Chapter 1174 The Prime Minister and the War

Such a strange picture that does not conform to common sense will scare anyone who sees it. r?anwen??????????`??

The Prime Minister shrank back into the chair vigorously, trying his best to conceal the surprise and panic in his heart.

He watched helplessly as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top.

A few seconds later, the fat man stepped over the grate, holding a yellow-green bowler hat in his hand.

He stood on a fine antique rug and brushed the ashes off the sleeve of his thin striped cloak.

"Oh, Muggle Prime Minister!" Cornelius Fudge strode over and held out a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again."

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

To be honest, he didn't want to see Fudge at all.

Fudge's previous appearances, in addition to being particularly alarming, usually meant that some particularly bad news was about to be heard.

Besides, Fudge was clearly worried this time.

He was thinner than before, his complexion was darker, his head was more bald, and his face looked wrinkled.

The prime minister has seen this look on politicians' faces before, and generally it's not a good sign, it means failure.

"Hi, can I do something for you?" the prime minister asked.

He shook Fudge's hand hastily, and beckoned him to sit in the hardest chair at the table.

"A lot, a lot, I don't know where to start!" muttered Fudge, pulling up a chair and sitting down, putting his green bowler hat on his lap. "The last few months have been awful, awful... ..."

"Well, have you been having trouble recently?" the Prime Minister asked with a straight face, deliberately emphasizing his tone.

He wanted the other party to understand that he already had enough to worry about, and he didn't want to share anything with Fudge.

"Yeah, that goes without saying, it's bad." Fudge rubbed his eyes wearily and looked at the Prime Minister sadly, "I guess, I'm in the same situation as you, Prime Minister, Brockdale Bridge, Burns And Vance's murder, not to mention the turmoil in the West. Believe me, this is only the beginning, only the beginning..."

"You guys, uh, yours, I mean, some of you guys are, related to these events, aren't you?" Trying to keep your tone calm at first, but it's really hard, "Also, you just said , This, this is just the beginning?"

"Of course it is." Fudge glared at the Prime Minister very sternly. "Surely you understand what's going on?"

"I..." the prime minister hesitated.

It was this state of affairs that disliked Fudge's visits.

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.

But that had been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on his first night as Prime Minister.

He still clearly remembered the scene at that time, as if it just happened yesterday, and he knew that he would never forget that memory until he died.

He was standing alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally achieving success after so many years of dreaming and planning, all alone...

"Sorry, our time is limited!" Fudge said directly, "I have a few things to inform you, Prime Minister, first of all, you must understand that neither the Brockdale Bridge nor the murders were an accident .”

The Prime Minister's unhappiness at being interrupted by his recollection was fleeting, and was quickly replaced by anger.

"You mean, it's because of wizards? Did you make it up?" said the Prime Minister stiffly. "My God, do you know how much trouble this has caused me, I have to run a country, and I have to worry about it at the moment." There are enough things…”

"Our worries are the same," interrupted Fudge. "You see, the Brockdale Bridge isn't in disrepair; the wind isn't actually a hurricane; and neither are the murders. Muggles. Also, with Herbert Jollet gone, his family will be safer, and we are currently arranging his transfer to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds."

"I don't understand at all, what happened to my Assistant Minister?" the Prime Minister roared excitedly, with almost uncontrollable anger, "Speak clearly!"

"He's under the Imperius Curse, poor fellow!" said Fudge. "I'm not sure it's right for me to inform you, but you should know it means they're trying to control you. This is also the main reason why I came here tonight, your current situation is very dangerous."

"Dangerous? Want to control me?!" The Prime Minister was immediately discouraged, and his face turned pale. "You, you mean someone wants to control me?"

"It's very easy to control you, and there are many benefits. Scrimgeour thinks they want to control you to start a war, a war between countries, just like the war that spread to the whole world more than fifty years ago." Fudge Sighing, "It's terrible, but after talking with Dumbledore, Scrimgeour seems convinced that..."

The Prime Minister could not hear what Fudge said next at all, and he felt that strength and something was being lost from his body little by little.

What's happening now is that there's a gang of wizards trying to get him to start a world war, which is crazy!

The current world environment is completely different from the past, and they will start the war, who is the opponent...

Imagine the reaction of the people in Congress and the allies of the United Kingdom if he said such a thing?

Apparently they would all think he was crazy and his political career was over!

But if, they are all contained...

The Prime Minister no longer dared to think about it anymore, the result might be even worse.

War, the result of World War III will be the destruction of all people on this planet!

"Who is it? Who are you talking about trying to control me?" the Prime Minister asked weakly.

Fudge paused, took a deep breath, and then continued, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back, the devil who can't even mention his name is back."

"Come back? You said he's back, he's still alive? I mean..."

The prime minister knew who Fudge was talking about, the man who couldn't even mention his name. He had heard about this man from Fudge many times, and every time it was accompanied by a terrible incident, he tried his best to search for it in his memory. Looking at the specific content of that terrible conversation three years ago.

At that time, Fudge told him about the wizard who everyone was talking about, the wizard who mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous crimes fifteen years ago.

"Yeah, alive!" said Fudge, equally pale. "Alive, I can't tell. Is a man alive who can't be killed? I don't know how, Dumbledore." He won't explain it well. But anyway, he must have a body, he can walk, he can talk, he can kill people, and of course he can come and control you. So I think, as far as we are talking, He is indeed alive..."