Prime Minister Muggle was in his office in a Georgian-style building at 10 Downing Street, next to Whitehall in the Westminster area of London. He and his wife and son were sitting in their chairs, looking a little silly. A small suitcase was placed on the carpet.
Unlike the sunny day predicted by the weather forecast, the weather outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was cloudy, but the prime minister's mood was not affected. He lit up all the lights in the living room and looked at the white fireplace from time to time.
The prime minister's wife was focused on the small suitcase provided by her husband's bodyguard. The round-faced woman with a short chin was still wondering how the small suitcase could contain all the things they needed. This was also why she, who had just found out about the existence of another magical world, was finally sure that her husband was not the one who had gone crazy.
The prime minister's son, who was in puberty, had brown curly hair and a small face, but his face was very pale, as if he had stayed up all night. His eyes were a little dull, which made his skin look very bad. He also had a lot of little red spots, which boys his age especially liked. However, he was obviously not as nervous and interested as his parents. He was a little listless, half lying on the chair.
Then, a light cough came from a small painting in the corner of the living room, which attracted the family's attention.
"To Prime Minister Muggle! Principal Allen Harris requests a meeting. Please reply immediately! "
The ugly man in the painting, who was wearing a long silver wig and looked like a green insect, began to shout impolitely.
Prime Minister Muggle, who was already used to it, quickly nodded in response and looked at the fireplace. However, to his surprise, the fireplace did not burst into a green flame like he had told his wife and son.
After waiting for a few minutes, the door of his office was opened. His bodyguards were now in a daze as they mechanically brought in a group of oddly dressed people.
"Hello! Principal Harris. " Prime Minister Muggle was not as frightened as his wife when she saw the strange behavior of the bodyguards. He took the initiative to stand up and extend his hand.
"Nice to see you again." Allen hurriedly shook his hand and then stared at the prime minister's wife next to him. "Oh, this elegant lady must be Cheri? Please don't be afraid. These Muggle agents are very professional when it comes to defending against Muggle. Our people are also protecting your mansion from threats from our world. You are very safe here … "After that, he smiled at the prime minister's son who was looking at him." Can I call you Julian? Don't worry, the floating city also has computers that can connect to Muggle's network … uh … "
Allen's gentle face suddenly became a little uncomfortable. At this time, Prime Minister Muggle obviously did not notice that he was being treated politely. He was worried that if the other party's attitude was too bad, he would embarrass himself in front of his wife and son. The corner of his mouth curled up as he warmly greeted his acquaintances in the group of monsters. "Frippe, Letizia, Miss Krivat, welcome … We haven't seen each other for a long time … Ah, Christopher, you're here too."
The long-eyed Krivat couple bowed slightly to greet him. They were no longer wearing Muggle clothes. Like the other wizards, he was wearing an ancient robe in the style of Hogwarts.
From the prime minister's point of view, this invitation from Allen was compensation for being ignored in public by his father, Minister Owen, when the Ministry of Magic building below Whitehall was in a huge fire. Now that the government and the Umbrella Corporation of the Sorcerer World had a multi-party cooperation deal, this led to economic growth, and the rapid increase in the data in a short period of time made his political achievements stand out among all the previous prime ministers. It was also worth his time to warmly welcome these strange wizards that he did not like at all and only knew how to bring him all kinds of bad news.
At this time, Mr. Krivat, who represented the family, slowly walked up to the prime minister. He straightened his back and stretched out his empty palm, shaking the prime minister's hand softly. "It's nice to see you again, Prime Minister. I've been doing some self-improvement recently … I'm sorry to have let you help with those business matters in vain. "
"It's fine, it's just a pity. Everyone is very satisfied with your business … But I think it's understandable that you don't know the truth. At least we're still friends, aren't we?" The Prime Minister maintained a cordial appearance. He had been very curious about how this somewhat snobbish couple had suddenly disappeared without a trace when he had introduced them to many high-ranking officials and their law firm's business was on the rise.
