Chapter 1176 Successor

According to Fudge, things were going for the worst, and he was still telling the prime minister not to worry. r?anw?e?n?`

The prime minister doesn't know what's in the head of the fat man in front of him, is it muddy?

Because of a lunatic who can't even mention his name, his country and people are facing a huge threat, and he himself may be controlled by that lunatic at any time to do some crazier things and start a world war!

Just like that, Fudge actually told him not to worry, the Ministry of Magic had made every possible preparation.

If possible, the Prime Minister would really like to go over and beat him up, really hard!

"I don't deny that the people in the ministry are panicked and morale is low, but fortunately there is still Dumbledore, and the mysterious man dare not show up in public. Therefore, the current gaffe is still under our control, and the Aurors will take care of everything Yes, you don't have to worry." Fudge repeated the words that made the Prime Minister very angry, "Scremgeour thinks he may shift his target abroad, where he will conduct raids to collect corpses and souls..."

"You mean, the devil who can't even mention his name is planning to go to another country?" the Prime Minister asked with a headache.

"He is very likely to do this, because we closely monitor him, and he doesn't have many opportunities in this country!" Fudge continued, "It's different abroad. Of course, this does not mean that we can take it lightly. He may treat important people. Assassination, such as the recent disappearance of Amelia Borns!"

"Who is missing?"

"Amelia Bornes, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, we believe that the unnamed devil killed her herself, because she was a very talented witch, and all the signs It all shows that she has fought hard." Fudge cleared his throat, "This is a great loss for us, whether it is her position or herself resisting..."

"Wait, I remember, that murder was reported in the paper!" The Prime Minister forgot his anger for a moment, "Our paper, Amelia Bornes, said she was a single middle-aged Woman, this is a vicious murder, isn't it? It's getting so much buzz that the police don't know where to start."

"Well, that's natural," sighed Fudge. "She was killed in a room that was locked from the inside, didn't she? We know exactly who did it, but that doesn't help us catch That fellow. And Emmeline Vance, which you may not have heard of--"

"Of course I've heard!" said the Prime Minister. "In fact, it happened around the corner not far from here, and the papers made a big deal out of it: in the Prime Minister's backyard..."

"As if this wasn't bad enough!" said Fudge, barely listening to the Prime Minister, but said to himself, "In addition to these murders, there are also a large number of dementors out of control, and they may attack people at any time ..."

In the carefree days before, the Prime Minister would have found this sentence incomprehensible.

But now he already knows a lot of things, some things don't need too much explanation from Fudge, the prime minister can already understand it by himself!

"I remember that the dementors guard the prisoners of Azkaban?" He asked cautiously, "You told me before."

"It used to be like this." Fudge said wearily. "It's not now. They left the prison not long ago and joined the devil who can't even mention the name. I must admit that this is really a disaster."

"But..." the Prime Minister paused, and an inexplicable fear began to appear in the office, "Didn't you tell me that these creatures are designed to suck away people's hope and happiness?"

"Yes, and they are still multiplying, so these fogs are formed." Fudge looked out the window.

The Prime Minister's knees gave way and he sank into the chair closest to him.

From the bad news Fudge brought, the Prime Minister finally pieced together the dire situation.

The lord who can't even be named is back, and his men and a group of terrifying dark creatures like giants are prowling the country for an opportunity to attack, because the lord needs human corpses and souls to cast a wicked black magic. , He also wants to control himself to start a world war and cause more killings.

But Fudge told him not to worry, the situation was still under control.

But then, he talked about the two incredible murders.

The Prime Minister originally thought that those who died were ordinary people, but in fact they were powerful wizards who served as high-ranking officials in the so-called Ministry of Magic.

And the weird weather out there, caused by the reproduction of some kind of creature that feeds on hope and joy...

Didn't Fudge say that the situation is still under control, so what's going on with these latter situations?

The prime minister really wants to ask him, are these words contradictory?

But the thought of those hideous, invisible creatures flitting about town and country, sowing gloom and desperation among his voters.

He felt that he was about to faint, and he couldn't hold on any longer!

This is definitely the scariest news he has heard in his life, even if a war is about to break out, it cannot be compared with this.

"Listen to me, Fudge!" said the first weakly, as if using the last ounce of strength in his body, "you must take measures! Catch that wizard and solve the current predicament! This is your duty as Minister of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, after all that has happened, do you really think I can still be Minister for Magic? I stepped down two weeks ago! The whole wizarding world has been clamoring for my resignation for months, and I In all these years in office, I have never seen them so united!" Fudge forced a smile as he spoke.

The Prime Minister was momentarily speechless, outraged at being put in such a position, and at the same time sympathetic to the shriveled-looking man sitting across from him. That's what happens to failed politicians, but the hint Sympathy is fleeting, and now is not the time to think about such things.

"Okay!" He took a deep breath first, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"Try to do nothing, and you can do us the most good by keeping yourself safe. Besides, I was sent tonight to update you on the latest developments and introduce you to my successor," Fudge said. Put away the handkerchief, "He wants to talk to you in person, I thought he should be here now. Of course, with so many things happening right now, he is too busy. Just like this meeting, it was supposed to be in a It was a month ago, but we were really busy..."

Fudge turned to look at the portrait of the ugly little man in the long, curly silver wig who was picking out his ear with the tip of a quill, and the man in the portrait caught Fudge looking at him and said, " He'll be here shortly, he's currently meeting Dumbledore at Hogwarts."

"I wish him good luck," said Fudge, his tone a little sharp for the first time. "Dumbledore refused to see me at all in the past few months. I wrote him three letters almost every day, but he just He refuses to persuade that boy, and he is unwilling to disclose more information. If... hey, maybe Scrimgeour will be more successful than me. Taking advantage of this year's o.w.ls exam and n.e.w.ts exam end celebration dinner, and Dumbledore Let Lido have a good talk and persuade him to change his mind."