Smoke kept rising from the Ministry of Magic under the night sky, and the air was filled with a pungent smell. Above the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, around Whitehall in the center of London, there was a scene that was even more panicked than the wizards.
If the Ministry of Magic was the administrative center of the British magic world, then Whitehall was the center of the British government. Many departments, including the British Ministry of Defence, the Royal Cavalry Parade Ground, and the British Cabinet Office were all located here. Therefore, the term "Whitehall" was also synonymous with the British central government.
At this time, only a small number of Aura returned to put out the fire, while most of them had already taken over and surrounded the area.
Aura and the other departments of the Ministry of Magic were slowly pointing their wands at the sidewalks and the sky around Whitehall, setting up an invisible energy field at the entrance of the streets and alleys. At the same time, they set up a large number of Muggle expulsion spells to prevent the Muggles from approaching. Previously, due to the lack of manpower, they only surrounded the Ministry of Magic itself. However, as more and more Muggle were alarmed and the wizards returned, they began to expand the isolation area in order to protect the law of confidentiality. The entire Whitehall area on the ground was expanded in the energy field.
Rows of armed policemen stood in a daze, their eyes unfocused. Many fire engines had arrived at the scene, but the firefighters did not start their work. Like the police, they and some high-ranking Muggle government officials who rushed over were controlled by the Ministry of Magic's Incident Reversal Team, Memory Deletion Command, and Muggle Mediation Committee. They began to gradually erase and reverse the bad memories of tonight.
Many Muggles had already turned around and left after their memories were distorted into a night fog in London. They went back to do their own things step by step, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Like a silent reef, the Muggle Prime Minister stood in the middle of the street and watched as his colleagues, bodyguards, soldiers, and police — these familiar and unfamiliar faces all froze and then came back to life. In front of the adepts, the agents had no power to fight back and were controlled by the adepts, allowing the adepts to do whatever they wanted.
Although the Prime Minister had already known from his previous contact that the wizards' power was not something ordinary people could compare to, seeing such a large number of ordinary people being controlled by the wizards with his own eyes filled his heart with fear and despair. The muscles that stretched from his neck to his shoulders to his thighs were stiff, and his whole body was frozen as if he was under a freezing spell, unable to move.
The Prime Minister also knew the reason why he could still stand there sober: he saw with his own eyes the Russian who used to be his subordinate, Christopher Lee, telling his subordinate that he did not have to have his memory erased.
But that was it. The Prime Minister's former 'subordinate' did not say a word to the Prime Minister. He just left the Prime Minister hanging there as if he was invisible. Then he noticed the arrival of Owen Harris, the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic.
The Prime Minister immediately pulled up the corner of his mouth and showed a smile. He wanted to greet Owen, but Owen was in a hurry to get down and did not have the time to care about a Muggle. He turned around and noticed Long Eye. "Long Eye, come and entertain the Prime Minister."
Before Long Eye could respond, Owen went straight to the elevator of the phone booth that had just been repaired. He ignored the Prime Minister Muggle as if he did not see him.
Unlike the usual friendly reception, the Prime Minister Muggle felt ignored and humiliated. He clenched his fists and tried to control his emotions. He greeted the approaching Long Eye and tried to make his voice sound braver. "Li, you … um … you … I mean, what's the situation with this fire?"
"Mr. Prime Minister, a Death Eater came and set a fire." Long Eye's tone was as gentle as ever. "Don't worry, the arsonist has been killed by us."
"Death Eater, those people you mentioned before, they fought back to the United Kingdom?" The Prime Minister was a little annoyed by Long Eye's tone, but after listening to the content, he clenched his fists hard to make his voice sound less panicked. He estimated that if the disasters caused by the Death Eater attack were to happen again, the people would not believe in the excuse of a hurricane.
"Oh? You worry too much, sir. In fact, this is their last struggle. " Long Eye noticed the Prime Minister's concern and decided to reveal some facts to boost his confidence. "The Minister's son, Principal Allen Harris, defeated their commander, The Dark Lord some time ago. So our Ministry of Magic arrested the families in the country that are related to the Death Eater a few days ago. This is just their last struggle for revenge."
The Prime Minister asked in surprise, "Mr. Allen Harris defeated the Mystery Man? Will there be any bad guys or Dementors coming to the Muggle World to cause trouble in the future? "
"Sir … Just like you can't guarantee that there are no criminals in your country, I can't guarantee that there won't be people in our world who will continue to commit some crimes … At least recently, there have been quite a few cases of people forgetting to activate stealth mode and flying cars in the Muggle World." Long Eye responded and then smiled at the Prime Minister. "But it's true that large-scale vicious incidents are rare in the United Kingdom's Muggle World."
"That's great!" Prime Minister Muggle breathed a sigh of relief.
Today's incident frightened Prime Minister Muggle. Some of Prime Minister Muggle's economic professionals who knew the inside story had inferred from the cooperation project that the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic was probably under economic sanctions from other magical countries. And he knew that it was because of this sanctions that their relationship with the wizards seemed to be good because of the cooperation.
But the Prime Minister was a little wary of this close relationship and because of the growth of the economy. But the later contact and the other party's current behavior made him feel a little relieved. The other party did not seem to have any intention of ruling the world, and the wizards had always looked down on ordinary people like them. This feeling of being discriminated against in the past made Prime Minister Muggle feel a sense of security now.
Later.
Under Whitehall, in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, there was no obvious fire and smoke at the scene of the fire. Aura and the staff of the Ministry of Magic had stopped casting spells to put out the fire, which meant that the fire was effectively under control.
Only some of the broken walls inside the Ministry of Magic were still smoking. Although all the decorations and items inside had been destroyed, the main structure of the Ministry of Magic was still intact. Harris and his subordinates who had rushed over were disregarding their exhaustion and organizing the people to do the statistics and repair.
As the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Owen took out his handkerchief and wiped the dust on his cheeks. After finishing the initial work, he stood behind a pillar and received reports from various departments about the damage and personnel. He was in charge of the overall situation.
The whole Ministry of Magic was operating at high speed under the situation of being organized and deployed. The tone of the Minister of Ministry of Magic speaking to the department heads who took turns to come in. When Penello came out of the elevator shaft to report, Owen was no longer as impatient as before. He was as amiable as usual.
"Sir!" The girl put down her arms and strode to the corner where Owen was. Unlike her usual posture at home, she stood upright to show respect to Owen.
"You've worked hard tonight." Owen said in an encouraging tone, and then asked with concern, "Did you encounter any difficulties? Is there anything you need from the ministry for this mission?"
"Don't worry, Minister. I've always done things cleanly." Penello replied confidently, her voice was quite proud. "This mission was completed very smoothly, and Victor did not encounter any difficulties in wrapping up the work. There is no need for additional support."
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