A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

The two seem to be cut from the same mold.

“So it was you, George,” Fred said seriously.

“Yes, what a coincidence, how did you end up here?” George said knowingly.

“I think it’s because we both Apparated together,” Fred grinned.

"Enough, you two!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, her voice irritated, with Ginny and Penelope standing beside her. "I'm warning you, don't cause any trouble today, or you'll be throwing candy down here—"

Fred and George exchanged a glance.

"That was amazing, Mom! Why didn't we think of that? We only brought the latest Weasley Fireworks I!"

"Yiba Theater should invite you to be their consultant."

“Shut up, you two!” Mrs. Weasley roared, brandishing her wand like a fire poker. Fred and George shrank back in fear.

"Where are Bill and Fleur?" Fred looked around.

“And Charlie too,” George said.

“Yeah, I never would have guessed, he’s actually quite big,” Fred said.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes blazed with fury, but she forced herself to remain calm, with Muggles right below her. She lowered her voice and scolded, "All of you, quiet down! Your father and Percy are working with the Ministry of Magic, Bill and Fleur are infiltrating the crowd to maintain order, and as for Charlie…" She paused, "His job is classified."

"More important than Harry and Ron?" Fred and George asked curiously.

“That’s different,” Mrs. Weasley said sternly. “They don’t need to keep it a secret. It’s already in the newspapers. Fourteen children in total… They’re so young, yet they have to shoulder the future of the wizarding world.” She wiped her eyes.

“Don’t make Mom angry!” Ginny raised her eyebrows. “She’s cried secretly several times already.”

“Don’t worry, Professor Hyp will protect them,” Penelope said, “as well as the wizards hiding around.”

“Yes, I think at least a tenth of the wizards are here; Diagon Alley is half empty,” Fred said, looking around. He pointed in one direction. “I saw some familiar faces; over there are the Diggory family. See? Cedric is waving at us!”

"Should we go over and say hello?" George asked, tilting his head.

“You’ve hit the nail on the head,” Fred said with a grin. The two Apparated, hand in hand. Mrs. Weasley, huffing and puffing out her chest like a bullfrog, exclaimed, “Still so troublesome!”

Ginny's eyes flickered; she also wanted to go out for a stroll, but she was too late.

A short while later, Fred and George returned, bringing news from the neighborhood.

"Cedric said he couldn't get in touch with Qiu. I told him that in just half an hour, his girlfriend would fall from the sky—what a pity,"

We've already graduated, otherwise maybe we could have gotten into one too.

"Fred!"

"Okay, they're all fine, currently in stable condition—except the Perkins family ran into Muggle law enforcement at the location they chose, forcing them to find another spot!"

"Is old Perkins still hunched over?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern.

"Mom, I thought you wouldn't ask that question. He's been giving away camping gear everywhere these past two years—oh, don't interrupt, Mom, we also saw the Lovegood family; they were dressed like two orioles. By the way, did we cast a protective spell?"

"It has already been done."

If the procession on the ground is like surging waves, then the rooftops of the surrounding buildings are like reefs in the sea, seemingly occupied by wizards and cursed with Muggle expulsion spells, with everyone anxiously waiting.

The marchers finally converged in front of the Parliament building, waving flags and banners of various colors (and raincoats). Every now and then, a group of people would shout slogans such as "Expel the wizards" and "Punish the lawbreakers." Of course, some strange people were mixed in with them. A small group of young people had their faces covered with occult symbols, and two of them were wearing wizard hats and carrying a banner that read "Welcome wizards to rule the world." However, they were outnumbered and outmatched, their faces swollen from being punched by angry passersby, and they looked listless at this moment.

More people sat in front of their televisions, timing their arrival to catch a glimpse of the wizard's true face.

The Houses of Parliament, originally named the Palace of Westminster, is the world's largest Gothic architectural complex, covering more than 8 acres including the main building, transepts, and towers. It boasts numerous rooms and serves as the seat of the British Parliament. As a prominent national symbol, it naturally serves other purposes, as is the case today.

A squad of soldiers wearing bearskin hats, red velvet uniforms, and black trousers stood guard at the gate. They had arrived an hour earlier with the Queen's entourage, where she was escorted inside by the Prime Minister and several state ministers and had not emerged since.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Big Ben in the northeast corner of the palace struck the hour precisely. The resounding chimes quieted the restless crowd and echoed throughout the country on the radio. Everyone perked up; the time had come.

