In the morning, the Prime Minister made a speech in front of No. 10 Downing Street.

"...The group of wizards really existed. They had publicly acted as guests of the court. Their legends were still circulating in some places. However, between the fifteenth and seventeenth centuries, Britain and even the world were undergoing earth-shaking changes. The medieval period with a thousand-year history was coming to an end. The old order was destroyed, the new order had not been established yet, and our society suffered major changes in all aspects. At the same time, the contradiction between wizards and ordinary people continued to intensify, and some extremely bad things happened. It turned out that it was the scar left by our step from thorns to civilization."

“The wizards have since chosen to hide their identities, cut off their ties with the public, and ensure that this measure is implemented by establishing laws, which they call confidentiality laws.”

"A week ago, the hidden wizard society faced a huge choice - perhaps even the most important choice in recent years because of an accident. Because the two societies were separated from each other for too long, they were deeply unfamiliar with each other. The ministers of the country held many meetings, and all members of the parliament attended, including Her Majesty the Queen, and finally reached an agreement: to start the dialogue carefully."

"I am here to make an invitation publicly, hoping that the wizards can send a delegation. I believe that communication is the first step in resolving the dispute..."

After the Prime Minister finished speaking, he looked around and waited for the reporter to ask questions.

"Mr. Prime Minister, do you mean that last week's terrorist activities originated from accidents?" A reporter asked sharply, "According to statistics from all parties, although there were no casualties, the country's traffic congestion, city shutdowns, and the destruction of individual municipal public facilities have caused huge property losses to the country, not to mention that many people were frightened and hospitalized."

"Well... we have to admit that wizards are both good and bad. The difference is that they master magic, so there is a huge difference in individual combat abilities. The panic we experience is caused by an extremely evil and powerful black wizard and his followers. You should know that name, Grindelwald... He was ambitious and longed to rule the world sixty or seventy years ago."

"But he was finally locked up and imprisoned for half a century, until he fled from the wizard prison not long ago and planned this operation." The Prime Minister said cautiously: "He hopes that our society will be divided, and he will take the opportunity to make a comeback and burn every inch of the land. By then, Britain will not be spared and the world will not be spared... Given that terrible future, we must keep a clear mind and not fall into the trap."

Another reporter asked: "Has the government kept shading the existence of wizards from the public? What prompted you to keep secrets? Don't you think this is a trampling on the public's right to know?"

The Prime Minister did not answer directly, but changed his perspective.

"I think the greater reason why previous prime ministers have kept secrets together is to avoid panic in society, because wizards have hidden their identities for hundreds of years, and their image is very different from what we imagine in our minds... They have established regimes similar to ours and formed organizations of various forms, such as schools, hospitals, law enforcement agencies, and they even have organizations similar to the United Nations - wizards are also improving and developing."

At the end of the press conference, the Prime Minister turned around and walked back to No. 10 Downing Street.

"Thank you for everything you do, Mr. Prime Minister." Kingsley, who was an assistant, said politely.

The Prime Minister stopped.

"You don't understand, be ready to welcome the surging public opinion."

Kingsley was a little stunned, but the Prime Minister returned to his office without saying a word, standing in front of the windowsill and looking at the journalists and people who had never left. He had a premonition in his heart that everyone would be forced to be involved in a larger whirlpool of public opinion. His speech today was the fuse.

But he had no choice.

Whether it is for national interests or his personal political future, promoting negotiations is the best way. Even the opposition party did not force too much in this incident. When he took out wizard information, members of parliamentarians with different political views and different parties basically voted for approval.

These people are not all sincere, but no doubt they want to clean up the mess at this time.

If the current Prime Minister is removed from office on the grounds of opposing the wizard, there is only one way left to go: the attitude is extremely tough, the wizard is completely under the control of the government, and even the war is triggered.

But this approach is actually far more dangerous than launching peace talks. If peace talks violate some public opinion and are a thrilling tightrope performance, then hostility to the wizard and forcing the wizard to rise up and resist is to set off fireworks on the powder barrel.

The opposition party can gain public support through incitement and create extreme vocabulary, but when the war really breaks out, relatives, property, and a stable life... it is destroyed by the fact that the people have supported these members of the parliament and hate them at that time.

The Prime Minister heard the words he thought were similar to what he thought. He first talked, tested the bottom line during the negotiations, and then continued to seize benefits.

But there is never a shortage of speculators in this world.

