Because it was still half an hour before it was time for dinner, the classes for other ages were not over yet. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Soon, all the fifth-graders who have finished their exams are out outside the castle to get some fresh air or prepare for tonight's party.

Unlike the excitement of Year 5, the Year 7 students were somewhat sad, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of reluctance to leave, and they used their last time to go to Hogwarts to leave memorials, after all, after graduation, many people may never have the opportunity to return to school in their lives.

Several first-year students hurried past Evan and Hermione, rejoicing in the envelope that was coming.

Anyway, in the past year, because of Umbridge's involvement, there hasn't been much to make Hogwarts and Gryffindor feel happy, and everyone is so nervous that they need to relax.

When only Evan and Hermione were left, Hermione stopped tidying up.

"When are you leaving?" she couldn't help but ask,

"I'll leave the morning after tomorrow, Dumbledore has helped me apply for a special Floo net, and I can go directly to the Explorers Inn Cairo through the school's fireplace. Evan said, arranging the exam materials by category, "I booked a room there." ”

"I want to go with you!"

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

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

"It's not like I haven't been to Egypt. Evan whispered, "Voldemort isn't there either, it'll be fine!"

He took Hermione into his arms and whispered together, and Evan promised her that he would go to Hermione when she returned.

Like last year, after Harry left his aunt's house, they were supposed to spend the summer at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place.

When the time comes, everyone will gather there, including Elaine.

For now, Harry's safety remains a top priority.

After Dumbledore's open and honest conversation with them, Harry understood why he wanted to return to the Dursleys.

He wasn't so angry now, and Voldemort was no longer invading his mind.

Sirius didn't have any tasks this holiday for the time being, he didn't have to run around with Aven, he had said the other day that he would talk to the Dursleys about Harry, and if possible, he would live in that Muggle house.

Although Dumbledore disagreed with him doing this, Harry shouldn't be too sad this summer.

You know, until now, the Dursleys thought Sirius was a wanted escaped criminal.

Speaking of fugitives, panic in the wizarding world quickly spread to the Muggle world.

This summer vacation is not destined to be peaceful!

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Just as Evan was finishing his exams and preparing to travel to Egypt for the International Alchemy Congress, a group of unwelcome guests greeted the British Prime Minister's office.

It was almost midnight, and the prime minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo.

But his mind went blank and he didn't understand what it meant.

He was waiting for a call from the leader of a country far to the East, and on the one hand he doubted that the hapless fellow would call, and on the other hand restrained the many unpleasant memories of this long and tiring week.

The world is getting more and more chaotic at the moment, and Britain is facing unprecedented challenges.

The more the Prime Minister tried to concentrate on reading the words on the piece of paper in front of him, the clearer he saw the gloating face of one of his political enemies, whose political opponents appeared on the news that day, not only listing all the terrible accidents that had occurred in recent times, but also analysing in a straightforward manner that every accident was due to the negligence of the government.

The prime minister probably can't find any other words to describe his current situation, except for bad luck.

With the economy in the doldrums, terrorist attacks and horrific natural disasters, it is said that larger demonstrations are in the pipeline.

If he continues like this, I'm afraid he will end his ruling career before this holiday ends......

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 have prevented that bridge from collapsing?

It is unbearable that some people have suggested that the government is not investing enough in bridge construction. Less than a decade after the bridge was built, the best experts could not explain how it could suddenly break in two, with a dozen cars buried deep in the river below.

In addition, some people have suggested that it was the lack of police force that led to the two vicious murders that have been widely reported, and that the government should have foreseen the strange hurricane in the west, which caused huge losses to people's lives and property.

Also, is it his fault that one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Chowley, behaved strangely this week, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his family, and just handed him his resignation?

"There was panic across the country. The opposition finally concluded, barely hiding a smug smile on his face.

Unfortunately, this is indeed the case.

The Prime Minister himself sensed that the country was in a state of panic, and people seemed more panicked than usual.

Even the weather was not as good as it could be, and it was still mid to early June, and London was filled with cold fog and no sunlight could be seen.

It's very wrong, it's not normal......

First of all, I turned to the second page of the memo, and found that the rest of the content was still very long, and I knew that it was impossible to read it, so I simply gave up.

He stretched his arms above his head and looked at his office depressedly.

It was a very imposing room, with a beautiful marble fireplace facing the long sashed windows, which were closed tightly to keep out the unseasonal cold fog outside.

The prime minister shuddered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist clinging to the windowpane.

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

He froze, his own frightened face in the dark windowpane in front of him.

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

"Hey?" he said, trying to make his voice sound brave.

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

Immediately, however, a voice answered, this one crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech.

The Prime Minister knew from the first cough that it was coming from the little frog-like man in a long silver wig who was the figure of a small dirty oil painting in the corner of the room.

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

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

"That can be rescheduled. The portrait said without thinking.

The Prime Minister's heart sank, and this was what he was worried about.

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

"We're going to send someone to make the other person forget about the call, and he'll call again tomorrow night. The little man said, "Please reply to Mr. Fudge at once." ”

"I, oh, well, well!" said the Prime Minister helplessly, "yes, I'll see Fudge." ”

He hurried over to his desk, straightening his tie to make himself look more formal, and he had just sat down, adjusting his facial expression to be as relaxed and composed as he had hoped, when a bright green flame suddenly erupted from the empty grate beneath the marble fireplace......