“So what can we do?”

In the office, the Prime Minister sat opposite him cautiously and carefully, and the middle-aged man who looked like a lion asked.

Last year, the man suddenly came to his office and claimed to be the new Minister of Magic of the Wizard. He needed to meet with the Muggle Prime Minister first to facilitate future cooperation.

This is not the first time the Prime Minister has learned about the existence of wizards. In the past few years, a wizard named Faugi had contacted him. It was at that time that he learned about the existence of the magic world.

As a result, not long after, the wizard named Fudge brought the wizard named Sclinger to meet him, saying that the person who will hand over him in the future was the newly appointed minister.

Just now, the Minister of Magic came to explain to him this morning about the fact that in England, someone saw a lot of brooms flying in the sky and people were still sitting.

He said war was taking place in the magic world, and a violent terrorist who could not name was trying to subvert the existing magic regime.

Now, the Ministry of Magic’s defense forces are fighting against these terrorists, and also preparing the Prime Minister.

If this battle is won, everything will be fine, but once the end result is a loss of the war, then all the authority in the magic world will be controlled by the terrorist leader, who is extremely hostile to Muggles, or ordinary people.

Of course, I understand the truth that my lips and teeth are cold in this position. Wizards like Forge and Sclinger have been in office for so long. In addition to meeting him when I was just in office, the others are just asking for cooperation with them to arrest some criminals.

They have no interest in the world of ordinary people, but when they replace them with a violent person, no one can tell what the future will be like.

Sclinger was a little annoyed.

If he were his past identity, at this time, he would have taken the Aurors to take the lead and charge into battle.

But now he can only wait for the result in this Muggle Prime Minister's office, and he has to make plans for the worst.

"We don't have to do anything, just wait for the results here."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the black tea on the desk was completely cold, but no one was in the mood to drink it.

Just as the boring atmosphere continued, a green fire suddenly ignited in the fireplace in the Prime Minister's office, which was completely used as a decoration.

A man with earrings said excitedly

"Mr. Minister, the mysterious man is dead, we are victorious!"

After hearing the news, Sclinger was stunned on the spot.

He had thought that this would be possible before, but the possibility of such a result was too low. The best situation he could have expected was that Voldemort was defeated and the entire group of Death Eaters was severely damaged.

But now... Voldemort is dead?

"Who... died?"

"Black Demon! Mr. Minister, it's the Black Demon! Sherlock killed him with his own hands, and his body exploded in front of everyone!"

Kingsley seemed excited and a little incoherent, so he could only try his best to describe the scene for Sclinger.

Sclinger finally realized this time. His already dispersed hair seemed to explode with excitement!

"Okay, Mr. Prime Minister, this is the best result we can wait for! Don't worry about this matter anymore. I will return to the ministry as soon as possible!"

Sclinger pulled out his wand in ecstasy, and when he was about to use the phantom to move, he still said to the Prime Minister who seemed to have not figured out what was going on.

"I almost forgot to say that there are probably many people in the magic world to celebrate victory next time. These activities may make some Muggles notice abnormalities. Of course, this is illegal. The ministry will send people to try their best to stop it, but I will remind you in advance here."

As soon as the words fell, his figure twisted for a moment, and then disappeared from the office.

As Sclinger said, the result of this battle quickly spread to the streets and alleys of the magic world.

Even the expedited newspaper of the Prophet Daily has not been written yet, and spontaneous celebrations have begun in Diagon Alley.

The owner of the candy shop said that all the candy today are free, and the old Tom of the Broken Cauldron Bar has exempted every customer in the bar today. Even the Ollivander Wand Store has held a three-day free wand repair activity.

The fairies in the Guling Pavilion were still so stubborn, but every fairy who could be seen with a naked eye showed a smile on her face.

In bars in various places in the magic world, there are people clinking glasses almost every moment, and they say the same sentence.

"Professor Forrest!"

Just as the wizards were in jubilation, Sherlock politely rejected the proposal of Auror and the Order of the Phoenix to celebrate the party, handed over all the work to Dumbledore, and then left the battlefield without any alarming, which was cheering for his achievements.

He left so eagerly, not because there were other more important things to do later. After Voldemort died, Dumbledore would naturally handle everything here.

But when he saw Shilk, he asked her in surprise why she came here too, and she spoke softly.

"I made cookies and went to your office to find you, but you weren't there."

Sherlock looked at her blankly, then a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"If you eat it now, the taste will definitely not be bad."

Then they returned to Hogwarts together.

Just as every wizard outside was celebrating, the two of them were still lying in Shilk's office and eating warm cookies.

The sunset outside the window shone into the office, covering the entire ground like tulle.

Sherlock kept talking to Shilk about Draco's embarrassment of being deceived by a little girl in the orphanage until he suddenly spoke.

"Now the Death Eaters have been caught, Voldemort is dead, and there are some troubles about him in the future, but Dumbledore and I have plans, and the days ahead will definitely be more peaceful than before..."

Shilk tilted his head to look at him with some confusion. Sherlock rarely looked like hesitant.

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean, you will definitely be a professor at Hogwarts from now on. Of course, I won't go anywhere. I will always work in this castle in the future. There will be no changes in life. Teaching students and other things is hard but fulfilling and interesting..."

Sherlock didn't know what he was saying, he only knew that he was very nervous now, his eyes driftingly at the afterglow of the sunset outside the window.

Then he took a deep breath and turned his head to stare at Shilk's clear eyes.

"I actually want to say...I like you, Vera."

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