Chapter 708 Russians

The Prime Minister straightened his tie and adjusted his facial expression to be as relaxed and calm as he hoped, and saw bright green flames suddenly bursting out from the empty grate under the marble fireplace. Mobile version The Prime Minister tried his best to hide his surprise and panic, and watched helplessly as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning rapidly like a top. A few seconds later, the fat man stepped across the grate, holding a yellow-green round hat in his hand, stood on an antique carpet, and dusted the ashes on the sleeves of his thin striped cloak.

"Ha... Prime Minister," Cornelius Fudge said, striding over and extending a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again."

The Prime Minister sincerely did not want to answer this polite remark, so he said nothing. He didn't want to see Fudge at all. Fudge's previous appearances, apart from being particularly alarming, usually meant hearing some particularly bad news. Moreover, he looked at Fudge and felt that the man in front of him was not in good condition, which was not a good sign.

"He just said you could help me understand the cause of the hurricane in Lancashire." The Prime Minister pointed to the portrait on the wall.

"Oh, that's Ulric Gamp, our first minister." Fudge raised his hat at the portrait, "That wind was actually a hurricane formed by magic. Can you understand what's going on?" "

"What is that?" The Prime Minister leaned forward, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Fudge took a deep breath and said: "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back. The man who must not even be named is back."

It was this situation that made him dislike Fudge's visit. After all, he is a dignified Prime Minister, and he doesn't want anyone to make him feel like a primary school student who doesn't understand anything. However, this has been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on the first night as Prime Minister. He still remembered the scene clearly, as if it happened yesterday, and he knew that he would never forget the memory that made him feel humiliated and frightened until his death.

After the first meeting the Prime Minister ordered his private secretary to take down the portrait of the ugly little man who had announced Fudge's visit. But what greatly frustrated him was that he couldn't get rid of the portrait. They used several carpenters, a builder or two, an art historian, and the chancellor to try and pry it off the wall, but without success.

Eventually the Prime Minister gave up trying and just wanted the thing to remain still and silent for as long as he was in office. Occasionally, he was sure that out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the person in the portrait yawning or scratching his nose, and once or twice he even walked out of the frame, leaving only an empty piece of earth-grey canvas. However, the Prime Minister trained himself not to look at the portrait too often. Whenever something strange like this happened, he always firmly told himself that his eyes were deceiving him.

Later, the appearance of this guy let him know that it was not a dream, and he always brought him all kinds of troubles, such as Azka, a fugitive from the prison, something that sounded like Hogwarts, There was also a boy named Harry Potter. The Prime Minister was confused and had no idea what he was talking about. And now, this guy came to tell him that this trouble was also caused by their world!

The Prime Minister then asked angrily: "Back? You said he's back'... He's still alive? I mean - was he responsible for this hurricane?"

"There is no hurricane at all." Fudge said with some distress. "It wasn't caused by him, but it was almost done by his Death Eaters, followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"Obviously it is your problem, but I am forced to answer inexplicable questions such as why this hurricane suddenly appeared out of thin air, why it was so small in scope, and so powerful in power." The Prime Minister stood up angrily, and every step he took , the anger in my heart grew even more. It's so infuriating that he discovered the cause of the hurricane but couldn't tell the public. It would be better if it was really the government's fault.

"Ahem," Fudge cleared his throat, "Actually, you should be glad that the current situation is much better than I originally expected. The Ministry of Magic has dispatched Aurors and successfully destroyed many cases of Death Eaters trying to destroy London landmarks. The plan is to build a sexual building so that they can be captured before their attack succeeds, otherwise your life will be even more difficult."

"As if this wasn't bad enough." The Prime Minister couldn't help but curse in his heart. He thought of the abnormal cold fog again, and then pointed to the layer of mist by the window and asked: "Is that also caused by them?"

"Well, that's a dementor," Fudge replied.

"I remember that dementors guarded prisoners?" the Prime Minister asked cautiously.