The Queen and the Prime Minister emerged from the palace, followed by a group of cabinet ministers and members of parliament, and of course their elegantly dressed wives and families—although everyone knew what was going on, at least nominally, the Queen had only intended to invite the wizards to her afternoon tea party, and if things went well, there might be a bonfire party that evening.

"How is the science department preparing?" a member of parliament asked his aide.

"They're still setting up the equipment. It's their first time observing magic up close, and they're all very enthusiastic. I'm confident they'll be able to get useful data."

"I'm not as confident as you."

The gates slowly opened, and the Queen's retinue stood even more imposing. Everyone (including those watching on television) craned their necks, wondering how the wizard would appear.

"Are the tomatoes and rotten eggs ready?" a group of people asked in a low voice, hiding under a huge banner.

"We're prepared. We'll make sure they can't escape no matter where they come from," the person next to him said without hesitation.

"Don't forget, those monsters can fly."

"We have water guns filled with chili oil, and I heard someone even brought a stun gun!"

"They deserve to be taught a lesson! Give me a rotten egg—no, let's use a tomato instead."

"Look at the sky!" someone with sharp eyes shouted.

Black and dark gray clouds churned and surged, then a patch turned orange-red as a blazing pillar pierced through the thick clouds, forming a vibrant fan shape like a leaking faucet. A commotion and gasps erupted from the ground—"It's a dragon!" More people looked up. A black, menacing creature loomed in the clouds, covered in black scales, with gleaming bronze horns on its head, and yellow eyes gazing down. Several figures stood atop it.

The mythical creature silenced the crowd below, and the microphones the reporters had been holding fell to the ground without them even noticing.

“Let’s go down,” Felix said calmly. “Remember not to overreact. I’ll de-escalate the danger beforehand. Charlie, you can leave with the fire dragon once we’re down.”

“Professor, can we cancel the school song segment?” Ron asked expectantly. “I can’t find the tune.” Draco Malfoy turned his head stiffly and stared at him, finding his suggestion quite constructive for the first time.

“The joke is funny, Weasley,” Felix said calmly, “but the answer is no.”

He said that and then jumped.

Harry followed closely behind, followed by Ron, Hermione, Neville, Cho Chang, Susan Bornes, Draco Malfoy, and Daphne Greengrass—a total of fourteen students. They had spent the last few days practicing their levitation abilities to make themselves appear more ethereal.

"One, two, three, four... fifteen wizards in total!"

Fifteen wizards descended from the sky, spotless, astonishing the people below. A deafening roar came from the clouds from which they had come, followed by a long tail covered in bronze spikes that pierced through the clouds, flicked forcefully, and then disappeared.

A soft beam of sunlight shone down onto the open space in front of the parliament building, illuminating Felix and his companions' faces. Everyone stared at them in disbelief. The clouds gathered again, blocking out the sunlight once more. But this entrance was unforgettable.

The Prime Minister was the first to come to his senses.

He knew part of the wizards' plans. But even without knowing, he and his advisors could analyze the possibility that the wizards wanted to use this opportunity to demonstrate their power—which suited him perfectly, so he arranged for scientists and military personnel to observe them closely in advance.

The absence of war does not mean the absence of strategic maneuvering. On the contrary, this struggle will become more covert and comprehensive. Today is just the beginning; the real negotiations will reach their climax, and even after the negotiations conclude, the conflict will not subside. They intend to confine the wizards with the cage of institutions and laws. The Prime Minister strode over and warmly shook hands with Felix, who stood at the front of the group.

Felix was a step too slow. His other self, high in the Mind Chamber, collected, summarized, and processed information from within a radius of several miles. He also used a weak emotional magic to amplify the emotions of some people. At this moment, their minds were filled with the ferocious monster above their heads, and they were worried that if it jumped out and interrupted the process, a ball of fire would fall from above their heads, or they would be grabbed by a claw.

"Welcome," the Prime Minister said warmly, shaking hands for a long time and giving reporters ample time to take photos. They then slowly walked towards the gate, where the Queen stood quietly with a graceful smile.