Unlike their previous interactions, the Krivat couple's attitude this time was more reserved, and even made the prime minister feel a little arrogant. Combined with their clothes, the prime minister guessed that they had joined the Sorcerer World, so this kind of arrogance was not surprising.
"Allen, can we play games together? We can play Mjolnir together. If you like single-player, have you played Silver Winged Runner? "
The excited voice of the Prime Minister's son interrupted the Prime Minister's thoughts. The Prime Minister was surprised to find that his son, who was in his rebellious phase and did not find anyone pleasing to the eye, was now so friendly and enthusiastic. The prime minister's wife, who had been worried about her son recently, was no longer afraid. She was even glad and relieved that she agreed to go on this trip. Now she had the chance to know that as long as her son was willing, he could still be as friendly as his father.
The prime minister's eldest son could not stop looking at Allen. His unusually passionate gaze seemed to be glued to Allen. Then, Penello noticed this overly passionate gaze.
The female Aura turned around and stared at him. She raised her eyebrows almost immediately, as if a layer of frost had frozen over her face. Her hand reached for the wand at her waist …
Then, Penello's arm holding the wand was pressed down by the long-eyed man. The middle-aged wizard's face was full of helplessness. He could only smile ingratiatingly and say in a low voice, "Miss Krivat … Julian, you haven't announced your coming out … Please don't … Master Allen is already weaving memories to solve the problem …"
"How dare he!" Penello glared at the prime minister's son angrily, but his hand relaxed. "In his dreams! Even Allen didn't do this to me … "
By this time, the unnatural flush on the prime minister's son's face had faded, and he regained the impatient look that the prime minister's parents were so familiar with. He shouted, "That's right, how do we get to their place? Where is it?"
Allen narrowed his eyes and calmly retracted his finger that had gotten rid of this unexpected little problem. However, his mood did not improve. He pointed at the dark clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling window and helped the prime minister's family break the interference in the Muggle's mind.
The dark and gloomy sky was not the dark clouds that the Muggle thought it was. The lower part of a huge floating city appeared in front of the Muggle's eyes. This colossus, dozens of miles in diameter, brought about a breathtaking and majestic aura that confused and frightened the prime minister's family.
Floating ships of all shapes and sizes floated in and out of the floating city. There were octopuses, conches, and the sail battleships that the British were familiar with … The giant dragons that only existed in Muggle's legends flew out of the caves below the floating city and patrolled around the floating city.
Just outside the window hovered the largest magic ship of all. Only then did the prime minister notice that it was actually much larger than the first-level sail battleships he had seen before. At the bow of the ship was a statue of a three-eyed raven spreading its wings and flying high. There were three main masts with sails that were not pulled open, and countless cables crisscrossed to secure them to the ship.
From the outside, the floating ship had four decks. Aside from the top deck that allowed people to stand on, the other three decks were each equipped with a hundred and thirty magical metal cannons. The cannons flickered with glowing magical runes, but the most unique thing was that there were carvings of various mystical animals on the cannons: a fire dragon with its mouth wide open, a poisonous leopard with its neck swollen, a venomous horned beast with its head held high … These cannons were dazzling under the shadow of the floating city.
Prime Minister Muggle felt his entire body turn cold just by glancing at the cold cannons. The dark holes of the cannons seemed to suck away all his happiness, reminding him of the most terrible things he had ever experienced. Endless despair seemed to want to drown him.
But in reality, these cannons were just for show. Because they were not in a hurry, the development of the floating ship's weapons had not been completed. These things were made on the spot by Allen, and could only be made with the fireworks from Weasley's magic theater. The despair that brought the prime minister and the rest despair was only because Allen had crudely stuffed a dementor into each cannon.
"I know the British Muggle tradition … They prefer ships over other forms of transportation, so I think it is more suitable to receive you than the flying car that we used for our last private meeting." Allen raised his voice a little as he clasped his hands behind his back.
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