"That was the case before," Fudge said wearily, "but not anymore. They left the prison and went to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I must admit it was a disaster."

"But," said the Prime Minister, a fear gradually emerged in his heart, "didn't you tell me that they are animals that specialize in sucking away people's hope and happiness?"

"That's right. And they're still wandering around, so these fogs are formed."

The Prime Minister's knees buckled and he fell into the nearest chair. He felt like he was about to faint at the thought of these invisible creatures flying around cities and countryside, spreading a mood of pessimism and despair among his constituents.

"Listen to me, Fudge - you have to do something! It's your duty as Minister for Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, I am here to tell you that I am no longer the Minister of Magic. I will introduce you to my successor later. He and his successor should be arriving soon. ." Fudge smiled reluctantly.

The Prime Minister was speechless for a moment. He was indignant that he had been put in such a position, and at the same time felt sympathy for the shrunken-looking man sitting across from him.

Fudge turned to look at the ugly little man in the portrait wearing a long, curly silver wig. He was picking out his ears with the tip of a quill. The man in the portrait noticed Fudge looking at him and said, " Owen will be here soon, he has already joined Alan Harris."

The Prime Minister looked at Fudge, who unconsciously sat up straight, thoughtfully. Although he had not yet met the wizard's new minister, it was obvious that this new minister had made his predecessor very fearful. He must be a person who should not be underestimated. , he didn’t know if it would be harder to get in touch with than Fudge, and he felt faintly worried.

There was silence in the room for a while, until the man in the portrait broke the silence. He suddenly spoke in a clear official voice.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Requesting a meeting. The matter is urgent. Please respond immediately. Minister for Magic Owen Harris."

"Okay, okay, okay." The Prime Minister was secretly angry, as if he had the power to say no.

The flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and two spinning wizards appeared in the middle of the flames. They walked around for a while and reached the antique carpet. Fudge stood up as soon as he saw the figure appearing in the fire. The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, then also stood up, staring at the two newcomers. Unlike Fudge who dusted off the ashes, when they straightened up, the ashes disappeared from their bodies.

"Hello." The Prime Minister successfully concealed his inner anxiety and extended his hand to Owen.

"Hello, I'm Owen Harris, the new Minister of Magic. Fudge must have told you everything, right?" Owen showed a kind smile, stretched out his hand, looked into the other person's eyes, and shook their hands up and down. few times.

"He said he would introduce you to me today." The Prime Minister looked at Owen Harris with a smile, and his worries relaxed a little. The wizard in front of him seemed much easier to get along with than Fudge.

"This is my son, Alan Harris." Owen introduced Alan next to him, and Alan stretched out his hand and shook his hand gently.

"Nice to meet you, please take a seat." The Prime Minister pointed to the other two chairs in front of the desk.

Owen nodded and sat down with Fudge. Allen looked at the room, pointed his slender fingers at the door lock, and the Prime Minister heard the door lock click.

"Well - that's it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net" said the Prime Minister, "If you don't mind, I hope the door will not be locked."

"Just to avoid being disturbed," Owen explained, "and you have to pay extra attention to your safety now."

The Prime Minister straightened his back as much as possible and replied: "I am very satisfied with the existing security measures. Thank you very much——"

"In fact, sir. If it weren't for your eyes, you might have been hit by the Imperius Curse. In that case, Muggles would suffer." Alan interrupted him.

"Have eyes?" the Prime Minister asked inexplicably.

"The new secretary outside your office who came a while ago has eyes." Fudge explained from the side.

"You mean Christopher Lee, he is one of your people? I mean the wizard?!" The Prime Minister was a little unwilling to believe it. He was very satisfied with this new secretary who could speak multiple languages. He was very efficient at work and did other work. Three times that of a human being.

"Christopher Lee? Didn't we send Vladimir Bodrovsky?" Owen asked Fudge doubtfully.

"It's him, but he used a fake name." Fudge touched his nose and replied.

"My secretary is Russian?!" the Prime Minister shouted in shock.