Chapter 1173 New Journey

Because it's still half an hour before dinner time, the classes for other age groups haven't ended yet. Burning novels?`

Soon, the fifth graders who finished their exams will all go outside the castle to breathe the fresh air, or prepare for tonight's carnival.

Unlike the excitement of the fifth grade, the seventh grade students were somewhat sad, and the air was full of reluctance to part. They used their last time to leave Hogwarts as souvenirs. After graduation, many People may never have the chance to go back to school in this life.

Several first-year students hurried past Alvin and Hermione, happy for the upcoming carnival.

Anyway, in the past year, because of Umbridge's intervention, Hogwarts and Gryffindor didn't have many happy things. relax.

When there were only Ivan and Hermione left around, Hermione stopped her tidying up work.

"When are you leaving?" She couldn't help asking,

"Maybe I will leave the morning after tomorrow. Dumbledore helped me apply for a special Floo network. I can go directly to the Cairo Explorer Hotel through the school's fireplace." Ai Wen said, and arranged the test materials according to the category, " I booked a room there."

"I want to go with you!"

"I've talked to you about this before, and there's only one invitation letter, Hermione, don't worry!"

"But, just you alone, I'm still a little worried..."

"It's not that I haven't been to Egypt." Ivan said softly, "Voldemort is not there either, nothing will happen!"

He held Hermione in his arms and whispered together, and Ivan promised that she would find Hermione when she came back.

Like last year, after Harry left his uncle and aunt's house, they should spend their summer vacation at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at 12 Grimmauld Place this year.

At that time, everyone will gather there, including Elaine.

Under the current circumstances, Harry's safety remains the top priority.

After Dumbledore's frank talk with them, Harry also understood why he wanted to go back to the Dursleys.

He was less angry now, and Voldemort no longer invaded his mind.

Sirius has no tasks for the time being during this holiday, so he doesn't need to run around with Ivan. He said a few days ago that he would go to talk to the Dursleys about Harry, and if possible, he would live in that Muggle's house.

Although Dumbledore did not agree with him doing this, thinking about it, Harry shouldn't be too sad this summer.

You know, until now, the Dursleys still thought that Sirius was a wanted escaped prisoner who had murdered someone.

Now that fugitives were mentioned, the panic in the wizarding world quickly spread to the Muggle world.

This summer vacation is destined not to be peaceful!

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Just as Ivan finished his exam and was preparing to go to Egypt to attend the International Alchemy Conference, a group of unwelcome guests came to the British Prime Minister's office.

It was almost midnight, and the Prime Minister sat alone in his office, reading a long memorandum.

But his mind went blank, and he didn't understand what was written on it.

He was waiting for a call from the leader of a country in the far east, doubting whether the hapless fellow would call at all, while refraining from many unpleasant memories of a long and tiring week .

The current world is really getting more and more chaotic, and the UK is facing unprecedented challenges.

The more the Prime Minister wanted to concentrate on reading the words on the paper in front of him, the more clearly he saw the gloating face of one of his political opponents. His political opponent appeared in the news that day, and not only listed one by one. All the horrific accidents that have happened, and every single one of them has been analyzed logically to be the fault of the government.

Apart from bad luck, the Prime Minister probably cannot find other words to describe his current situation.

With the continued economic downturn, frequent terrorist attacks, and terrible natural disasters, it is said that larger demonstrations are in the pipeline.

If it continues like this, I am afraid that before this holiday ends, he will end his ruling career...

But in the face of the current situation, first of all, I don't know what to do.

His pulse quickened at the thought of these accusations, for they were unjust and untrue.

Imagine how his government could possibly have prevented that bridge from collapsing?

It is intolerable that someone should suggest that the government is not investing enough in bridge construction. The bridge had been built less than ten years ago, and the best experts could not explain how it had suddenly snapped neatly in two, sending a dozen cars into the deep river below.

Also, someone went so far as to suggest that the police were inadequate for the two vicious murders that were so much publicized, and that the government should have foreseen that weird hurricane in the West that was taking a huge toll on lives and property.

Also, one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Jollet, behaved strangely this week, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his family, so he handed in his resignation letter to him. Is this also his fault?

"The whole country is in panic," concluded the opposition, with a barely concealed smug smile.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened.

The prime minister himself felt that the country was in a little bit of panic, and people seemed more panicked than usual.

Even the weather was unsatisfactory. It was still in the middle and early June, and London was filled with cold fog, and there was no sunshine.

This is very wrong, very abnormal...

First of all, I turned to the second page of the memorandum, and found that the content behind it was still very long. Knowing that it was impossible to read it all, I simply gave up.

He stretched his arms over his head and surveyed his office gloomily.

It was a stately room, with a handsome marble fireplace facing the long sash windows, which were shut tightly against the unseasonably cold mist outside.

The Prime Minister shivered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist against the windowpane.

As he stood with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He froze, his own terrified face in the black windowpane in front of him.

The cough was familiar to him, he had heard it before, and he turned slowly to face the empty room.

"Hello?" he said, trying to sound brave.

At that moment, he knew it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would agree to him.

However, a voice immediately answered, this voice was clear and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech.

The Prime Minister knew when he heard the first cough that it was coming from the little froglike man in the long silver wig who was the figure in a little dirty oil painting in the far corner of the room.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister, requesting an urgent meeting, please reply immediately. You are faithful, Fudge." The man in the oil painting looked at the Prime Minister questioningly.

"Hmm!" said the Prime Minister, trying to keep his voice steady. "Listen, this is not the right time for me. I'm waiting for a call from the leader of a very important country..."

"That can be rearranged," said the portrait without thinking.

The prime minister's heart sank, and that was all he was worried about.

"But I do want to talk to him..."

"We will send someone to make the other party forget about the call, and he will call again tomorrow night." The little man said, "Please answer Mr. Fudge immediately."

"I, oh, well, well!" said the Prime Minister resignedly. "Okay, I'll see Fudge."

He hurried to his desk, straightening his tie to look more formal, and had just settled down, adjusting his face to be as relaxed and composed as he wished, when he saw the empty grate beneath the marble fireplace. Suddenly bright green flames burst out...