Chapter 620 Fermentation
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 620 Fermentation
The title is wrong, it should be [Chapter 222 Fermentation]
On the afternoon of the second day after Fudge's consultation with the Muggle Prime Minister,
A bus station in London,
Mr. Arthur Weasley took advantage of the white mist and came to a certain SBC reporter named Hendon.
He was wearing an old yellow-brown jacket nondescriptly, and his lower body was an off-white sportswear. He looked as if he had either escaped from a prison or escaped from a mental hospital.
"The damn weather..." Hendon murmured.
I don't know what's going on, but since this morning, the whole of London has been filled with a layer of white fog, which is getting thicker and thicker.
It not only caused traffic jams throughout London, but also reminded all Londoners of the disaster that happened in the slums of London many years ago.
White smog, that kind of air pollution...
He sniffed it carefully and gently, but there was no strange smell.
This disappointed Hendon, who was determined to find a big news.
"Yeah, the weather is terrible!"
Arthur beside him responded eagerly to Hendon's words.
Hendon ignored it. Instead, he looked very warily at this stranger in front of him, but he was very passionate about him.
I thought this guy wouldn't be a lunatic, right?
"Hello... Mr. Ma..." Mr. Arthur almost bald again.
"Oh!" Hendon responded coldly. He stood up from the waiting seat and looked around. For some reason, the originally crowded bus station... was actually only him and this guy here.
After Hendon looked coldly at Arthur's poor attire through the white mist, he turned around and prepared to leave this place, stay away from this strange guy, go to other locations at the bus station, and so on.
"Wait a minute, sir, sir... did you drop that thing next to you?"
Mr. Weasley asked hastily.
Hendon glanced at it, he was planning to pull away and leave.
But the shape of the paper was a bit wrong at first glance. Hendon, who was already tense in his heart, immediately realized that this was the paper commonly used by government departments, and the writing format...
In short, the form of this document and the way it appears have a familiar sense of déjà vu.
Hendon's heart beat immediately,
No way?
Is there still such an ancient practice?
Hendon looked at Weasley, and realized that the other party could not be a colleague, nor would he be the one who 'leaved' this thing.
Although I don't know how to get this thing out for the time being,
Hendon decided to pick it up and look at the document first.
……
That night, Mr. Weasley returned home exhausted.
Now there are only Mrs. Weasley and Arthur in [The Burrow]. The children are gone, and even Percy works overtime for a long time, often eats and stays at the Ministry of Magic, and doesn't come back.
Mrs. Weasley babbled on about Harry, Hogwarts, and the Big Ten Tournament.
He didn't notice that Mr. Weasley's face was getting paler and worse.
It wasn't until she brought a plate of crispy pork knuckles that she realized this.
"Arthur, what's the matter?"
"Molly, otherwise...we'd better leave England temporarily..." Mr. Weasley said hesitantly.
"Arthur? What's the matter... What happened!? Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband in great surprise and said,
"Aren't you very happy this afternoon, saying that Fudge entrusted you with the important task of letting you get in touch with Muggles..."
"I just said that Fudge is now like a candle in the wind. He might step down one day. Can't you stay away from the fuck?"
Mrs. Weasley panicked,
She thought that her husband was implicated in the high-level power struggle of the Ministry of Magic and was expelled...
Mr. Weasley was taken aback, it took him a while to understand what Mrs. Weasley meant.
"It's not like that, Molly."
"Didn't I wonder where the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic went with you a few days ago? Aren't you still very worried about Percy being sent on a dangerous mission by Fudge?"
"I should know what they're doing..." muttered Mr. Weasley.
"They're locking down London looking for a new type of contagious curse..."
Mrs. Weasley was holding a pot of seafood soup just like that, and froze in place, searching her mind desperately for what this meant.
It took a long time to rummage from the long memory.
When she realized what it meant, she asked tremblingly, "Arthur,... is this true?"
Arthur Weasley squeezed the space between his brows wearily, and nodded.
Talk about your own work experience today.
"Well, after I gave the report to the Muggle reporter, I followed him invisibly..."
"Arthur!? You..."
"Listen to me, Molly...I've been watching him...to see what Fudge is up to. I've been seeing this Muggle who couldn't find the document that had been shrunk down, and then he hurriedly picked up the video camera and went to the hospital to investigate..."
