Chapter 430 Timely Rain

The rain outside was really heavy. The moment the man opened the window, the strong wind carried the rain into the apartment.

The white man gritted his teeth and closed his eyes the moment he opened the window. Although it was July, the temperature in Liverpool was still not too high these days. He was already prepared to be soaked by the rain. Prepare.

However, what surprised him was that when the heavy rain hit him, he felt not a bone-chilling cold, but a soft warmth!

The rain is actually warm!

And the rain seemed to contain some kind of magical power. This power kept flowing into his skin, making him feel extremely comfortable!

The white man's brows suddenly relaxed. He opened his mouth slightly in enjoyment, and as a little rainwater poured into his mouth and he swallowed it, the warm current flowed down and poured into his body.

“This is so comfortable!”

The man not only groaned.

The little girl in his arms was also extremely happy at the moment. She was laughing and catching the raindrops with her hands. As the rain continued to wash away her body, the originally rich brown color on her skin slowly disappeared!

His daughter's laughter revived the man, and he looked at his daughter nervously.

You must know that your daughter has already been infected with the plague, and now that she is caught in the rain, her condition is likely to become more serious.

However, he was stunned the moment he saw his daughter, because he finally discovered that his daughter's condition seemed to be improving rapidly!

"Celia, how do you feel? Does your chest still hurt?"

"Hahahaha!" the little girl laughed and kissed her father. "Dad, my chest doesn't hurt anymore. Has my disease been cured by the rain?"

The white man looked blankly at his daughter's fair skin without a hint of brown, and a burst of ecstasy suddenly welled up deep in his heart.

His eyes were red, and rain mixed with tears kept flowing down his face. Suddenly, he raised his daughter high, cheering and shouting:

"Thank God! Thank God for curing my daughter! From today on I will be your most devout believer!"

The little girl in his arms thought her father was playing a game with her, and she laughed even louder.

…

Scenes like this continue to play out in this city, and the horrific plague that is about to bring death to everyone is like dust on the glass windows, washed away by the heavy rain.

When the heavy rain stopped, a few bold people took to the streets.

A few of them kept cheering towards the sky, celebrating their luck.

And more people put their hands together and prayed devoutly, thanking God for bringing them this magical and timely rain!

"Look! What is that!"

Suddenly, a man on the street pointed to the sky and shouted.

When the others heard this, they all looked in the direction he pointed, and then they were stunned.

Because in their field of vision, several people riding on broomsticks were flying in the sky, and as they flew, a strange shimmering pattern slowly emerged!

It was a slightly open eye. Although the pattern was only composed of a few simple lines, everyone still recognized that it was a left eye.

But the strange thing is that the ordinary eyes are different. There are two lines below this eye, one straight line and one arc. They stretch out like tears shed by that eye. And below those lines, there are a pair of big hands holding together!

There were many knowledgeable people among the people on the street, and they recognized the true identity of this eye almost at a glance—the Eye of Horus, which symbolizes holiness and power!

Everyone was shocked in their hearts by this special scene, but before they could recover from the shock, a line of golden fonts appeared in the sky due to the efforts of everyone.

‘We’re all in this together! ’

After writing this line of text, several figures in the sky disappeared, leaving only the huge eye and the golden text still flashing in the sky.

"what is that?"

On the street, a middle-aged man with a full beard murmured in a voice that was almost sleepy.

After hearing this, a young man next to him looked excited and said without looking back:

"No matter what! They must have saved us!"

As soon as this statement came out, the people around who were still looking up at the sky all reacted. They agreed with the young man's statement almost instantly!

"That's right! That must be the case!"

"They must be messengers sent by God!"

"thank you!"

“We are in the same boat! We are in the same boat!”…

The cheers on the street continued, and no one knew who started it, shouting out the line of golden text under the strange pattern, which caused everyone around to imitate.

Anyway, by the end, almost everyone was repeating that phrase.

‘We’re all in this together! ’

This uniform shouting broke through the sky, and Benjamin and others could hear it clearly even though they were high up in the sky.

Behind the high-altitude clouds, looking at the faint city below them, and listening to the faint sounds, an emotion called pride filled the hearts of Benjamin and others.

Especially Benjamin, what no one knows is that his parents are also in Liverpool below at this moment.

In other words, Benjamin not only saved countless people this time, but also saved his own parents!

Unknowingly, Benjamin's eyes became moist again, and when Franklin saw this, he stepped forward and patted Benjamin's shoulder gently and said:

"It's time to go, Benjamin, we have work to do."

Hearing this, Benjamin wiped his face and turned his head. Sure enough, he saw his companions around him looking at him expectantly.

The reason why these people were willing to help him was entirely because their relatives were also threatened by this large-scale Death Eater operation.

They hope that by helping Benjamin save his hometown, the organization will also rescue their relatives.

Before carrying out this operation, Benjamin and Mike had already agreed to their request. After all, the relatives of the members were also within the protection scope of their organization. Even if there was no such thing, Mike would try to rescue them.

However, since there were more important wars to deal with, Mike gave the matter entirely to Benjamin and only gave them a week.

If Benjamin and the others are unable to rescue everyone's family members within a week, then I'm sorry. The interests of the organization are paramount, and the remaining relatives can only be rescued after this incident.

So, time waits for no one!

Benjamin took a deep breath to cheer himself up, and said to everyone:

"Okay, we have to hurry up! Next stop, Birmingham!"

