HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP approached the magic world (

"There is no hurricane at all."

Fudge said distressedly.

"What are you talking about!" shouted the prime minister, he couldn't help stomping his feet. "The big tree was uprooted, the roof was overturned, the road signs became curved, and a large number of casualties—"

"It's all done by the Death Eaters," Fudge said, "it's the follower of the demon who can't even mention the name. Besides...we suspect that the giants are also involved."

The Prime Minister stopped abruptly, as if hitting an invisible wall.

"What is involved?"

Fudge made a bitter face.

"Last time he took advantage of the giants, trying to make a lot of momentum.

Now, the people in the Misinformation Office are working overtime, and we have sent several batches of memory cancellers to revise the memories of all the Muggles who have witnessed the events.

Most of the staff of the Department of Fantastic Beast Management and Control were sent to Somerset, where they searched around, but failed to find the giant-what a disaster. "

"It's impossible!" the Prime Minister said angrily.

"I don't deny that the people in the ministry are panic and morale is depressed."

Fudge said, "That's not counting, and then Amelia Bones disappeared again."

"Who is missing?"

"Amelia Burns, director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department.

We think that the demon who can't even mention the name killed her, because she is a very talented witch, and all the signs indicate that she has fought hard. "

Fudge cleared his throat, and then, as if it took a lot of effort, stopped spinning his bowler hat.

"However, the murder was reported in the newspaper,"

The Prime Minister temporarily forgot his anger and said, "Our newspaper.

Amelia Burns... said she was a single middle-aged woman. This is a vicious murder, isn't it?

The incident has spread to a lot of people, and the police have no idea where to start. "

Fudge sighed, "Oh, that's natural. She was killed in a locked room from inside, didn't she?

We know exactly who did it, but it doesn't help us catch that guy.

And Emilyn Vance, you may not have heard of this--"

"Of course I heard!"

The Prime Minister said, "Actually, it happened in a corner not far from here. The newspapers made a fuss about this: Try the law in the Prime Minister's backyard—"

"As if these weren't bad enough," Fudge hardly heard the Prime Minister speak, but said to himself, "Now dementors are everywhere, attacking people at any time..."

In the past carefree days, the Prime Minister would find this sentence difficult to understand, but now he already knows many things.

"I remember that the dementors guarded the Azkaban prisoners?"

"It used to be like this," Fudge said wearily. "Not now. They left the prison and took refuge in the demon who could not even mention the name. I must admit that this is really a disaster."

"But," said the prime minister, a fear gradually developed in his heart, "didn't you tell me that they are creatures that specialize in absorbing people's hope and happiness?"

"Yes. And they continue to multiply, so these mists are formed."

The Prime Minister's knees softened and he fell into the chair closest to him.

Thinking of these invisible creatures flying around cities and villages, spreading pessimism and despair among his voters, he felt that he was about to faint.

"Listen to me, Fudge—you must take measures! This is your responsibility as Minister of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, after so many things have happened, do you really think I can still be Minister of Magic?

I stepped down three days ago, and the entire wizarding world has been clamoring for my resignation for two weeks.

I have been in office for so many years, and I have never seen them so united! "

Fudge said and smiled reluctantly.

The Prime Minister was speechless for a while. He was indignant at being placed in such a situation, and at the same time sympathized with the seemingly shrinking man sitting across from him.

"I'm very sorry," he said at last, "what can I do for you?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister, but there is nothing left. I was sent to keep you informed of the latest developments and introduced you to my successor. I thought he should be here now. Of course, at present So many things have happened, it has kept him busy."

Fudge turned his head and looked at the ugly little man in the portrait with a long silver wig and a quill. He was digging out his ears with the tip of a quill pen.

The man in the portrait noticed that Fudge was watching him, and said, "He will be here soon. He is writing to Dumbledore and will soon finish writing."

"I wish him luck."

Fudge said, the tone seemed a bit harsh for the first time: "For the past two weeks, I wrote two letters to Dumbledore every day, but he just refused to change his mind.

If he is willing to persuade the boy, I am afraid I can still... Well, maybe Scrimgeour will be better than me~www.wuxiahere.com~Fudge was obviously aggrieved and fell silent, but the man in the portrait immediately broke him In silence, he suddenly spoke in a crisp voice with official accent.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister.

Request a meeting.

The matter is urgent, please reply immediately.

Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour. "

"Okay, OK, okay."

The Prime Minister said upset that the flame in the grate turned emerald green again, and a second whirling wizard appeared in the middle of the flame.

He turned for a while and walked to the antique carpet.

The Prime Minister looked at the scene without showing any fear. Fudge stood up. The Prime Minister hesitated and stood up, watching the newcomer straight up, brushing off the ashes from the black robe, and looking to the left and right. .

The Prime Minister suddenly came up with a ridiculous idea that Rufus Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His dark-brown hair and thick eyebrows are interspersed with strands of gray. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp yellow eyes. Although his legs are a little lame, there is a kind of dashing star when he walks, making people immediately feel he is A keen, tough guy.

The Prime Minister thought he could understand why the wizarding world wanted Scrimgeour instead of Fudge to be their leader in this critical period.

"Hello there."

The Prime Minister said politely, and reached out to him.

Scrimgeour shook the prime minister's hand hastily, swept his eyes around the room, and then drew a magic wand from his robe.

"Fudge told you everything?"

As he asked, he strode to the door and knocked on the keyhole with his wand. The prime minister heard the lock click.

"Well—that's it."

The Prime Minister said, "If you don't mind, I hope you don't lock the door."