"There, I met Kingsley and the others who I haven't seen for a long time..."
"These Aurors prevented me from approaching the hospital. I learned from them that a new type of infectious curse is spreading in London. It is like a werewolf and will infect people into a monster like a living corpse."
"Molly, do you understand? Fudge is deliberately indulging this kind of news to spread in the Muggle society in London... What's even more frightening is that this news is still true..."
"No matter what he wants to do. In the end, chaos and conflict will sweep the entire British wizarding and Muggle society..."
Arthur said in a low voice.
Mrs. Weasley sat down on the chair, and the seafood soup in her hand spilled out directly.
But she didn't care, just a little flustered and asked Mr. Weasley the details of the matter again.
After the final confirmation, I still can't believe it.
"Why, how could he...Maybe there is some unavoidable reason...By the way, Percy, will Percy be in any danger?" Mrs. Weasley stood up abruptly, looked at Arthur Weasley and asked anxiously.
"It's fine for now, after all, it's the Ministry of Magic... But after this, I don't know..."
"The most worrying situation now is the Muggles in London, and I don't know what will happen to them." Mr. Weasley said worriedly.
"No one knows what will happen in London tomorrow..."
……
Arthur Weasley's concerns were not unreasonable.
The current situation in London quickly deteriorated in a short period of time, and the speed was beyond everyone's expectations.
Not even the Muggle Prime Minister, who had made it happen, had expected this.
The next morning, many Londoners watched the news on TV
It is known that a new type of infectious disease is prevalent in London.
They saw the terrifying appearance of the living corpse with their own eyes.
They need an explanation.
People are slowly waiting for an explanation from the Prime Minister's government.
But No. 10 Downing Street, as well as the elders in Parliament, were stunned by the dire consequences of this new infection.
Living corpse!
Such a thing in the movie actually appeared.
And the entire team of medical experts...has not yet investigated how this new type of infectious disease spreads.
As time passed, people's panic could not be suppressed.
All kinds of news and rumors are constantly fermenting over the entire city of London.
As a certain "bringing a filial son" country on the other side was the first to ban people from the UK from entering its own territory, and prepared to recall the staff of the embassy.
It was as if a depth charge had been dropped on the oppressive pool.
Suddenly, London 'fried'.
……
There is still about a week before the arrival of the second event of the Top Ten Tournament, February 24th,
In this short period of time, the current situation in London has begun to deteriorate to an irreparable point.
Fudge and the Prime Minister made all this happen, but they didn't expect it to develop to such a degree.
About one-third of the entire population of London fled in droves in just one week...
Although their fat bellies are oily, the congressmen in suits and leather shoes are clamoring for the masses to calm down, calm down...
But the mountain torrent that has already started to rush cannot be stopped.In particular, the reports of journalists from various countries (especially those foreign tabloids) who fear that the world will not be chaotic, have prompted all this to happen.
At the very beginning, the Aurors took the living corpses and occasionally showed up in crowded places to increase the credibility of the matter.
Later, there was no need for this, and people believed more in what acquaintances talked about with each other.
Those raucous and exaggerated rumors frightened everyone.
Up to now... people are huddled at home, fearing that they too will be infected.
The supermarket shelves were empty, and people had swept away the sanitary rolls in a short period of time. As for those canned biscuits, high-energy compressed dry food had long since disappeared.
The news of the pharmacy being robbed is no surprise, and the original hospital has become deserted. Only when there is really no other way, people will look for a familiar doctor...
The originally well-ordered streets of London have begun to fall into some kind of carnival of "zero-dollar shopping".
The government's belated negative statement could not stem the surging tide that had already begun.
Obviously, no one is an idiot, and everyone knows what this new infection means.
The most important thing is that the news footage that was broadcast on TV...the appearance of dying and turning into a living corpse...was too lethal.
What's more, before that, the rat tide, river of blood, and withered tree that happened in London... were constantly suppressing and accumulating negative emotions in people's hearts.
All kinds of heretics who are trying to judge the doomsday come from all over the world. With their help, even if the London government strikes out with an "iron fist" to control the right to speak, it won't do much good.
And because of the procrastination of the parliament, the Prime Minister wasted nearly half a week before issuing an abbreviated statement on the blockade of London.
People clearly expressed their trust in this.
Those who were able to run had already run out of this dangerous and terrifying place in the middle of this week, braving the unprecedented London congestion.