Reporters, with their keenest instincts and superior mental fortitude, eagerly crowded to the front, countless microphones thrusting out from both sides of the road. A torrent of questions was unleashed:

"What mission have you come here with?"

"The newspaper says you're a wizard's teacher, but you look very young. Is the average lifespan of wizards shorter than average?"

"If negotiations fail, will the wizards go to war with the government?"

"Do you really possess magic? Or are you just scammers? Do you agree to undergo rigorous testing?"

"The weather across the UK is overcast and cloudy today. Does this foreshadow difficulties in the negotiations?"

Felix glanced at Rita Skeeter. "I only asked you to mention London. Why are you bringing up the whole country?" He ignored her and continued walking. The students followed behind, heads held high and chests puffed out, following their pre-rehearsed posture with great difficulty.

These questions are absolutely stupid—

“Shut up.” Harry uttered the word through his teeth, coughed lightly, and led the way amidst the flashing camera shutters.

Felix stood before the Queen, whose smile grew even more gentle and dignified. She wore white gloves and was about to extend a hand. Felix gave a slight bow, then quickly straightened up and turned to face the crowd. His booming voice carried for blocks:

“Thank you for your kind invitation, Your Majesty. We have prepared a gift, but there is one more suitable at the moment.” He said, raising his wand.

Everyone around took a step back. The Prime Minister's eyes widened, and the expressions of the members of parliament behind them varied.

"Hogwarts Students I"

Fourteen students raised their magic wands in unison, their expressions solemn and respectful.

A milky-white beam of light shot into the sky, its radiance pure and holy. People seemed to see an elegant figure spreading its wings within the beam, its head held high, soaring straight towards the clouds above.

Fourteen slender beams of light also passed overhead, converging high up, as if a sun had appeared out of nowhere in the sky, emitting a soft glow that completely illuminated the earth.

A curtain of light seemed to be hanging over their heads, and the curtain was expanding rapidly.

The Secret Rooms of the Parliament Building—

"Has it been detected?"

"Not yet, all the instruments suddenly malfunctioned!"

"Damn it, what kind of magic is this? Why is its range so vast? It covers at least a dozen city blocks. God, will it spread to the whole city?"

"General, it appears that this magic is harmless at the moment."

"Do you need to tell me, Mr. Congressman? Of course, they wouldn't kill someone in broad daylight, but what if they planned to one day? Quickly, quickly determine the range of this magic—forget those broken instruments, use your eyes!" the congressman exclaimed excitedly. He rushed to the window, grabbed a telescope, and peered at the sky. Under the influence of this unknown magic, the black clouds were pierced and dispersed, as if a huge hole had been torn open in the sky.

Patches of azure sky were revealed.

Sunlight streamed down, and the mist in the clouds refracted the magical white light into seven colors. Raindrops gathered and fell, each drop seemingly turning into a rain of light, reflecting countless rays of light, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Fred and George were dumbfounded.

Fred swallowed hard. “Our fireworks are utterly inadequate.” George didn’t speak, only nodded. Ginny stared intently at the dark-haired young wizard in the clearing. The beam of light emanating from the tip of his staff was the brightest among all the students, almost rivaling Professor Hyp’s. Her pride was overflowing.

Meanwhile, on the roof of another building, Luna suddenly widened her eyes.

"Right now."

"What?" Mr. Lovegood looked at his daughter in surprise.

"A magnificent fireworks display. The scene I saw in the fire divination is right now," Luna said earnestly, wearing a bright dress.

Adorned with pebbles and colorful sequins on her body and in her hair, she was dressed up in her finest attire, and was probably the most confident of all.

Now she held her hands together, and the ancient magical runes quickly coalesced, forming a crystal-clear sphere of light in the blink of an eye.

"Luna—" Mr. Lovegood said nervously.

“It can’t be wrong,” Luna said. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.” She raised her hands reverently.

The ball of light floated into the air, precisely deforming under the control of magic to form a beam of light identical to that below, merging with the light curtain in the sky.

The light curtain expanded at a slightly faster pace. Many people turned their gazes, and Mrs. Weasley gasped, as if she were about to faint.

“Guess what we saw?” Fred said excitedly. “It’s much more spectacular than fireworks.” He and George raised their wands, and white light gathered at the tips of the wands as well.

Cedric, standing not far away, smiled and raised his wand.