Chapter 937

When the first shot rang out at Buckingham Palace, it meant that Muggle's military forces were officially involved in this major disaster in the magic world that originated from ancient black wizards.

This shot naturally represents not the British government, but the majesty of the British royal family.

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

But in fact, because of the relationship between the Royal chamber and some wizard families in the magic world, it is always inevitable that they can do much more than ordinary Muggle people know.

This time, when the British government temporarily cooperated with the stalled operation due to the "negotiation" of minister of magic schlinger, as a royal member with independent judgment, it was finally unable to continue to endure.

London is theirs, not a wizard's.

When the whole city of London is about to fall into absolute chaos, even if the main members of the royal family know that the result of intervention must be terrible, they must take action.

Otherwise, even if they resist and hand over the situation to the wizard, now it seems most likely... I'm afraid it will be the victory of the black wizard.

It is Christmas time now. If the queen had followed the custom of previous years, she would have gone to Sandringham manor in Norfolk to spend this wonderful holiday with her family.

But it is precisely because of the disaster in London that she has now returned to Buckingham Palace with the help of the wizard family to do her part as Queen to protect the heart of this British territory.

At this moment, Mr. schlinger has arrived at Buckingham Palace and is standing next to the luxurious back chair not far from the queen.

Of course, this is not that he is not allowed to sit down, nor is it to give respect to the Muggle queen. To tell the truth, he really couldn't sit down and talk at ease at this time.

"Queen, you... You really can't do this... You'd better not do this! I said, can you give us some more time? Wait, our wizards are working hard to restore order in London and eliminate instability..."

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

"Minister scrimger, you'd better sit down first!"

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

But maybe you've lived long enough! Even if he sits there slightly lazily, he can make people feel a strange persuasion.

In fact, scrimger thought that the old man was really a little like Dumbledore... Well, in fact, it was just a little bit!

And this old man, he is the old owner of the Davidson family who has no reputation in the magic world and no one will hear about it in the Muggle world.

Well, maybe another title can make people understand his identity more!

He is the chief bishop of England, the Archbishop of Canterbury - of course, he was in office many years ago. Now he is just a low-key old wizard who has a good relationship with the royal family.

"In my opinion, the threat that Haier Bo's recovery can bring to the world is probably much more terrible than you and I thought. Not only the magic world, but also the Muggle world will suffer together... We wizards alone may not be able to really stop him..."

The old man drooped his eyes and slowly told his views. Perhaps it was because he was really old, so he unconsciously put every word and sentence very slowly to match his slightly sluggish thoughts.

But his slow thinking does not mean that his idea is wrong.

On the contrary, because the former Archbishop has crossed the world of magic and Muggle all his life, his knowledge and knowledge are far more than anyone else.

Even the Minister of magic, who must pass the Muggle knowledge examination, is determined not to be as deep as his understanding of the world.

Judging from the general level of the magical world, today's wizards are probably unable to compete with the ancient Wizard "despicable halbo".

After all, that guy is alone and can't die. His personal strength is strong enough to make people doubt life. Black wizards like this are really hard to deal with.

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

The old man's words are indeed reasonable. If he can make wizards and Muggles unite, he will at least reduce the pressure to hide from Muggles.

What's more, such a common enemy situation is undoubtedly a great opportunity to promote mutual understanding and integration between Muggles and wizards.

However, once the wizard community is brought back into Muggle's vision, some very bad consequences are almost obvious.

"No, Mr. Davidson..." slinger took a deep breath and shook his head very firmly. "Although I believe that the day when wizards and Muggles live in harmony with each other will come - this is the general trend, no doubt."

He first described an almost inevitable future, but soon he was very realistic:

"But it's really too early... Really, there are many bad developments that are difficult to control, and we can't bear the consequences. If we really do that, we will definitely become eternal sinners in the world!"

When the magic world and the Muggle world become one again, Haier Bo may be easier to solve, but the situation changes after that

Just thinking about it, slinger would feel his hair stand upright.

That's the only point. Doesn't the Archbishop know? The old man is not a villain, nor does he have much ambition - if he has a heart, he can actually do a lot of things.

Since he still chose to do so when he understood the consequences, he naturally had 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 we don't do so... Can you guarantee that we won't become sinners?"

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

"I --"

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

It's a pity that even if Marca plays hard with Haier Bo in London, he still can't give him enough confidence to make this heavy guarantee.

On the other side, Archbishop Davidson did not stop because he was difficult to speak, but continued:

"Mr. slinger... I believe you understand that the queen has given you a lot of time. No, this time can't be regarded as given to you by the Queen - she doesn't have the qualification. This time is actually given to us by the 'reality' in front of us..."

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

"So you asked the British government to act conservatively and blockade the whole of London, which I and the queen support very much."

"However, we can't completely isolate the information in London from the outside world - it's impossible," he said. "Our families have tried their best and the British government has tried their best. Now... No one knows when the blockade will collapse. Even a small information leak may completely collapse the blockade."

"We really can't afford to wait..."

In this case, involving the army will become a possibility.

Because although the emergence of the army will make the news blockade completely ineffective, once the Muggle's military power can completely recover the ongoing disaster in London, it will become an excuse afterwards.

If this event is regarded as a super large terrorist event, combined with the means of the magic world, it may be able to minimize the bad impact.

Just before that, no one can predict whether the "magic event" in London will set off an irrecoverable storm of public opinion in Britain and even the world.

"So," the old bishop suddenly stood up on the handle of his seat, went to scrimger and patted him on the shoulder, "sit down! All we can do now is sit here and wait quietly... Isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Until now, the queen, who remained silent, finally opened her mouth, although she only said so.

As a special Muggle who doesn't know magic but knows a lot about the magic world, and as a queen, she bears much more pressure than slinger.

Nominally, she has no right to deploy troops, but at such a critical moment, she can't see London getting worse and worse.

The wizard is excellent. According to the following report, the Aurors are also making unremitting efforts 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.

For the Queen's "sorry", scrimgeor just managed to squeeze out a smile, and then finally sat back in his chair.

Yes, the cushion is very soft and the backrest is very comfortable... But now all the enjoyment seems to have become a hidden punishment, which makes him feel like a needle on pins and needles.

"McLean, now I can only rely on you. If you can make this disaster pass quickly and restore peace to this city, I will set up the largest statue for you on behalf of the British magic world and accept the admiration of wizards all over the world!"

All he can do now is really pray.