The former empire on which the sun never sets, and now the old capitalist power, unexpectedly began to learn from its most proud filial son, the once bright pearl, and now the largest democratic power these days.
Railway stations, airport stations, highways... people are so crowded that they almost hang on to the train... At this moment, the gentlemanly demeanor of the British Empire is almost gone.
Under such circumstances, the collapse of the London financial market is also predictable.
The allies of various countries, the capitalists of the brotherhood of the Western family...all of them have turned into greedy hyenas, tearing away layers of flesh and blood from country Y.
As for a marked empire with filial sons, it is quite "filial" behavior,
A team of United Nations 'medical team' was directly dispatched to explore the source of this infectious disease, and by the way, a biochemical research institute was set up to see what is going on?
Of course, there are also rumors and stories accompanying these guys... Most of the time, an unknown biological laboratory in a certain British military base played the role of the villain.
According to them... That's why the British government is so secretive, and the MPs have already fled London.
Of course, the vast majority of the British media is anti-sarcasm.I think it was leaked from the military base of the big country with a filial son...
For a while, living corpses, firearms, crossbows, masks, stab-proof clothing... baseball bats... Chinese kung fu... and the offensive and defensive wars of public opinion from various countries became the most heated topics among Londoners.
The war of words was endless, and for a while, people seemed to forget that the Prime Minister issued an order to blockade the entire London not long ago.
Of course, when it's called a lockdown, it's really just a curfew...not letting people drink alcohol in public places, closing schools and stuff like that... blah blah blah blah.
People are mostly going to work as usual, spending... doing whatever they can for capitalists who have fled to other continents in their private jets... for their mansions and Ferraris.
But even with such a near-joke-like blockade, it was enough to blow some people's hair.
For example, the only remaining blood relatives of Harry Potter... Mr. Vernon Dursley's family in Little Whinging.
right now,
It was five o'clock in the morning on February [-]th,
The house at number four Privet Drive, Surrey, London is brightly lit.
Vernon Dursley was grunting and arguing with his wife, Petunia.
The two glared at each other as the couple, for the first time in their history, got into such a dire quarrel and disagreement.
"Vernon! There's something wrong. These news seem to be true...Even Sally and her family have gone to the countryside. Didn't Maggie persuade us not long ago? Can't we..." Petunia Dursley cried out in a very shrill voice.
"Don't believe those idiots on TV. I tell you, Petunia... this is a lie made up by those red Soviet crooks and robbers who want to destroy the whole of Britain, and that incompetent prime minister is a traitor. And we, the citizens of the glorious British Empire, will never allow this to happen..."
Dursley stiffened his neck, his face turning a deep purple.
He was very stubborn in talking about these words, like a wild boar who has been staying in the mountains for the first time facing the sea, flashing his fangs fiercely, humming constantly, not knowing who he is threatening...
Petunia was very insistent in front of Vernon Dursley, which was rare. She was like a village goose, biting the fact that her neighbors had run away,
The back of Vernon's head was dizzy with anger.
But Dudley Dursley, who was stuck between his parents and grew horizontally like a baby whale... remembered another thing.
He remembered Harry's letter.
He actually suspected that Harry had sent some cake or something delicious, so he had sneaked a look at the contents.
The things written above are very similar to what is happening now.
—let them mention leaving London, and say something terrible is going to happen here...
But Dudley also knew that Harry was the most taboo subject in their family.
Even... it was him, but he couldn't bring it up.
To say or not to say...
Dudley was in a difficult situation.
He stuffed another piece of chocolate-flavored butterscotch into his mouth.
Vernon Dursley walked back and forth in the room. Although he said that just now, it was obviously affected in his heart.
Penny looked worried, and she stared at Dursley, expecting a reply.
Only Dudley took this opportunity to 'supplement nutrition' to his huge and strong body, and kept stealing all kinds of dessert fruits.
Finally, Vernon Dursley stopped in front of Harry's former room, that is, the wardrobe where the sundries were placed,
His crimson purple round pie-shaped face was wrinkled into a ball, and he spoke.
"Petunia, I remembered something." Dursley actually hesitated, as if he couldn't speak.
Petunia stared at her husband, waiting for him to speak.
"These weird things, no matter how you think about it...the rat tide, the resurrection of the dead, the dead fish floating all over the river..."
