In the eyes of everyone, the agreed time has come.

The front of the parliament was crowded, and the anti-wizard crowd chose to hold a demonstration on this day. People came from all counties around London, and many stragglers came from the north. Without even having a few bites of food, they took out banners and leaflets from their suitcases and joined the parade, but there were too many people. The printed leaflets were not enough, and many people squeezed over to ask them for leaflets with a smile. Even the booklets in the organizers were sent out. The crowd slowly walked forward, occasionally raising their necks and shouting slogans.

"Who are these?" The organizer couldn't figure it out.

His assistant went out and went back to report.

"There are many foreigners, and several nearby counties, who are here to witness this major historical event." Seeing the organizer glaring at him, the assistant hurriedly said: "Of course we also have many companions. I have seen six or seven familiar organization names, all of which were recently established."

He was telling the truth. At this point in time, although the Internet has appeared, its influence still cannot keep up with the paper media, which has led to the fact that there has not yet appeared nationwide anti-wizarding organizations. They are based on counties and counties, and few can span many places. In order to promote their own ideas, many organizations publish the news in newspapers, with addresses and consultation phone numbers.

What they didn't know was that a small number of wizards were mixed in the crowd.

There is never a shortage of people in strange costumes in the parade, which provides a safe environment for the wizards to hide their identities. Some wizards could not stand quitting immediately after walking a distance with the team.

"There are so many people who oppose the wizard." Ernie McMillan said with a pale face, his legs shaking as if they were disobedient, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, frightened by the huge parade.

"More people came than the New Year parade." Justin Fenlieri said with lingering fear.

The sky was dark, gloomy and dark clouds. It had just rained lightly in the morning, but the clouds did not dissipate in the afternoon, but were thicker. The sky above their heads seemed to have overturned an ink bottle, and it was pitch black, and a heavy rain might fall at any time. The distant, bitter gray-white skylight was unknown.

More wizards chose to stand on the roof, and they got news from magic radio stations and newspapers, and rushed to wait for the results. Looking down from a high place, winding colorful teams filled the streets, shouting loud slogans every once in a while, like the raging waves rolled up from the sea. The closer they were to the Thames,

The more you can see the focus of these teams gathering - the Parliament Building.

A corner in front of the parliament building is filled with various interview cars. Well-known news media from all over the country and even around the world have arrived.

They are eager to get first-hand information, and whether it is the wizarding world or the ordinary people, they can easily draw a conclusion:

Everything about to happen today is of great importance, representing the first formal contact between wizards and ordinary people, and its influence is far and immeasurable.

"The police were maintaining order at the scene. We can see that the Sun sent out many well-known journalists, including Skit, who became famous in the series of gun bans. She had a brief conversation with a wizard during the riots two weeks ago. I wonder if she could continue her luck today..."

A reporter shouted loudly at the camera, and his voice spread to thousands of households in the next second.

The Granger and his wife sat on the sofa, holding their hands tightly together; Mr. Fenlieri's cup was hanging in the air, and the coffee inside was cold; Uncle Fennon cursed and turned on the TV, saying a few familiar swear words.

Cornwall, Ebria, Devon, Isle of Wight, Kent, and everyone's heart is touching...

Two figures suddenly appeared on a tall building opposite the Thames. The sky was dark and the wind was blowing, so no one noticed them.

The two seemed to be carved from the same mold.

"It turned out to be you, George." Fred said seriously.

"Yes, what a coincidence, why did you show up here?" George said tacitly.

"I think it's because we both phantomed together." Fred grinned.

"Okay, you two!" Mrs. Weasley shouted in dismay, with Ginny and Penelo standing beside her. "I warn you not to cause trouble today, if you dare to sprinkle candy down there."

Fred and George exchanged glances with each other.

"It's so wonderful, mom, why didn't we expect it? We only brought the latest model of Weasley Fireworks"

"A playhouse should invite you to be a consultant."

"Shut up!" Mrs. Weasley said furiously, waving the wand in her hand, like holding a fire stick. Fred and George shrank their necks in fear.

"Where is Bill and Furong?" Fred looked around.