…

The actions of Benjamin and others are in full swing. In this short period of time, relying on the huge material support and military assistance of the Freemasonry, Benjamin and others not only carried out disaster relief to several severely affected cities such as Birmingham and Liverpool. Activities also targeted some small terrorist attacks and prevented many tragedies from occurring.

Of course, their work style is completely different from the previous Ministry of Magic emergency response teams. They are very high-profile. Not only do they not care about being exposed in front of Muggles, they even leave a huge community in the sky after completing a task. The Franciscan logo and the slogan.

It is also because of their behavior that the Masonic logo and the slogan "We are in the same boat" have become more and more famous. Some places have even turned that short sentence into their local anti-disaster slogan and it is constantly being praised. With.

Thanks to their efforts, countless people who should have died in pain were finally rescued.

And their only question is, who are these people who saved them?

Scrimgeour also wants to know this question. This question has been bothering him in the past few days!

If possible, he really wanted to catch all these people, sentence them to death and execute them on the spot!

Because the actions of these people have seriously violated the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, the supreme law in the entire wizarding world!

In the past few days, the International Federation of Wizards has been in a state of rage. They have been sending letters constantly condemning the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China. Their words are so bad that they are simply outrageous. And they even threatened that if the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China did not deal with this large-scale leak, they would expel the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China from the International Federation of Wizards! This made Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic with a fiery temper who came from the military, almost become angry.

You think we don’t want to eliminate this massive leak?

It really can’t be done! Brother!

In order to cut costs, the memory erasure team of the Ministry of Magic of the United States only has a dozen people on standby, which is simply unable to handle such a large-scale leak. In the past, when encountering such large-scale incidents, the Ministry of Magic usually hired talents from the public temporarily to deal with it. .

But now, just in time for Voldemort's comeback, those social talents who could have been recruited at will have either fled the country early, or are hiding at home.

This resulted in the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China being unable to handle this leak at all.

As the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour also made the most correct choice, which was to seek help from the International Federation of Wizards.

Since you asked us to deal with this accident, it's only natural to send some people over to provide support, right?

That's what Scrimgeour thought!

It's a pity that people from the International Federation of Wizards don't think much of it.

Although they used very euphemistic words in their reply to Scrimgeour, the core meaning was very direct, that is, your country is too dangerous now because of Voldemort, and we will not let our people take such a big risk. To support you, so you better hold on!

Scrimgeour felt like he was going crazy. If he could, he really wanted to line up and shoot all the people from the International Federation of Wizards.

But unfortunately, he couldn't do that.

"call!"

Scrimgeour in the office looked out the window at the real-time simulated sunlight and sighed deeply.

At this point, the only way left in front of him to solve this leak was to turn to the Muggle Prime Minister for help.

But, do I really want to ask that damn Muggle?

Scrimgeour was deeply entangled as he recalled the unpleasant conversation he had with the Muggle Prime Minister that night.

On the other side, the Muggle Prime Minister, who made Scrimgeour deeply troubled, was humming a tune in a very good mood and continued to smoke his cigar.

He had just finished being interviewed by the media. The media's questions were exactly the same as those of the previous few days. They were all asking him about the origin of the supernatural phenomena that had recently rescued countless victims.

In response to this, the Muggle Prime Minister imitated his predecessors and said nothing, just making a scissor hand gesture to the camera!

As for how the media will interpret this action, he has no control over it, and he doesn't want to care about it!

Anyway, he didn’t know the true identities of those mysterious people. He only knew that after the efforts of those mysterious people, his approval rate suddenly soared by five percentage points for no reason!

It seems that many people take credit for the disaster relief results of those mysterious people this time!

"What a nice guy!"

The Muggle Prime Minister couldn't help but sigh!

If it weren't for those mysterious people, how could I smoke cigars here so easily?

He was really happy at this moment, but at the same time, he also felt a little weird in his heart, because there was no doubt that those mysterious people who participated in the disaster relief must be wizards.

At first, he thought it was Scrimgeour who sent his men to solve these problems because of his conscience, but he soon discovered that something was wrong.

Because the behavior of those wizards is completely different from that of the Ministry of Magic. They are too high-profile!

This obviously doesn't comply with that damn secrecy law!

As a qualified politician, the Muggle Prime Minister undoubtedly has a very keen insight, and he soon interpreted another fact from these things.

That means the disaster relief people are not the same as the Ministry of Magic!

The forces to which those mysterious wizards belong must be very powerful, even so powerful that they are completely unafraid of the Ministry of Magic!

Moreover, the forces to which those mysterious wizards belong have a deep affection for Muggles. It is even possible that they themselves come from the Muggle world and are not the so-called pure-blood wizards!

And most importantly, through the actions of these wizards, the Muggle Prime Minister interpreted the message they wanted to convey, that is, they were very willing to be exposed to Muggles, and even very willing to actively integrate with Muggle culture.

This is really great!

The Muggle Prime Minister was so happy!

If I can cooperate with these people and promote all wizards in the country to integrate into ordinary people's society, then the mysterious power of magic will also be controlled by ordinary humans!

By then, the country's national power will surely skyrocket, and it will not be impossible to even re-create the myth that the sun never sets!

This is a great achievement!

The Muggle Prime Minister slumped on the sofa chair, the corners of his mouth almost split when he smiled!