When the first shots rang out at Buckingham Palace, it meant that the Muggle military was officially involved in a major scourge in the wizarding world that began with the ancient dark wizards.

This shot naturally represents not the British government, but the majesty of the British royal family.

Yes, in Britain these days, the presence of the royal family is more of a spirit, a symbol that can add cohesion to the people.

But in fact, since the British royal family has always been involved with some wizarding families in the wizarding world, there is far more to what they can do than the average Muggle people know.

And this time, when the British government temporarily cooperated with the stagnation due to the "negotiations" of the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour, as a member of the royal family with independent judgment, he finally couldn't continue to endure it.

London is theirs, not wizards'.

At a time when the whole of London is about to descend into absolute chaos, even if the main members of the royal family know that the outcome of the intervention is going to be terrible, they must act.

Otherwise, even if they had resisted leaving the situation to the wizard to settle the situation, it seemed most likely now...... But I'm afraid it will be a victory for the dark wizards.

It's Christmas time now, and the Queen would have ****** gone to the Sandringham Manor in Norfolk to spend the holiday with her family.

But because of the disaster in London, she has now returned to Buckingham Palace with the help of the wizarding family, and is doing her part to protect the heart of this British territory as the Queen.

At this moment, Mr. Scrimgeour had arrived at Buckingham Palace, where he was standing beside the magnificent chair not far from the Queen's ******.

Of course, this was not because he was not 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 at ease at this time.

"Queen, you ...... You really can't do that...... It's better not to do that! I said, can you give us some more time? Wait, we wizards are working hard to restore order to London and remove instability......"

But before he could finish speaking, he heard a slightly old voice sound from the Queen's side.

"Minister Scrimthour, you'd better sit down first!"

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

But maybe it's long enough! Even if he sits there a little lazily, he can feel a strange persuasiveness.

In fact, Scrimgeour thought that the old man was a bit like Dumbledore...... Well, it's actually just 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 of it.

Well, maybe a different title can make people understand his identity better!

He was the Chief Bishop of England, the Archbishop of Canterbury – of course, many years before he was in office, and now he was just a low-key old wizard with a good relationship with the Crown.

"In my opinion, the threat that the resurgence of Helbo can bring to this world is probably far more terrifying than you and I can imagine. Not only the wizarding world, but also the Muggle world will suffer together...... We wizards alone may not be able to really stop him......"

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

But just because he thinks slowly doesn't mean he's wrong.

On the contrary, because the former archbishop has spanned the wizarding and Muggle worlds all his life, his knowledge and knowledge are far more than human.

Even the Minister of Magic, who had to pass a Muggle knowledge test to become a minister, was by no means as deep as his knowledge of the world.

Judging by the background of the wizarding world at a general level, today's wizards are probably really unable to compete with the ancient wizard "Despicable Helbo".

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

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

The old man did have a point, if wizards and Muggles could unite, then dealing with Helbo would at least reduce the pressure to hide from Muggles in every possible way.

What's more, a situation like this 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 sphere's view, some very bad consequences were almost obvious.

"No, Mr. Davidson......" Scrimgeour took a few deep breaths before shaking his head unusually firmly, "though I believe that the day will come when wizards and Muggles will live in harmony with each other—it's the general trend, there's no doubt about it." ”

He first laid out an almost inevitable future, but soon but very realistically:

"It's just that it's really too early...... Really, there are a lot of uncontrollable bad developments, and we simply can't afford the consequences. If we do that, we will definitely become the sinners of this world through the ages! ”

When the wizarding world and the Muggle world become one again, it is possible that Helbo will be easier to solve, but the situation has changed since then......

Just thinking about it makes Scrimgeour feel his hairs stand on end.

But this point, is it not clear to the old episcopal church? The old man wasn't a wicked man, and he didn't have much ambition - he could have done a lot if he had the heart.

Since he chose to do so even though he understood the consequences, there was a reason for it.

"Yes, I do not deny that your fears are warranted, and...... We may indeed become 'sinners' in history. The old sect leader sighed softly, "But if you don't do this...... Can you guarantee that we won't become sinners? ”

As he said this, he suddenly raised his head slightly, and a pair of deep eyes looked through the lenses into Scrimgeur's face.

"I-"

Scrimgeour opened his mouth, he wanted to answer the old master's question in the affirmative, he wanted to decisively give the firm and powerful words "leave it to me".

It's a pity that even if Maca had an inextricable fight with Helmo in London, he still couldn't give him enough confidence to make this heavy guarantee.

On the other side, Old Bishop Davidson did not stop because he could not speak, but continued:

"Mr. Scrimgeur...... As you know, the Queen has given you a lot of time. No, this time is not yet given to you by the queen - she does not have the qualifications. This time is actually the ...... given to us by the 'reality' in front of us."

"If we are to keep the wizarding world hidden out of the reach of Muggles, we must restore London to normal order as quickly as possible."

"So, you let the British government act conservatively and lock down the whole of London, which the Queen and I are very supportive of."

"But we can't completely cut off information from the outside world in London – it's impossible," he said, "and our families have done their best, and the British government has done their best, and now ...... No one knows when the lockdown will collapse, and even a small leak of information could bring the entire blockade down completely. ”

"We really can't afford to wait......"

In this case, it becomes a possibility to involve the military in the middle of it.

Because, although the presence of the army would completely render the news blockade completely useless, once the Muggle military force was able to completely put an end to the disaster that was unfolding in London, it would be an excuse afterwards.

If this incident is regarded as a super-large horror event, combined with the methods of the magical world, it may be possible to minimize the bad impact.

It's just that before that, whether this "magic event" in London will set off a storm of public opinion that cannot be concealed throughout the UK and even the world, this is something that no one can predict.

"So," said the old bishop, who suddenly stood up with the handle of his chair, walked over to Scrimgeur, and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Sit down!" All we can do now is sit here and wait...... Isn't it? ”

"I'm sorry, sir."

It was only at this moment that ******, who had remained silent, finally spoke, although she only said one sentence.

As a special Muggle who didn't know magic but knew a lot about the wizarding world, and as a queen, she was under far more pressure than Scrimgeour was.

Nominally, she had no right to deploy troops, but at such a critical moment, she could not afford to watch London get worse and worse.

The wizards are very good, and as far as the following report goes, the Aurors are also working tirelessly for peace. But thanks to the efforts of the wizards, she saw no hope at all.

She couldn't wait any longer.

Scrimgeour only reluctantly squeezed out a smile at the Queen's "sorry", and then finally sat back in his chair helplessly.

Yes, the seat cushions are soft and the backrest is comfortable...... But now all the enjoyment seems to have become a hidden punishment, making him feel like he is on pins and needles.

"McLean, now I have to rely on you. If you can get this disaster over and calm the city restored, I will erect the largest statue for you on behalf of the wizarding world in Britain, and be admired by wizards all over the world! ”

All he could do now was really pray.