"It must have something to do with that world! It must have something to do with Harry... your sister... those people..."
"Ah, Dursley!" Petunia screamed, covering her face.
The scene happening in No. [-] Privet Drive now is like a live drama performance.
Dursley's small eyes were fixed on the door of the wardrobe utility room, as if Harry was about to pop... straight out of there.
"Yes, yes, only those guys, people from that world...will do these weird things like terrorists..."
"I have to tell other people, tell the government, tell the army... Let everyone know about the plot of these guys, they want to invade our society, rob our houses and wealth..."
Dursley clearly believed in his own logic.
"Petunia, we can't believe... don't believe a word of this bullshit, not a word of it. We're not going, we're not going anywhere..." Dursley said with absolute conviction.
"But there's nothing in the supermarket! My poor Dudley must have some food..."
Petunia looked at Dudley worriedly, obviously she already knew about Dudley's trick of stealing food.
"We won't leave London, where can we find food?!"
"I'll find a way, I'll find a way, not to mention that this kid should also lose weight, go through a lot of hardships and exercise, when I was as old as he was, I had already started to share the work at home..."
Dursley grabbed his beard and said sternly, it seems that he has made up his mind to stay in this house.
However, when Dudley heard that he had nothing to eat, he immediately became nervous and agitated.
Regardless of Vernon Dursley's feelings,
He directly stated the content of Harry's letter, telling his family to leave London as much as possible.
This was really hard for Dudley, and only under the stimulation of food, he could barely remember the words and general meaning of the letter.
"How dare you..."
Vernon Dursley yelled, and the veins on his forehead began to throb,
"My son... dare to get involved with that kind of dude, haven't I already said it? When that guy Harry went to that ghost school, our family tried not to have any contact with him. Once he became an adult, we kicked that guy out of this house, this family..."
Vernon held up his hands, as if to teach Dudley a lesson.
Like a hen protecting a big fat pig, Petunia desperately spread her arms in front of Dudley, preventing Vernon from losing control.
Vernon looked at his emaciated wife, like a withered caterpillar... being stuck on the fat and round cabbage, and couldn't help but let down his slap.
To be honest, he doesn't know what to do now.
Perhaps it was a good choice to accept the company's invitation to start a new business in that relatively backward country in East Asia?
A rare trace of regret floated in Vernon's heart.
At this time, there was a sound of a car starting outside, which sounded like it was coming from nearby.
The Dursleys hurriedly hid behind the curtains and looked out.
A thin layer of white mist hangs outside,
A red car was driving away from the driveway full of luggage.
It's the neighbours, the Lyme family,
Even with Mr. Dursley's IQ... he could tell they were fleeing London too.
Now, with the sound of cars speeding and tires rubbing against the road,
In the entire Privet Drive, Mrs. Figg and her family were almost the only ones left here.
Even Vernon Dursley was speechless now.
He was like an ugly solid stone statue, holding the curtain with one hand and froze in place, staring out at the street filled with light thick fog, motionless.
……
February 22th,
Country Y,
On the street outside a world-renowned hospital,
A group of people holding various slogans surrounded the outside,
They clamored slogans with extreme fanaticism and clamored for their demands.
"Be free...not blockade..."
"Electromagnetic waves are harmful and can cause infertility and various diseases. The government should be prohibited from building..."
"This idiot disease is a conspiracy of XX rich people..."
"This is a Soviet terrorist attack..."
All kinds of messy statements made the gathering crowd undercurrent surge.
everyone has it,
There are people out for profit, out of rage, and there are some professional marchers who make a living out of it...
The conspiracy of the big man, the ambition and desire of the little man are mixed in it...
But in one of the most secret underground and most closely guarded laboratories in the school office building,
separates it all.
Emily Albert was wearing a level-three yellow full-seal protective suit, and she was in contact with a 'moving corpse' with her mentor. '
Now the military of Country Y, as well as government departments, are doing their best to assist all possible progress...Professors of biology, conduct such research.
It can be said that these days... what happened in this city, all kinds of true and false news... really frightened those high-ranking old men.
They desperately need something to save the confidence of the whole country.
So even in a school's laboratory, it has won the opportunity to study such things.
Emily Albert naturally would not miss such an opportunity.
She ignored the MacGuffin warning and chose to stay in the city.
At sensitive moments, don't do it to death, and then modify and modify that one to see if it can be released.