"One-and Charlie," said George.

"Yes, I didn't expect that he was obviously quite big," said Fred.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes were on fire, but she forced herself to calm down, and there was Muggle below. She lowered her voice and scolded: "You all calm down! Your dad and Percy cooperated with the Ministry of Magic, Bill and Fleur mixed into the crowd to maintain order. As for Charlie..." She was stunned, "His work is kept secret."

"More important than Harry and Ron?" Fred and George asked curiously.

"That's different." Mrs. Weasley said with a stern face. "They don't need to keep it secret. The newspaper has been published long ago, with fourteen children in total... They are still so young that they have to shoulder the future of the wizarding world." She wiped her eyes.

"Don't make mom angry!" Ginny raised her eyebrows, "She has cried several times."

"Don't worry, Professor Happ will protect them." Penelo also said, "and the wizards hidden around him."

"Yes, I think at least one tenth of the wizards are coming, and the Diagonal Alley is half empty." Fred said with a look around, pointing in one direction, "I saw an acquaintance. There is the Digory family over there. Did you see it? Cedric waved at us!"

"Do you want to go over and say hello?" George asked with his head tilted.

"You talked about my heart." Fred said with a smile, and the two of them held hands and phantoms, and Mrs. Weasley was so angry that she bulged her chest like a bullfrog, "It's still so worry-free!"

Ginny's eyes flashed, and she wanted to go out for a walk, but she was one step too late.

After a while, Fred and George returned and brought back news from nearby

"Cedric said he couldn't contact Qiu anymore, and I told him that in half an hour, his girlfriend would fall from the sky - I'm so sorry,

We have graduated, otherwise we might be able to get in."

"Fred!"

"Well, they are all pretty good, and they are currently in a stable mood. Except for the Perkins family who chose to run into the Muggle law enforcement officers, they have to change the place!"

"Is Old Perkins' back still hunched?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern.

"Mom, I thought you wouldn't ask this question. He has sent camping equipment everywhere in the past two years. Don't interrupt, Mom, we also saw the Lovegood family, dressed like two orioles. By the way, have we cast a protective spell?"

"It has been applied."

If the parades on the ground are like surging waves, the roofs of the surrounding buildings are the reefs on the sea. They seem to have been occupied by wizards and were cast by Muggle expulsion spells, and everyone is anxiously waiting.

The parade finally met in front of the parliament building, waving flags and slogans of various colors (and raincoats). Every once in a while, a group of people would shout slogans, similar to "expelling wizards" and "severe punishment of offenders". Of course, some strange guys were also involved in these people. A small group of young people painted their faces with mysterious symbols, two banners wearing wizard hats and "Welcome wizards to dominate the world", but they were weak and their faces were swollen by angry passers-by, and they looked listless at this time.

More people sat in front of the TV, pinching the time, ready to see the true face of the wizard.

The Parliament Building, formerly known as Westminster Palace, is the largest Gothic building complex in the world. It covers an area of ​​more than 8 acres, including main buildings, horizontal towers and tall towers. It has multiple rooms and is the location of the British Parliament. As a famous national business card, it certainly carries other uses, which is just like the occasions today.

A team of soldiers wearing bearskin hats, red velvet uniforms and black trousers guarded the door. They followed the Queen's carriage an hour ago. The Queen was surrounded by the Prime Minister and several ministers of the country and never came out again.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Big Ben clock in the northeast corner of the palace reported on time on time. The loud bells calmed the restless crowd and resounded throughout the country with the radio broadcast. Everyone was excited and time was up.

The Queen and the Prime Minister came out of the palace, followed by a group of cabinet ministers and parliamentarians, and of course their dressed wives and family. Although everyone knows what's going on, at least in name, the Queen just wanted to invite the wizards to her afternoon tea party. If the talk is good, there may be a bonfire party in the evening.

"How is the science department ready?" a councillor asked the attendant.

"They are still debugging the equipment. Their first time they observed magic at close range, they were very positive in their attitudes, and they believed they could definitely measure useful data."

"I'm not as confident as you."

