Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

On the second floor of Whitehall, in the council chamber, the Prime Minister sat in a chair behind a table, gesturing for Harry to sit down. Tea had already been poured by his secretary, and the temperature was just right.

"Well then, let's get straight to the point. I have a lot of things to take care of at the Ministry of Magic," Harry said, taking a sip of tea and taking the initiative. "My time is quite valuable, and I'm sure yours is too."

"Of course." The Prime Minister nodded, having already mentally sketched out a character for Harry: arrogant and haughty, but with the right to be so, not to mention how young he was. "Then, can I ask you for more details about what you mean by the coexistence of wizards and Muggles?"

"Literally," Harry said. "In the past, because of the unforgivable things you did to wizards in the Middle Ages, we hid in your shadows to protect ourselves, but now, we don't need to anymore."

As he spoke, Harry rolled up his sleeve, revealing his arm covered in surgical lines. Then, with a "whoosh," a mantis knife emitting a blue glow shot out. The terrifying heat was palpable even from a distance, and his bodyguards standing in the secret compartment of the room had already drawn their pistols. Only then did Harry retract the mantis knife.

"As you can see, wizards' technology far surpasses yours, so we don't need to hide it anymore. However, I love peace, and directly touching the boundary between wizards and Muggles is too dangerous and could trigger a war. Therefore, I've come to discuss coexistence between wizards and Muggles with you." Actually, Harry was a little unsure himself. Most of his words were just to bluff the Prime Minister in front of him. He could only hope that Fudge, that idiot, hadn't told him the truth about wizards.

The Prime Minister was clearly fooled. These prosthetic technologies were indeed far superior to theirs, just as Harry had said. In particular, he was shocked when he learned from the officers that these prosthetics were already widely deployed. The Prime Minister tried to see a hint of deception on Harry's face, but unfortunately, Harry's face was also prosthetic. He controlled his muscles very easily, and the Prime Minister couldn't see anything wrong with him.

He sighed inwardly, but quickly began to ponder. Wizards were already so advanced; if he could obtain their technology... He thought to himself, but new problems arose one after another. What if these wizards were not satisfied with staying in their own wizarding world and wanted the whole country? What would happen to the people and society? What would become of his position?

Thinking of this, the Prime Minister looked up and said, "So, Mr. Minister, what kind of coexistence do you want?" The Prime Minister himself did not realize that his attitude had become somewhat humble.

Finally getting to the point, Harry sat up straight. "Prime Minister, first of all, wizards will no longer stay in their own world. I hope you will declare the existence of wizards in your country and enact laws to protect them. After all, even if we are wizards, we are still your people, so I don't want to hear any news about you experimenting on wizards."

"Of course." The Prime Minister nodded. "However, the existence of wizards will inevitably have a significant impact on society, causing considerable social upheaval, extreme discrimination groups, and the like. These problems created by you wizards will have to be solved by you."

"That's for sure. I will form a new law enforcement department, and I hope I can obtain law enforcement authority from you."

"Okay." The Prime Minister agreed readily. After all, whether he agreed or not was irrelevant. If the wizard was really that powerful, his so-called law enforcement power would be nothing in the wizard's eyes. It would be better to do him a favor.

"Well then, one last thing," Harry said, staring into the Prime Minister's eyes, "I hope I can obtain technical personnel and industrial products like minerals from you. I'll use your talent and resources to develop technology, and in return, we'll provide you with our technology."

"This..." The Prime Minister hesitated. He certainly wanted the wizard's technology, but the conditions offered by the wizard in front of him were too generous. Even without their talent, the level of wizarding technology that Harry had just demonstrated would definitely not be lacking in such a small amount. So, what exactly did the wizard in front of him want?

One thought after another flashed through the Prime Minister's mind. He even wondered if the wizards' level was not as high as Harry had said, but he dared not gamble. After all, there were dragons outside the window, and who knew how many wizards they might have? If the negotiations broke down, he would definitely be the one who suffered.

After a long silence, a full five minutes, the Prime Minister even considered the possibility that the wizard in front of him was a controlled puppet, but in the end he nodded heavily. "Okay, write down what you need, and I will give you my support."

"Then, you can draft the contract. I'll stay here and wish us a successful collaboration." Harry stood up and extended his hand to the Prime Minister.

"It's a pleasure working with you. I look forward to the day when wizards coexist with us." The Prime Minister also stood up and shook hands with Harry.

.......

Back at the top floor of the Ministry of Magic, it was already seven in the morning. Everything was ready, and they were just waiting for Lucius and the reporters to arrive.

At exactly eight o'clock, on the horizon, carriages flew toward the Ministry of Magic, each bearing the Malfoy family crest and enchanted with a Stretch-Without-Trace Charm to accommodate more people and goods.

From the sky, the horseless carriages could easily spot the large crater on the ground surrounded by Muggle soldiers. The heavily armed vehicles had already withdrawn, leaving only soldiers to guard the site. Because Harry had given prior notice, Lucius instructed the coachman to go directly into the crater, ignoring the Muggles. Thus, before the eyes of the Muggle soldiers, one after another, luxurious horseless flying carriages descended from the sky, entered the crater, and slowly landed on the marble floor.

Lucius stepped down from the carriage, and the carriages behind him opened their doors one after another. Members of the Hogwarts Church escorted professors who had come to Hogwarts for help and those who wanted to assist the Ministry of Magic as they disembarked from the carriages.

"Mr. Lucius, you've finally arrived." Harry stood up and went to greet him.

"Of course, as the most capable young minister in the wizarding world, I will be watching his inauguration from beginning to end." With that, Lucius handed a cloth bag to Harry. "This contains the unforgivable things those parasites have done to our wizarding world. I hope that Minister Harry will deal with it properly."

"That's natural."

After saying this, Harry had Lucius taken to sit down next to the judgment seat, while he himself wanted to catch up with his old friend.

"Hermione, Ron, Draco..." Harry greeted his old friends one by one.

"Harry! You did it!" Hermione was the first to come up and congratulate him, followed by Ron, Neville, the Weasley twins... Only Malfoy remained respectful, but the excitement in his eyes was impossible to suppress.

Harry chatted and laughed with his friends while glancing at those who supported the old Ministry of Magic. "You've all done a good job, everyone. Please take your seats. The trial will begin at ten o'clock. As for these prisoners, the soldiers will take them to where they need to go."