Vol 2 Chapter 1327: ? The beauty he wants!

Located at 10 Downing Street next to Whitehall in the Westminster district of London, the capital of the United Kingdom, this Georgian building belongs to the Muggle Prime Minister’s office. He is sitting on a chair with his wife and son in a silly way. There is a small suitcase.
Unlike the sunny weather predicted by the weather forecast, the weather outside the huge French windows was overcast, but the prime minister's mood was not affected. He turned on all the lights in the living room and looked at the white fireplace in the room from time to time.
The prime minister’s wife is focusing on the small suitcase provided by her husband’s guard. The round-faced woman with a short chin is still wondering that this little thing actually contains all the things they need—this is also the case. Only when she knew that there was another magical world, she finally determined that it was not her husband who had gone crazy.
The prime minister’s adolescent son has brown slightly curly hair and his face is very small, but his face looks very pale, like swollen eyes that have stayed up the night, and a little dull, which makes his skin look bad, and it’s still growing. At this age, the boy especially loves the long red dot, but he obviously does not have the tension and interest of his parents, and he is a little bit faint, lying on the chair.
Then, a small oil painting on the corner of the living room came up with a soft cough that caught their family's attention.
"To the Muggle Prime Minister! Principal Alan Harris asked for a meeting, please reply immediately!"
The little ugly man in the painting who wore a long silver wig and looked like Kei Naomi began to yell impolitely.
However, the Muggle who had become accustomed to nodded in response and looked at the fireplace, but to his surprise, this time there was no green flame in the fireplace like he told his wife and children a few seconds later.
It was only after waiting for a few minutes that the door of his office was opened-his agents and guards brought in a bunch of strangely dressed people with a blank expression.
"Hello! Principal Harris." The Muggle Prime Minister was not as surprised as his wife was because of the abnormality of the agents, he took the initiative to stand up and walked over and extended his hand.
"It's nice to see you again." Allen shook his hand hurriedly, then stared at the prime minister's wife next to him, "Oh, this elegant lady must be Cherie? Don't be afraid, these Muggle agents are here. The defense of Muggles is very professional, and your mansion has our people to protect against threats from our world. You are safe here..." After that, he smiled at the prime minister's son who was looking at him. "Can I call you Euan? Don't worry, there are also computers in the floating city that can connect to Muggle networks...Uh..."
Allen’s gentle complexion suddenly became a little uncomfortable. At this time, the Muggle Prime Minister obviously didn’t notice. He was received politely. He was worried that if the other party’s attitude was too bad, he would lose face in front of his wife and children. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he kindly greeted the acquaintances he knew in the weird pile, "Flippe, Letizia, Miss Criwatt, welcome you... We have not seen each other for a long time... Ah, Christopher, you too coming."
Long eyes bowed slightly to express greetings to him behind the Kliwatts. They did not wear Muggle clothes anymore. Like other wizards, he was wearing an ancient robe that replaced Hogwarts.
In the Prime Minister's view, Allen's invitation this time was a compensation for what he was publicly ignored by the other party's father, Minister Owen, when the Ministry of Magic building under Whitehall had a huge fire last time. Now the government and the Umbrella Company of the Wizarding World have entered into a multi-party cooperative transaction, which has driven economic growth. The rise in data in a short period of time has made his political achievements stand out among the previous prime ministers. This is also worth his heartfelt hospitality. He didn't like these weird wizards who would only bring him all kinds of bad news.
At this time, Mr. Krivat, who represented his family, walked slowly to the front of him. He stretched out his hand with his back straight, and shook hands with the Prime Minister softly with his palm empty: "It's nice to see you again, Prime Minister. During this time I went to do some self-improvement... I'm sorry, those business matters made you help in vain."
"It's okay, it's just that everyone is a bit pity, everyone is satisfied with your business... But I think although everyone does not know the truth and can understand, at least we are friends, right?" The prime minister maintained a cordial appearance. I'm really curious how these snobbish couples suddenly disappeared without a trace when they met many senior officials and the business of the law firm was rising.