(End of this chapter)
The title is wrong, it should be [Chapter 222 Fermentation]
On the afternoon of the second day after Fudge's consultation with the Muggle Prime Minister,
A bus station in London,
Mr. Arthur Weasley took advantage of the white mist and came to a certain SBC reporter named Hendon.
He was wearing an old yellow-brown jacket nondescriptly, and his lower body was an off-white sportswear. He looked as if he had either escaped from a prison or escaped from a mental hospital.
"The damn weather..." Hendon murmured.
I don't know what's going on, but since this morning, the whole of London has been filled with a layer of white fog, which is getting thicker and thicker.
It not only caused traffic jams throughout London, but also reminded all Londoners of the disaster that happened in the slums of London many years ago.
White smog, that kind of air pollution...
He sniffed it carefully and gently, but there was no strange smell.
This disappointed Hendon, who was determined to find a big news.
"Yeah, the weather is terrible!"
Arthur beside him responded eagerly to Hendon's words.
Hendon ignored it. Instead, he looked very warily at this stranger in front of him, but he was very passionate about him.
I thought this guy wouldn't be a lunatic, right?
"Hello... Mr. Ma..." Mr. Arthur almost bald again.
"Oh!" Hendon responded coldly. He stood up from the waiting seat and looked around. For some reason, the originally crowded bus station... was actually only him and this guy here.
After Hendon looked coldly at Arthur's poor attire through the white mist, he turned around and prepared to leave this place, stay away from this strange guy, go to other locations at the bus station, and so on.
"Wait a minute, sir, sir... did you drop that thing next to you?"
Mr. Weasley asked hastily.
Hendon glanced at it, he was planning to pull away and leave.
But the shape of the paper was a bit wrong at first glance. Hendon, who was already tense in his heart, immediately realized that this was the paper commonly used by government departments, and the writing format...
In short, the form of this document and the way it appears have a familiar sense of déjà vu.
Hendon's heart beat immediately,
No way?
Is there still such an ancient practice?
Hendon looked at Weasley, and realized that the other party could not be a colleague, nor would he be the one who 'leaved' this thing.
Although I don't know how to get this thing out for the time being,
Hendon decided to pick it up and look at the document first.
……
That night, Mr. Weasley returned home exhausted.
Now there are only Mrs. Weasley and Arthur in [The Burrow]. The children are gone, and even Percy works overtime for a long time, often eats and stays at the Ministry of Magic, and doesn't come back.
Mrs. Weasley babbled on about Harry, Hogwarts, and the Big Ten Tournament.
He didn't notice that Mr. Weasley's face was getting paler and worse.
It wasn't until she brought a plate of crispy pork knuckles that she realized this.
"Arthur, what's the matter?"
"Molly, otherwise...we'd better leave England temporarily..." Mr. Weasley said hesitantly.
"Arthur? What's the matter... What happened!? Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband in great surprise and said,
"Aren't you very happy this afternoon, saying that Fudge entrusted you with the important task of letting you get in touch with Muggles..."
"I just said that Fudge is now like a candle in the wind. He might step down one day. Can't you stay away from the fuck?"
Mrs. Weasley panicked,
She thought that her husband was implicated in the high-level power struggle of the Ministry of Magic and was expelled...
Mr. Weasley was taken aback, it took him a while to understand what Mrs. Weasley meant.
"It's not like that, Molly."
"Didn't I wonder where the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic went with you a few days ago? Aren't you still very worried about Percy being sent on a dangerous mission by Fudge?"
"I should know what they're doing..." muttered Mr. Weasley.
"They're locking down London looking for a new type of contagious curse..."
Mrs. Weasley was holding a pot of seafood soup just like that, and froze in place, searching her mind desperately for what this meant.
It took a long time to rummage from the long memory.
When she realized what it meant, she asked tremblingly, "Arthur,... is this true?"
Arthur Weasley squeezed the space between his brows wearily, and nodded.
Talk about your own work experience today.
"Well, after I gave the report to the Muggle reporter, I followed him invisibly..."
"Arthur!? You..."
"Listen to me, Molly...I've been watching him...to see what Fudge is up to. I've been seeing this Muggle who couldn't find the document that had been shrunk down, and then he hurriedly picked up the video camera and went to the hospital to investigate..."
"There, I met Kingsley and the others who I haven't seen for a long time..."
