The First Brick ( POV Zacharias Smith )
"Our government has collapsed." On the TV, a man in a suit kept yelling at the camera, his face full of anger and a little imperceptible fear.
It was only the second day in July, and the United Kingdom government once again lost a prime minister, a prime minister who had just won the general election three days ago.
Similarly, has also lost many members of Parliament and many cabinet ministers.
All over the United Kingdom right now, people are in panic. Any politician will pray hard before going to work, praying that the god of death will not come, and praying that they can survive today's off-duty day.
The news station no longer broadcasts where there is good food and where there is fun.
During the year, the United Kingdom Government suffered a very brutal blow.
"This is the third time, Lord didn't intend to intervene?"
As the first assistant to the Director of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, Pritchard, who has beautiful blonde hair, was watching the TV screen and muttering.
Immediately, Pritchard turned his head and asked his boss who had just finished his business.
Zacharias Smith just sneered after hearing this.
"I don't think the Lord is in the mood to take care of such trivial matters." Smith's tone was quite clear, as if discussing the weather, and he didn't care at all that the Muggle government had lost three prime ministers within a year.
At the beginning, the Muggle government was able to use Shacklebolt's provisional government to interfere in everything in the wizarding world under the recommendation of the first-class war criminal Hermione Weasley.
Now, the Lord was simply giving back what the Muggle government had done.
It is far more effective to exile a few extreme pure-bloods to the Muggle world than to be punished in Azkaban.
Hearing Zacharias' answer, Pritchard looked into the eyes of his boss with some doubts.
Previously, the wizarding world had been rumored that The Lord was fully prepared to send someone to take over the Muggle government.
"That's not something you can ask, Pritchard." Zacharias' voice quickly turned cold, and he said to the blond assistant indifferently.
Zacharias knows his first assistant.
Pritchard is quite intelligent, his ability is unquestionable, coupled with his identity as a Slytherin family, he can be said to be a popular candidate for the next Director of Magical Accidents and Disasters.
It's just that the pure blood behind Pritchard obviously didn't take it well.
Once upon a time, several purebloods who had prospered with the rise of the Dark Lord were no longer honorable.
They don't know how to handle their roles in front of the Lord.
Under Lord's transformation, the so-called "new purebloods" are the dignitaries of this new world.
"Yes." Looking at Zacharias' warning eyes, Pritchard also knew that this was a question that shouldn't be asked.
"What the wizarding world lacks most is talented wizards, remember that, Pritchard."
After saying this, Zacharias walked towards his own private lounge without looking back.
He hoped Pritchard didn't make a stupid choice.
After all, he personally admired Pritchard's work and people skills.
Time to add another golden-haired pureblood to the Smith estate.
Zacharias poured himself a glass of juice, his expression unchanged.
He loves the smell of cranberries.
Zacharias has always believed that he is a smart person, whether it is in Hufflepuff or among the Hogwarts freshmen who were sorted in 1991. Before entering the sorting, he had ruled out the possibility of entering other colleges and focused on entering Hufflepuff.
He remembered the question the Hat had asked him.
"Even if you can't become a Hufflepuff, you insist on getting in there?"
His answer was only one word "yes", for no other reason, and he didn't intend to say anything more.
He doesn't like the feeling of being watched.
Especially, the half-blooded white wizard who always claimed to be righteous.
It is widely believed that the Smith family is descended from Helga Hufflepuff.
But it was never known that neither of the two ancestors of the Smith family actually had a trace of Helga Hufflepuff's blood.
Although the two ancestors of the Smith family were indeed brought up by Hufflepuff, those in power inside knew that the Smith family and Salazar Slytherin had an indescribable kinship relationship.
Even, some family members among them were able to inherit Parseltongue, but they never made it clear to the outside world.
The half-breed Dumbledore, who called himself the Chief of Light, never realized that the Smiths were huge, let alone cold-blooded liars.
What the Dark Lord had done to Hepzibah had never been enough to shake the core of the Smith family's thinking, let alone make them actively join the camp of half-blood wizards.
When that Lupine was invited into Hogwarts as a professor, he knew that Dumbledore's chess game was a wrong move.
How could Zacharias, who is proficient in fantastic biology, not be able to smell the stink that is unique to werewolves.
It's just that Zacharias didn't want to expose Dumbledore's lies from the very beginning, and using as much information as possible could bring benefits to the Smith family.
Therefore, he chose to leave some clues behind his back, some evidence that could be perceived by others.
When Justin and Wayne conspired to accuse Dumbledore of letting werewolves into Hogwarts, he chose to remain silent, wondering who gave Justin and Wayne the guts.
Soon, the answer was revealed.
When Zacharias faced the Lord that night, there was no hypocrisy at all.
"Can you ensure the loyalty of the Smiths?" In the shadow of the firelight, the Lord's face looked even more grim.
"If I can't, then the Smith family is ready to perish in history." Facing the cruel Lord, Zacharias has no fear, and all he thinks at the moment is to ensure the continuation of the Smith family.
"Smith, I'm curious about something." The Lord stared at him with his emerald green eyes.
"You've got enough ambition and cunning to get into Slytherin, why did the hat choose to put you in Hufflepuff?" The Lord's voice sounded ethereal.
It never occurred to Zacharias that the Lord would ask this question.
If it was the white wizard, Zacharias had thousands of reasons to prevaricate, but the other party was the Lord, and the Lord always only needed a clear and pragmatic answer.
"For inheritance."
"To ensure that we continue to carry on our bloodline under the guise of other Slytherin houses."
After all, in the Lord's bloodline, there is indeed also the inheritance belonging to the Smith family.
"Then I need a reason to reuse you." Lord's tone was indeed as deceptive as many people said.
"What if, I say, I can let you rule over the entire British Muggle world?" Zacharias said confidently.
The Lord looked at him with a smile, taking it for granted, satisfied with the answer.
"Just let me see how you can lay my first bricks into the Muggle world."