Not long after, Felix received the news.

"Is it just an invitation? The details have not been agreed upon yet?" he asked in surprise.

"It's already decided, but the Prime Minister doesn't want to be too familiar in public," Ms. Bones said. "It's a week later, at 3pm, and the location is in the Parliament Building."

Felix blinked.

"Parliament Building? Not Buckingham Palace?"

"The Prime Minister did want to put the meeting place at Buckingham Palace at the beginning, but the Queen refused after careful consideration."

Felix smiled. "Hmm? Maybe he doesn't want to show obvious personal tendencies to avoid causing some extreme people's disgust... The Parliament Building is also good, there are many rooms..." He suddenly stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Thinking of something." Felix put away his smile and said seriously. He remembered the prophecy Dumbledore had shown him - that is, the massive anti-wizard parade. In the picture, in addition to Rita Skit's appearance at the scene, there was also a prominent sign, that is, the Parliament Building as the background.

Things seemed to be moving towards the picture Grindelwald saw.

For a week, anti-wizard parades have erupted in various places, but the momentum is not very popular. On the one hand, it is because this matter is only discussed in newspapers and the government has not yet expressed its opinions publicly; on the other hand, because the Ministry of Magic adopted a contraction strategy, ordinary people cannot find the right person even if they want to demonstrate.

The most important thing is that the 'wizard' is a new thing, and opponents need time to hang out together.

But it is obvious that they finally have a great opportunity now - time, a week later; location, parliamentary building; characters, wizard delegation.

Everything seems so natural.

Not long after Ms. Bones left, Hermione came with a list.

"There are more than 30 people currently signing up." She handed the parchment to Felix and said seriously: "Actually, since we appear here, it means we are willing to contribute to peace. But many people are worried that they are not performing well enough, and they have some suitable candidates in their hearts..."

"I guess you must be among the people they recommended, is that right, Miss Granger?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

Felix stared at the list and was tragically stubborn, "I really need to think about it." Since he thought that his appearance in a week might be related to prophecy, he would be more careful. At least the people he picked must pass the psychological quality.

The students completed today's task of sorting newspapers. As noon approached, some students returned home through the school fireplace, while others stayed at the school to discuss today's news. They were basically six or seventh grade students, who were already adults or nearly adults, and they looked like adults in their conversation and clothing.

Because it was summer vacation, these students did not wear school uniforms. The joint struggle and common hatred of the enemy in Japan have brought them together without distinguishing each other.

These phenomena are seen by the professors who stayed in the school, who are delighted with the change and would have happily held several banquets if it weren't for the wrong time. Slughorn had definitely had this idea.

As he walked through the foyer, Felix saw Snape. He stood in front of the downward stairs, and seemed to have been waiting for a while.

"Is there anything wrong, Severus?"

Snape looked up at Felix, and he asked in an emotional tone: "Has the time settled?"

"Next week," Felix quipped, "It's really exciting, right?"

Snape would not answer such questions, and he continued, "Are you going to bring a group of students to negotiate with the Muggle government?"

"Not negotiation, well-like a group of players on both sides of the field before the big Quidditch game." Felix thought about it and said his thoughts. "The young face helps to distinguish it from the Saints of Grindelwald, and..." he thought, trying to clarify his thoughts. "I'm thinking about how to show some of my strength without a trace. Isn't negotiation like this? Show sincerity and show muscles... But the method is important, and it can't be too aggressive. Is there any good way for you?"

"That's your business," Snape said coldly, turning around, his robe floating behind him, "Come with me."

Felix was a little confused, but he followed Snape toward his office. The door opened and Snape flashed into the room. Felix pushed open the door, guessing in his heart that Snape's intention was that some kind of potion made key progress?

Since he showed several lesions, including werewolf and dragon acne, to a group of pharmacists, at the Sword Castle, many wizards have chosen to stay near the Sword Castle to conduct research, and share their insights from time to time. Snape has also been there several times.

The Potions Professor's office was dim as always. Felix's eyes swept over the glass specimen jars placed against the wall, and finally stopped on Snape, with his back facing him, and his whole body blending into the darkness.

Snape's body trembled slightly, holding the table with one hand, as if he was desperately suppressing his emotions, like a forbearing snake. Felix captured this strange atmosphere, without making a sound urging, and stood quietly in place and waited.

Finally, Snape turned to face him, his eyes calm.

"Use disarming curse on me, Felix."
Chapter completed!