It's really too difficult to deal with a dark wizard like this.

"So I think it's time to bring down the'wall' between Muggles and wizards... Don't you think so? Mr. Scrimgeour?"

This old man really made sense. It would allow wizards and Muggles to unite, and at least that part of the pressure that needed to be concealed from Muggles would be lost to deal with Helbo.

What's more, a situation like this kind of mutual confrontation is undoubtedly an excellent time to promote mutual understanding and fusion between Muggles and wizards.

However, once the wizarding community is re-entered into Muggle's vision, some very bad consequences are almost obvious.

"No, Mr. Davidson..." Scrimgeour took a few deep breaths, and then shook his head very firmly, "Although I believe that the day when wizards and Muggles live in harmony will inevitably come-this is the general trend. no doubt."

He first explained a near inevitable future, but quickly but very realistically:

"It's just that it's really too early...really, there are a lot of uncontrollable bad developments, and we can't bear the consequences. If we really do that, we will definitely become sinners in this world!"

When the magical world and the Muggle world become one again, Helbo may indeed be easier to solve, but the situation changes after that...

Just thinking about it, Scrimgeour would feel chills standing upright.

Just this point, is the old master church not clear?The old man is not a villain, and he has no big ambitions-if he is willing, he can actually do a lot of things.

Since he still chose to do this even when he understood the consequences, there was naturally a reason.

"Yes, I don't deny that your worry is necessary, and... we may really become'sinners' in history." The old leader sighed lightly, "but if you don't do this...you can Is it guaranteed that we will not become sinners?"

When he said this, he suddenly raised his head slightly, a pair of deep eyes looking straight at Scrimgeour's face through the lens.

"I--"

Scrimgeour opened his mouth. He wanted to answer the old leader's question affirmatively. He wanted to decisively give such a firm and powerful word "Leave it to me".

It's a pity that even if Maca played in London with Helbo inextricably, he still couldn't give him enough confidence to make this heavy guarantee.

On the other side, the old Bishop Davidson did not stop here because he had difficulty speaking, but continued:

"Mr. Scrimgeour... I believe you understand that the Queen has given you a lot of time. No, this time cannot be considered as given to you by the Queen-she does not have this qualification. This time is actually for us The'reality' in front of us gives us..."

"If we want the magical world to remain hidden from the Muggles, we must restore London to normal order as quickly as possible."

"So, you asked the British government to act conservatively and lock down the entire London. I and the Queen support this."

"However, it is impossible for us to completely isolate the information in London from the outside world-it is impossible," he said. "Our families have tried their best, the British government has tried their best, and now... no one knows anything. At some point, the blockade will collapse, and even a small information leak may completely collapse the blockade."

"We really can't wait..."

In this case, it becomes a possibility to involve the army.

Because although the emergence of the army will make the information blockade completely useless, once the Muggle military force can completely quell the disaster that is taking place in London, it will become an excuse afterwards.

If this incident were to be regarded as a super-large terrorist incident, the magical world might be able to minimize the bad impact.

It's just that before then, whether this "magic incident" in London will set off an unconcealable storm of public opinion across the UK and even the world? This is something that no one can predict.

"Therefore," the old bishop stood up suddenly holding the handle of the seat, walked to Scrimgeour, and patted him on the shoulder. "Sit down! What we can do now is also Just sitting here and waiting quietly... isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Until this moment, the one who remained silent finally spoke, although she only said such a word.

As a special Muggle who doesn't know magic but knows a lot about the magic world, and as a queen at the same time, she is under much greater pressure than Scrimgeour.

In nominal terms, she did not have the right to deploy troops, but at this critical moment, she could not watch London get worse.

The wizards are very good. Judging from the report below, the Aurors are also working tirelessly for peace.But with the efforts of the wizards, she could not see the dawn of hope at all.

She can't wait any longer.

Scrimgeour reluctantly squeezed a smile for the queen's "sorry", and then finally sat back on the chair with helplessness.

Yes, the cushion is very soft and the backrest is very comfortable... But all the enjoyment nowadays seems to have become a hidden punishment, making him feel like sitting on pins and needles.

"McLean, I can only rely on you now. If you can let this disaster pass quickly and restore peace to this city, I will build the largest statue for you on behalf of the magical world in Britain and accept the wizards of the world. Admire!"

All he can do now is really only pray.

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