Sorry for the mistakes in the previous chapters. I've fixed them, and please enjoy.
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When Alvin struggled to get up the following day, Crouch was already waiting in the living room.
Looking at Astoria and Luna, who was still sleeping, he was also a little helpless.
These two girls were too crazy last night, and it is estimated that they will not be able to get out of bed today.
However, this is the first time he has enjoyed this kind of blessing from them, which is really exciting.
After sending a message to Arya, asking her to take care of Astoria and Luna, Alvin took Crouch to No. 10 Downing Street.
10 Downing Street, London.
It has been the official residence of the Muggle Prime Minister for hundreds of years, symbolizing the pinnacle of Muggle rights in this land.
As the person in power today, Robert is in a very bad mood.
Prime Ministers are human, too, especially in the Western world. They hate working overtime on weekdays.
Originally, today's Robert planned to relax and take his wife and young son to Manchester for a circle. By the way, he would show the public his side of the people.
However, last night, a letter from the Ministry of Magic completely interrupted his plans.
When he took office a year ago, his predecessor had told him all about the existence of the wizarding world. Still, Robert had never taken it to heart.
But yesterday, when an owl brought a letter to his desk, Robert realized that something was unusual.
Because his predecessor had said that the wizards used owls as postmen.
"I don't know what a real wizard looks like..."
Robert sighed, curious like a tickling in his heart.
No one does not yearn for the existence of extraordinary power, and so does Robert.
Even to a certain extent, he wants to do these things beyond the scope of cognition more than the average person.
Ordinary people are troubled by daily trifles such as firewood, rice, oil, and salt. Even if they know the existence of wizards, they will at most sigh and worry about whether it will affect them.
Then they will continue to put their energy into life because the pressure of various aspects has made them have no time to take care of these things that are far away from themselves.
And Robert has reached a certain height. He already has power and money.
Only some things beyond his cognition can bring a touch of excitement and novelty.
"Hasn't this Prime Minister ever seen a wizard?"
Just when he fell into a reverie, a slightly suspicious voice sounded in the empty and calm office.
Robert was also startled and immediately returned to his senses, looking up at where the sound came from.
Appearing in front of him were two unfamiliar men, a boy, and a middle-aged man, to be precise. They appeared weirdly, and no one had been there a few seconds ago.
Robert did not show panic. On the contrary, he was relieved.
Appearing in front of him so bizarrely, the wizard's existence seems real.
"You're from the Ministry of Magic? Didn't anyone teach you how to visit people?"
There is an idea in his heart, but it is different when it comes to his mouth.
As the Prime Minister, how could he allow these outsiders to enter and leave his official residence at will, which provokes the majesty and, more importantly, threatens his health?
Robert didn't want to die at home unexplainably one day.
Facing his questioning, Crouch did not respond but first answered Alvin's doubts.
"The Prime Minister has just been in office for less than a year. Fudge has not been sent someone to contact him before, and I have been busy with other things since I took office."
"Speaking of which, he really saw the existence of a wizard for the first time today."
Alvin nodded, understood what had happened, and then said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter. It's good to meet him for the first time, just to make a good impression on him."
He looked at Robert. "Please allow me to introduce myself, Alvin Gaunt, Chief Warlock of Wizengamot, recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"You may call me Mr. Gaunt."
"As for the one next to me, Mr. Bartemius Crouch Senior, he is the current Minister of Magic, and in a sense, your positions are equal..."
"I'm sorry that our appearance seems to scare you a bit, but according to the so-called International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, other than you, the security personnel outside are not qualified to know our existence."
After the introduction, Alvin explained the reason for their sudden appearance.
Crouch nodded in greeting.
And Robert didn't look at him but looked at Alvin in disbelief.
Did he have hallucinations? Why does this seemingly underage child have such a long title, or is he the Headmaster of Magic School?
"Little... Mr. Gaunt." Robert asked curiously, forcing his name to be corrected. "How old are you?"
He doubted whether the little guy before him was an old monster disguised as children who often appeared in the fairy tales he read as a child.
Alvin tilted his head. "It seems that the Prime Minister doubts my identity, but I am not an adult this year, only sixteen years old."
Now Robert can't hold at all. Can he be a Headmaster at the age of sixteen?
What is going on in the magical world? Don't you know that it is illegal to employ child labor?
Oh, Muggle laws don't seem to keep them in check.
That's fine.
Suppressing his inner shock, Robert ignored Alvin's identity and turned to look at Crouch. "His Excellency Minister of Magic, what are you looking for from me today?"
In his subjective consciousness, Crouch's style of being an elite at first glance is the one who wants to see him.
To his surprise, Crouch silently stepped back and highlighted Alvin.
"Mr. Gaunt is the most powerful man in our England, and he is a well-known wizard worldwide. It is he who needs your cooperation in some matters."
Alvin smiled slightly and sat across from Robert in a flash, startling him again.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I have one thing to ask you for today. I have a study that requires the help of many scientists in physics and chemistry."