Chapter 936: Cracks in the World Barrier

When the first gunshot rang out in Buckingham Palace, it meant that Muggle military forces were formally involved in this major disaster in the wizarding world that originated from the ancient dark wizards.

This gun, of course, does not represent the British government, but the majesty of the British royal family.

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

But in fact, due to the unavoidable connection between the British royal family and some wizarding families in the wizarding world, what they can do is far more known than ordinary Muggle people.

But this time, when the British government was temporarily stagnated due to the "negotiation" of Minister of Magic Scrimgeour, as a member of the royal family with the ability to judge independently, it finally couldn't bear it any longer.

London was theirs, not wizards'.

When the entire city of London was about to fall into absolute chaos, even if the key members of the royal family knew that the result of intervention would be terrible, they had to act.

Otherwise, even if they refrained from handing over the situation to the wizards, the most likely possibility now... would be the victory of the dark wizards.

It's Christmas time now, and if she followed the usual practice in previous years, the Queen would have gone to the Sandringham Manor in Norfolk to spend this wonderful holiday with her family.

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

At this moment, Mr. Scrimgeour has arrived at Buckingham Palace, and is standing beside the luxurious armchair not far from the Queen's bedside.

Of course, it wasn't that he wasn't allowed to sit down, nor was it to show respect to the Muggle Queen. To be honest, he really couldn't sit down and talk with peace of mind at this time.

"Queen, you...you really can't do this...it's better not to do this! I said, can you give us some more time? Wait a minute, we wizards are working hard to restore order in London and remove unstable factors ..."

But before he finished speaking, he heard a slightly old voice sounding from beside the Queen.

"Minister Scrimgeour, you should sit down first!"

It was an old man wearing a religious robe, with a pair of slightly scratched glasses on the bridge of his nose, he didn't look very spiritual.

But maybe live long enough! Even if he sat there a little lazily, he could make people feel a strange persuasion.

In fact, Scrimgeour felt that the old man was a bit like Dumbledore back then... well, it was just that "a little bit"!

And this old man, he is the old head of the Davidson family who has no reputation left in the wizarding world, and few people in the Muggle world will hear about it.

Well, maybe changing the title can make people understand his identity better!

He is the Chief Bishop of England, the Archbishop of Canterbury—of course, the period when he was in office was many years ago, and now he is just a low-key old wizard who has a good relationship with the royal family.

"In my opinion, the threat that Hai Erbo's recovery can bring to this world,

Probably far more terrifying than you and I imagined. Not only the wizarding world, but the Muggle world will suffer together... We wizards alone may not be able to really stop him..."

The old man drooped his eyelids and slowly expressed his opinion. Maybe it's because he is really old, so every word and every sentence is unconsciously slowed down to match his slightly sluggish thoughts.

But just because he thinks slowly doesn't mean his thinking is wrong.

On the contrary, because the former archbishop has straddled the two worlds of the wizarding world and the Muggle world all his life, his knowledge and cognition are far beyond comparison.

Even the Minister of Magic, who has to pass the Muggle knowledge assessment, is definitely not as deep as his understanding of the world.

Judging from the background of the magic world on a general level, today's wizards probably really can't compete with the ancient wizard "Despicable Haierbo".

After all, that guy is alone, and he can't die, and his personal strength is so strong that people doubt his life. Such a dark wizard is really too difficult to deal with.

"So I think it's time to tear down 'that wall' between Muggles and wizards too... Don't you think so, Mr Scrimgeour?"

What the old man said was indeed reasonable, if wizards and Muggles could be united, then dealing with Hai Erbo would at least reduce the pressure of trying to hide from Muggles.

What's more, such a situation of fighting against the enemy is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to promote mutual understanding and integration between Muggles and wizards.

However, once the wizarding community was brought back into the Muggle field of vision, some very bad consequences were almost obvious.

"No, Mr. Davidson..." Scrimgeour took a few deep breaths, then shook his head resolutely, "Although I believe that the day will come when wizards and Muggles live in harmony with each other—this is the general trend, no doubt."

He first explained an almost inevitable future, but quickly said very realistically:

"It's just that it's really too early now... Really, there are many bad developments that are difficult to control, and we simply cannot bear the consequences. If we really do that, we will definitely become eternal sinners in this world!"

When the wizarding world and the Muggle world merged again, Hai Erbo might be easier to deal with, but the situation changed after that...

Just thinking about it made Scrimgeour's hairs stand on end.

Just this point, isn't the old bishop not clear? The old man was not a villain, nor did he have great ambitions—he could actually do a lot if he wanted to.

Since he still chose to do this despite knowing the consequences, there is a reason for it.

"Yes, I don't deny that your worry is necessary, and... we may really become 'sinners' in history." The old leader sighed softly, "But, if you don't do this...can you Guaranteed that we will not become sinners?"

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

"I--"

Scrimgeour opened his mouth, he wanted to answer the old leader's question in the affirmative, he wanted to decisively give such a firm and powerful word "Leave it to me".

It's a pity that even though Maca fought Haierbo inextricably in London, he still couldn't give him enough confidence to make such a heavy guarantee.

On the other side, the old Bishop Davidson didn't stop there because he had difficulty speaking, but continued:

"Mr. Scrimgeour...I believe you understand that the queen has given you a lot of time. No, this time is not considered as the queen gave you—she does not have the qualifications. This time, in fact, is for us The 'reality' before us gives us..."

"If the wizarding world is to remain hidden from Muggles' sight, we must return London to normal order as quickly as possible."

"So, you asked the British government to act conservatively and lock down the whole of London. The Queen and I both support it."

"However, it is impossible for us to completely isolate the information in London from the outside world - it is impossible," he said, "our families have tried their best, and the British government has also tried their best, but now...no one knows what Sometimes the blockade will collapse, and even a small leak of information may completely bring down the entire blockade."

"We really can't wait..."

In this case, it will become a possibility to involve the military.

Because, although the appearance of the army will make the information blockade completely useless, once the Muggle military power can completely calm the disaster that is happening in London, it will become an excuse afterwards.

If this incident is regarded as a super-large-scale terrorist incident, it may be possible to compress the bad influence to a minimum in conjunction with the means of the magic world.

But before that, whether this "magical incident" in London will set off a storm of public opinion that cannot be concealed in the whole of the UK and even the world is something that no one can predict.

"Therefore," the old bishop stood up suddenly, leaning on the handle of the chair, walked to Scrimgeour, and patted him on the shoulder, "sit down! All we can do now is Just sitting here and waiting quietly...isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Until this moment, the **** who had been silent all this time finally spoke, although she only said such a sentence.

As a special Muggle who doesn't know magic but knows a lot about the wizarding world, and at the same time as a queen, the pressure on her shoulders is even greater than that of Scrimgeour.

In name, she does not have the right to deploy the army, but at such a critical moment, she cannot watch London get worse and worse.

Wizards are outstanding, and according to the report below, the Aurors are also working tirelessly for peace. But with the efforts of the wizards, she couldn't see the dawn of hope at all.

She can't wait any longer.

For the queen's "sorry", Scrimgeour just forced a smile, and finally sat back on the chair helplessly.

Yes, the seat cushion is very soft, and the backrest is also very comfortable... But all the enjoyment now seems to have turned into a hidden punishment, making him feel like sitting 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 definitely erect the largest statue for you on behalf of the British wizarding world, and accept the praise of wizards all over the world." Admire!"

All he could do now was really to pray.

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