HP Approaches the Magical World

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In fact, when Hogwarts is on holiday, Jon is not very leisurely.

In other words, the more busy he is during the holidays, he has to take charge of some preparations for the Order of the Phoenix and the laboratory. Grindelwald will be leaving in more than a year, but the laboratory has a new round of experiments. The staff has not been trained yet, so he has to take on some things here.

However, fortunately, these things are within his tolerance.

In contrast, another person who was suddenly hit was not so lucky.

...

It was almost midnight, and the Prime Minister was sitting in his office alone, reading a long memo, but his mind was blank and he didn't understand what it meant.

He was waiting for a call from the president of a faraway country.

On the one hand, he wondered if the hapless guy would call, on the other hand, he restrained the many unpleasant memories of this long and tiring week, so there was not much room in his mind for other things.

The more he wanted to concentrate on reading the text on the piece of paper in front of him, the more clearly he saw the gloating face of one of his political enemies.

This political enemy appeared in the news that day. Not only did he list all the terrible accidents that happened last week (as if anyone needs to be reminded), but he also thoroughly analyzed that each accident was due to the government's fault. Caused.

When the Prime Minister thought of these accusations, his pulse beat faster, because they were unfair and untrue.

How could his government prevent that bridge from collapsing?

Someone even suggested that the government did not invest enough in bridge construction. This is really intolerable.

The bridge was built less than ten years ago, and even the best experts could not explain how it suddenly broke neatly in two, and dozens of cars fell into the deep river below.

In addition, some people even suggested that the lack of police power led to the two vicious murders. They also said that the government should foresee the weird hurricane in the west that caused huge losses to people's lives and property.

Also, one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Jolay, behaved strangely this week, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his family. Is this also his fault?

"There is panic all over the country."

The opposition finally concluded this way, almost making no secret of the triumphant smile on his face.

Unfortunately, this is indeed the case.

The Prime Minister himself felt that people did appear to be more apprehensive than usual. Even the weather was unsatisfactory. It was still in mid-July, and it was already filled with cold fog... This is very wrong, very abnormal...

He turned to the second page of the memo and found that the content at the back was still very long. Knowing that it was impossible to read it through, he simply gave up.

He stretched his arms over his head and gazed at his office gloomily.

This is a very grand room. The beautiful marble fireplace faces the long sash windows. The windows are closed tightly to block the out-of-season cold fog.

The Prime Minister shivered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the thin mist clinging to the windowpane outside.

As he was standing there with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He froze, and in the black windowpane in front of him was his own horrified face.

He was familiar with this coughing sound, he had heard it before, and then he slowly turned around and faced the empty room.

"Hello?" He said, trying to make his voice sound brave.

At that moment, he knew it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would agree to him.

However, there was a voice who answered immediately. This voice was crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech.

When the prime minister heard the first cough, he knew that it came from the little man with a long silver wig who looked like a frog. He was the figure on a small dirty oil painting in the corner of the room.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister.

Request an urgent meeting, please reply immediately.

Faithful, Fudge. "

The man in the painting looked at the prime minister questioningly.

"Well," said the prime minister, "listen... this time is not suitable for me... I'm waiting for a call... it's from a president—"

"That can be rearranged." The portrait said without hesitation.

The prime minister's heart sank, and this was what he worried about.

"But I do want to talk to him—"

"We will let the President forget about the call, and he will call again tomorrow night." The little man said, "Please answer Mr. Fudge immediately."

"I...oh...well," the Prime Minister said helplessly, "OK, I'll see Fudge."

He hurried to the desk and straightened his tie.

He just sat down, adjusted his facial expressions to be as relaxed and calm as he had hoped, and saw a bright green flame suddenly emerged from the empty grate under the marble fireplace.

The Prime Minister tried his best to conceal his inner surprise and panic~www.wuxiahere.com~ and watched a big fat man appear in the middle of the flame, spinning like a spinning top.

A few seconds later, the big fat man stepped over the grate, holding a yellow-green top hat in his hand, stood on a beautiful antique carpet, and dusted the ashes from the sleeve of his thin cloak.

"Heh... the Prime Minister," Cornelius Fudge said, strode over and stretched out a hand, "I'm glad to see you again."

The Prime Minister didn't want to answer this polite remark from the bottom of his heart, so he said nothing.

He didn't want to see Fudge at all. In addition to being particularly alarming, Fudge's previous appearances generally meant that he was about to hear some particularly bad news.

Besides, Fudge was obviously worried this time.

He is thinner than before, his face is darker, his head is more bald, and his face looks wrinkled.

The Prime Minister has seen this look on the faces of politicians. Generally speaking, this is not a good sign.

"Can I do something for you?"

The prime minister asked, shook Fudge's hand hastily, and motioned him to sit on one of the hardest chairs at the table.

"I don't know where to start," Fudge murmured, pulling the chair and sitting down, putting the green bowler hat on his knees. "This week is really choking, really choking..."

"Have you been having trouble this week?"

The Prime Minister asked sternly. He wanted the other party to understand that he had enough things to worry about, and he didn't want to share anything for Fudge.

"Yeah, that's not enough."

Fudge said, rubbing his eyes wearily, and looking sadly at the Prime Minister: "I've had something similar to you this week, Prime Minister.

Brockdale Bridge... the murders of Burns and Vance... not to mention the turmoil in the west..."