The door slowly opened, and the queen's reliance team became more upright. Everyone (including the people who were guarding the TV) looked forward to guessing how the wizard would appear.

"Are the tomatoes and rotten eggs ready?" A group of people in the crowd hid under the huge banner, and someone asked in a low voice.

"I'm ready, and I promise that no matter where they come from, I can't hide." The person next to him said unambiguously.

"Don't forget, those monsters can fly."

"We have a water gun, which is filled with chili oil. I heard that someone has brought a stun gun!"

"It's time to give them some colors! Give me a rotten egg - forget it, change it to tomatoes."

"Look at the sky!" a sharp-eyed man shouted.

The black and dark gray clouds continued to surging, and then a area turned orange-red, and the blazing pillars burned through the thick clouds, like a leaking faucet, forming a bright fan shape. The ground emitted a burst of riots and screams, "It's a dragon!" More people raised their heads, and a black hideous creature appeared in the clouds, covered with black scales, with bronze horns covered with cold light on their heads. Yellow eyes looked down below, and some people stood on its body.

The mythical creatures silenced the people below, and the reporters raised their microphones and fell to the ground at some point.

"Let's go down." Felix said calmly: "Remember not to react too much, I will relieve the danger in advance. Charlie, you can take the Fire Dragon away when we go down."

"Professor, can the school song be cancelled?" Ron said expectantly, "I can't find the tune." Draco Malfoy turned his head stiffly and stared at him, for the first time he felt that the opinions he made were constructive.

"The joke is nice, Weasley," Felix said calmly, "but the answer is no."

He said and jumped down.

Harry followed closely, followed by Ron, Hermione, Neville, Qiu Zhang, Susan Bones, Draco Malfoy, and Daphne Greengrass, a total of fourteen students. They spent a lot of time practicing floating magic in the past few days to make themselves more elegant.

"One, two, three, four...a total of fifteen wizards!"

Fifteen wizards fell from the sky, spotlessly clean, and the people below were amazed. When they came, a shocking roar came from the clouds, followed by a long bronze-colored thorny tail that broke through the clouds, swung them hard, and then disappeared.

The soft sunlight cast a beam of light, shining on the clearings in front of the parliament, on Felix and the others' faces. Everyone stared at them blankly. The dark clouds gathered again, and the sun was separated from the outside again. But this appearance made people unforgettable.

The Prime Minister was the first to come back to his senses.

He knew some of the wizard's plans. But even if he didn't know, he and his staff could analyze the possibility that the wizard wanted to take this opportunity to show his power. This was exactly what he wanted, and arranged for scientists and military personnel to observe nearby.

Without war, it does not mean that there is no need to play. On the contrary, this struggle will be more hidden and more comprehensive. Today is just the beginning, and it will become more intense when the real negotiations are in full force. Even if the negotiation results come out, they will not calm down. They intend to trap the wizards with cages of systems and laws. The Prime Minister strode over and shook hands with Felix who was standing in front of the team with enthusiasm.

Felix was slowing down, and he was in the other hut of thinking, collecting, summarizing and processing information within a radius of more than ten miles. He also used a faint emotional magic to amplify the emotions of some people. At this moment, their minds were full of hideous monsters on their heads, worried that if they jumped out to interrupt the process, a ball of flame would be smashed from the top of their heads, or they would be caught by a claw.

"Welcome to you." The Prime Minister said enthusiastically. He shook hands for a long time, giving enough time to take photos of the reporters. Then they slowly walked towards the gate, and the Queen stood there quietly, showing a decent smile.

The reporters have the most keen sense of smell and their psychological quality is higher than that of ordinary people. They can't wait to get ahead, and countless microphones popped up on both sides of the road. A basket of questions were thrown out:

"What mission do you come with?"

"The newspaper says you are the teacher of the wizard, but you look very young. Is the average age of the wizard lower than that of the average person?"

“If negotiations fail, will the wizard go to war with the government?”

"Do you really know magic? Could it be a liar? Do you agree to undergo strict tests?"

"Today, the weather in the whole UK is cloudy and covered with dark clouds. Does it mean that negotiations will not go smoothly?"
To be continued...