"These Aurors prevented me from approaching the hospital. I learned from them that a new type of infectious curse is spreading in London. It is like a werewolf and will infect people into a monster like a living corpse."
"Molly, do you understand? Fudge is deliberately indulging this kind of news to spread in the Muggle society in London... What's even more frightening is that this news is still true..."
"No matter what he wants to do. In the end, chaos and conflict will sweep the entire British wizarding and Muggle society..."
Arthur said in a low voice.
Mrs. Weasley sat down on the chair, and the seafood soup in her hand spilled out directly.
But she didn't care, just a little flustered and asked Mr. Weasley the details of the matter again.
After the final confirmation, I still can't believe it.
"Why, how could he...Maybe there is some unavoidable reason...By the way, Percy, will Percy be in any danger?" Mrs. Weasley stood up abruptly, looked at Arthur Weasley and asked anxiously.
"It's fine for now, after all, it's the Ministry of Magic... But after this, I don't know..."
"The most worrying situation now is the Muggles in London, and I don't know what will happen to them." Mr. Weasley said worriedly.
"No one knows what will happen in London tomorrow..."
……
Arthur Weasley's concerns were not unreasonable.
The current situation in London quickly deteriorated in a short period of time, and the speed was beyond everyone's expectations.
Not even the Muggle Prime Minister, who had made it happen, had expected this.
The next morning, many Londoners watched the news on TV
It is known that a new type of infectious disease is prevalent in London.
They saw the terrifying appearance of the living corpse with their own eyes.
They need an explanation.
People are slowly waiting for an explanation from the Prime Minister's government.
But No. 10 Downing Street, as well as the elders in Parliament, were stunned by the dire consequences of this new infection.
Living corpse!
Such a thing in the movie actually appeared.
And the entire team of medical experts...has not yet investigated how this new type of infectious disease spreads.
As time passed, people's panic could not be suppressed.
All kinds of news and rumors are constantly fermenting over the entire city of London.
As a certain "bringing a filial son" country on the other side was the first to ban people from the UK from entering its own territory, and prepared to recall the staff of the embassy.
It was as if a depth charge had been dropped on the oppressive pool.
Suddenly, London 'fried'.
……
There is still about a week before the arrival of the second event of the Top Ten Tournament, February 24th,
In this short period of time, the current situation in London has begun to deteriorate to an irreparable point.
Fudge and the Prime Minister made all this happen, but they didn't expect it to develop to such a degree.
About one-third of the entire population of London fled in droves in just one week...
Although their fat bellies are oily, the congressmen in suits and leather shoes are clamoring for the masses to calm down, calm down...
But the mountain torrent that has already started to rush cannot be stopped.In particular, the reports of journalists from various countries (especially those foreign tabloids) who fear that the world will not be chaotic, have prompted all this to happen.
At the very beginning, the Aurors took the living corpses and occasionally showed up in crowded places to increase the credibility of the matter.
Later, there was no need for this, and people believed more in what acquaintances talked about with each other.
Those raucous and exaggerated rumors frightened everyone.
Up to now... people are huddled at home, fearing that they too will be infected.
The supermarket shelves were empty, and people had swept away the sanitary rolls in a short period of time. As for those canned biscuits, high-energy compressed dry food had long since disappeared.
The news of the pharmacy being robbed is no surprise, and the original hospital has become deserted. Only when there is really no other way, people will look for a familiar doctor...
The originally well-ordered streets of London have begun to fall into some kind of carnival of "zero-dollar shopping".
The government's belated negative statement could not stem the surging tide that had already begun.
Obviously, no one is an idiot, and everyone knows what this new infection means.
The most important thing is that the news footage that was broadcast on TV...the appearance of dying and turning into a living corpse...was too lethal.
What's more, before that, the rat tide, river of blood, and withered tree that happened in London... were constantly suppressing and accumulating negative emotions in people's hearts.
All kinds of heretics who are trying to judge the doomsday come from all over the world. With their help, even if the London government strikes out with an "iron fist" to control the right to speak, it won't do much good.
And because of the procrastination of the parliament, the Prime Minister wasted nearly half a week before issuing an abbreviated statement on the blockade of London.
People clearly expressed their trust in this.
Those who were able to run had already run out of this dangerous and terrifying place in the middle of this week, braving the unprecedented London congestion.