Different from the previous contacts, the attitude of the Kriwatts seems a little reserved this time, and even made the Prime Minister feel a little arrogant. Combined with their clothes, the Prime Minister understands a bit. The Prime Minister estimates that the other party has already joined the magical world. , Then this arrogance is not surprising.
"Alan, can we play games together? We can join Quake. If you like a single player, have you ever played Blade Runner?"
The somewhat excited voice of the Prime Minister’s son interrupted the Prime Minister’s thoughts. He was a little surprised to find that his rebellious period was not pleasing to everyone. He was originally invited to travel to the magic world and couldn’t encourage his son to be so friendly at this time. enthusiasm. This also made the prime minister's wife, who has been worrying about her son, no longer afraid. She even agreed with this journey with some joy and satisfaction, so that she had the opportunity to know that as long as his son is willing, she can still achieve the affinity like his father.
The eldest son of the prime minister couldn't stop looking at Ellen, his enthusiastic eyes seemed to be stuck on Ellen, and then Penello noticed the overly hot gaze.
The Auror turned her body and stared at the other person. After a while, she raised her eyebrows almost immediately, her face seemed to be covered with frost, and her hand touched the wand on her waist...
Then, Penello's arm holding the wand was held down by the long eyes. The middle-aged wizard looked helpless at this time, and then turned into a flattering smile and whispered: "Miss Crevat... Youan , I haven’t announced to my family to come out...Please don’t...Master Ellen is already weaving memories to solve the trouble..."
"How dare he?!" Penello glared at the Prime Minister's son with annoyance, his hands relaxed, "The beauty he thinks! Alan has never done this to me..."
At this time, the prime minister’s son faded away from the abnormal flushing, and restored the hurried and impatient appearance familiar to the prime minister’s parents. He shouted: "By the way, how do we get to their place? Where is that place? ?"
Allen squinted his eyes, and calmly retracted the fingers that solved the accidental small trouble, but his mood did not improve. He pointed to the dark clouds outside the French window, and broke the hemp for the prime minister's family alone. Disturbance in my head.
It is not the dark clouds that Muggles think that makes the sky black and gloomy. The lower part of the huge city floating in the sky appears in front of the Muggles. The majestic aura brought by this giant tens of miles in diameter is intriguing. The heart and soul are suffocating, making the prime minister's family feel confused and fearful.
All sorts of strange floating boats are coming and going over the floating city. They are of different sizes and styles such as octopus, conch and sailing battleship familiar to the British... and the dragon that only exists in the fantasy story of Muggle legends is coming from the floating city. From time to time, those caves in the lower part flew out to start patrolling around the floating city.
And just above their window, there hovered a giant magic ship with the largest scale. The Prime Minister noticed that its size was actually much larger than the first-class sailing battleship he had visited. The statue of a three-eyed raven with its wings spread out and flying high. The sails above the three main masts have not been pulled apart~EbookFREE.me~ Countless cables criss-cross and fasten them to the ship.
This pontoon has four decks from the outside. Except for the open-air deck on which people can stand on the top layer, 130 metal artillery made of magic materials are installed on each of the remaining three decks, flashing on top. They have luminous magic texts, but the most distinctive feature is that they are also carved with reliefs of all kinds of magical animals: fire dragons with open mouths, cystic leopards with inflated necks, angry horned beasts... let these artillery floats. Under the shadow of the empty city shone brightly.
Just looking at the cold cannon heads, the Muggle Prime Minister felt cold all over, those dark cannon holes seemed to away all his happiness, reminding him of the most terrible things he had ever experienced. The endless despair seemed to obliterate him.
But in fact, these artillery pieces are just like fire, because they are not eager, so the research and development of the pontoon weapon has not been completed. These things are temporarily ordered by Alan to make only the pyrotechnic crafts of the Weasley Witchcraft. That's it-and the kind of desperation that brought the Prime Minister and them, it was just because each fort was roughly stuffed in by Alan and demented.
"I know the British Muggle tradition... I like boats more than other means of transportation, so I think it’s better to use it to receive you than the flying car from our private meeting last time." Allen raised his hands and raised his hands. A little volume.