The former empire on which the sun never sets, and now the old capitalist power, unexpectedly began to learn from its most proud filial son, the once bright pearl, and now the largest democratic power these days.
Railway stations, airport stations, highways... people are so crowded that they almost hang on to the train... At this moment, the gentlemanly demeanor of the British Empire is almost gone.
Under such circumstances, the collapse of the London financial market is also predictable.
The allies of various countries, the capitalists of the brotherhood of the Western family...all of them have turned into greedy hyenas, tearing away layers of flesh and blood from country Y.
As for a marked empire with filial sons, it is quite "filial" behavior,
A team of United Nations 'medical team' was directly dispatched to explore the source of this infectious disease, and by the way, a biochemical research institute was set up to see what is going on?
Of course, there are also rumors and stories accompanying these guys... Most of the time, an unknown biological laboratory in a certain British military base played the role of the villain.
According to them... That's why the British government is so secretive, and the MPs have already fled London.
Of course, the vast majority of the British media is anti-sarcasm.I think it was leaked from the military base of the big country with a filial son...
For a while, living corpses, firearms, crossbows, masks, stab-proof clothing... baseball bats... Chinese kung fu... and the offensive and defensive wars of public opinion from various countries became the most heated topics among Londoners.
The war of words was endless, and for a while, people seemed to forget that the Prime Minister issued an order to blockade the entire London not long ago.
Of course, when it's called a lockdown, it's really just a curfew...not letting people drink alcohol in public places, closing schools and stuff like that... blah blah blah blah.
People are mostly going to work as usual, spending... doing whatever they can for capitalists who have fled to other continents in their private jets... for their mansions and Ferraris.
But even with such a near-joke-like blockade, it was enough to blow some people's hair.
For example, the only remaining blood relatives of Harry Potter... Mr. Vernon Dursley's family in Little Whinging.
right now,
It was five o'clock in the morning on February [-]th,
The house at number four Privet Drive, Surrey, London is brightly lit.
Vernon Dursley was grunting and arguing with his wife, Petunia.
The two glared at each other as the couple, for the first time in their history, got into such a dire quarrel and disagreement.
"Vernon! There's something wrong. These news seem to be true...Even Sally and her family have gone to the countryside. Didn't Maggie persuade us not long ago? Can't we..." Petunia Dursley cried out in a very shrill voice.
"Don't believe those idiots on TV. I tell you, Petunia... this is a lie made up by those red Soviet crooks and robbers who want to destroy the whole of Britain, and that incompetent prime minister is a traitor. And we, the citizens of the glorious British Empire, will never allow this to happen..."
Dursley stiffened his neck, his face turning a deep purple.
He was very stubborn in talking about these words, like a wild boar who has been staying in the mountains for the first time facing the sea, flashing his fangs fiercely, humming constantly, not knowing who he is threatening...
Petunia was very insistent in front of Vernon Dursley, which was rare. She was like a village goose, biting the fact that her neighbors had run away,
The back of Vernon's head was dizzy with anger.
But Dudley Dursley, who was stuck between his parents and grew horizontally like a baby whale... remembered another thing.
He remembered Harry's letter.
He actually suspected that Harry had sent some cake or something delicious, so he had sneaked a look at the contents.
The things written above are very similar to what is happening now.
—let them mention leaving London, and say something terrible is going to happen here...
But Dudley also knew that Harry was the most taboo subject in their family.
Even... it was him, but he couldn't bring it up.
To say or not to say...
Dudley was in a difficult situation.
He stuffed another piece of chocolate-flavored butterscotch into his mouth.
Vernon Dursley walked back and forth in the room. Although he said that just now, it was obviously affected in his heart.
Penny looked worried, and she stared at Dursley, expecting a reply.
Only Dudley took this opportunity to 'supplement nutrition' to his huge and strong body, and kept stealing all kinds of dessert fruits.
Finally, Vernon Dursley stopped in front of Harry's former room, that is, the wardrobe where the sundries were placed,
His crimson purple round pie-shaped face was wrinkled into a ball, and he spoke.
"Petunia, I remembered something." Dursley actually hesitated, as if he couldn't speak.
Petunia stared at her husband, waiting for him to speak.
"These weird things, no matter how you think about it...the rat tide, the resurrection of the dead, the dead fish floating all over the river..."
"It must have something to do with that world! It must have something to do with Harry... your sister... those people..."
"Ah, Dursley!" Petunia screamed, covering her face.
The scene happening in No. [-] Privet Drive now is like a live drama performance.
Dursley's small eyes were fixed on the door of the wardrobe utility room, as if Harry was about to pop... straight out of there.
"Yes, yes, only those guys, people from that world...will do these weird things like terrorists..."
"I have to tell other people, tell the government, tell the army... Let everyone know about the plot of these guys, they want to invade our society, rob our houses and wealth..."
Dursley clearly believed in his own logic.
"Petunia, we can't believe... don't believe a word of this bullshit, not a word of it. We're not going, we're not going anywhere..." Dursley said with absolute conviction.
"But there's nothing in the supermarket! My poor Dudley must have some food..."
Petunia looked at Dudley worriedly, obviously she already knew about Dudley's trick of stealing food.
"We won't leave London, where can we find food?!"
"I'll find a way, I'll find a way, not to mention that this kid should also lose weight, go through a lot of hardships and exercise, when I was as old as he was, I had already started to share the work at home..."
Dursley grabbed his beard and said sternly, it seems that he has made up his mind to stay in this house.
However, when Dudley heard that he had nothing to eat, he immediately became nervous and agitated.
Regardless of Vernon Dursley's feelings,
He directly stated the content of Harry's letter, telling his family to leave London as much as possible.
This was really hard for Dudley, and only under the stimulation of food, he could barely remember the words and general meaning of the letter.
"How dare you..."
Vernon Dursley yelled, and the veins on his forehead began to throb,
"My son... dare to get involved with that kind of dude, haven't I already said it? When that guy Harry went to that ghost school, our family tried not to have any contact with him. Once he became an adult, we kicked that guy out of this house, this family..."
Vernon held up his hands, as if to teach Dudley a lesson.
Like a hen protecting a big fat pig, Petunia desperately spread her arms in front of Dudley, preventing Vernon from losing control.
Vernon looked at his emaciated wife, like a withered caterpillar... being stuck on the fat and round cabbage, and couldn't help but let down his slap.
To be honest, he doesn't know what to do now.
Perhaps it was a good choice to accept the company's invitation to start a new business in that relatively backward country in East Asia?
A rare trace of regret floated in Vernon's heart.
At this time, there was a sound of a car starting outside, which sounded like it was coming from nearby.
The Dursleys hurriedly hid behind the curtains and looked out.
A thin layer of white mist hangs outside,
A red car was driving away from the driveway full of luggage.
It's the neighbours, the Lyme family,
Even with Mr. Dursley's IQ... he could tell they were fleeing London too.
Now, with the sound of cars speeding and tires rubbing against the road,
In the entire Privet Drive, Mrs. Figg and her family were almost the only ones left here.
Even Vernon Dursley was speechless now.
He was like an ugly solid stone statue, holding the curtain with one hand and froze in place, staring out at the street filled with light thick fog, motionless.
……
February 22th,
Country Y,
On the street outside a world-renowned hospital,
A group of people holding various slogans surrounded the outside,
They clamored slogans with extreme fanaticism and clamored for their demands.
"Be free...not blockade..."
"Electromagnetic waves are harmful and can cause infertility and various diseases. The government should be prohibited from building..."
"This idiot disease is a conspiracy of XX rich people..."
"This is a Soviet terrorist attack..."
All kinds of messy statements made the gathering crowd undercurrent surge.
everyone has it,
There are people out for profit, out of rage, and there are some professional marchers who make a living out of it...
The conspiracy of the big man, the ambition and desire of the little man are mixed in it...
But in one of the most secret underground and most closely guarded laboratories in the school office building,
separates it all.
Emily Albert was wearing a level-three yellow full-seal protective suit, and she was in contact with a 'moving corpse' with her mentor. '
Now the military of Country Y, as well as government departments, are doing their best to assist all possible progress...Professors of biology, conduct such research.
It can be said that these days... what happened in this city, all kinds of true and false news... really frightened those high-ranking old men.
They desperately need something to save the confidence of the whole country.
So even in a school's laboratory, it has won the opportunity to study such things.
Emily Albert naturally would not miss such an opportunity.
She ignored the MacGuffin warning and chose to stay in the city.
At sensitive moments, don't do it to death, and then modify and modify that one to see if it can be released.
(End of this chapter)
