Chapter 1178 Scrimgeour

"Who is this Dumbledore?" asked the Prime Minister, who had heard Fudge mention Dumbledore's name frequently.

"Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft, is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time, winner of the Order of Merlin First Class, president of the International Federation of Wizards, and chief wizard of the Wizengamot." Fudge said in one breath, "At the same time, he is also the only wizard who is afraid of the devil who can't even mention his name. He knows a lot of secrets about the mysterious man, probably like this..."

"Since this wizard is so great, why not let him defeat that devil?"

"This is back to our original topic. The Mysterious Man seems to be immortal." Fudge said bitterly, "Or, it is not so easy to defeat, even Dumbledore can't do it."

Silence fell again in the office, and the Prime Minister stopped asking questions.

He couldn't help but think, facing a terrifying undead monster, could they really win in this war?

He felt that his head was in a mess, and he couldn't sort it out.

If he could, he really hoped to wake up and find that it was all a dream.

About five minutes later, the man in the portrait broke the silence. He said suddenly in a crisp official voice, "To the Muggle Prime Minister, requesting an interview. It is urgent, please answer immediately, Minister for Magic Rufus Scrimgeour .”

"Yes, yes, yes," said the Prime Minister disturbedly.

As soon as the words fell, the flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and a second spinning wizard appeared in the middle of the flames.

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

The prime minister looked at the scene without showing any sign of fear.

Fudge stood up, and the Prime Minister hesitated, then stood up too.

He watched the newcomer straighten up as he brushed the ashes off his black robes and looked left and right.

this person……

Looking at him, the Prime Minister suddenly had a ridiculous idea, Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His tea-brown hair and bushy eyebrows are streaked with gray, and behind gold-rimmed glasses are piercing yellow eyes. Although his legs are a little lame, he walks with a kind of striding grace, which makes people immediately feel that he is A sharp, tough guy.

The Prime Minister thought he could well understand why the wizarding community wanted Scrimgeour rather than Fudge at their chief in these perilous times.

During times of war, such a tough hawk is needed to lead.

In general, the Prime Minister's first impression of Scrimgeour is still very good, much better than that of Fudge.

He hopes that the other party can solve the current troubles, at least not let the situation worsen.

"Hello!" said the Prime Minister politely, extending his hand to him.

Scrimgeour was not in a hurry to shake hands with the first, his eyes swept around the room, as if to confirm whether it was safe or not.

His appearance made one unable to help but suspect that there were several armed thugs hiding in this room.

Then Scrimgeour shook the Prime Minister's hand briefly, and drew a wand from under his robes.

"Fudge told you everything?" he asked, striding to the door and tapping the keyhole with his wand, and the Prime Minister heard the lock click.

"Well, that's right," said the Prime Minister. "If you don't mind, I wish the door wasn't locked."

"I don't want to be disturbed." Scrimgeour said impatiently, "or be watched. You don't seem to understand your current situation. You are dangerous. This office is not safe at all."

As he spoke, he pointed to the windows with his wand, and the curtains were drawn.

It can be clearly seen that what appears to be an angular glass compartment appears overhead, enveloping them.

Silver-white light flashed across the glass cover, and the space returned to its normal state, as if nothing had happened.

The Prime Minister took a look and tried to adapt himself to the current situation, but it was nothing more than magic. He didn't take Scrimgeour's statement seriously. Apart from the Queen's place, his place was the safest place in the whole of Britain and even the world, but he appreciated it very much. The measures taken by the other party are obviously professionals.

"I just heard Fudge..."

"It seems that Fudge didn't tell you everything very well, or that you didn't understand." Scrimgeour interrupted the Prime Minister, and said impatiently, "I'm a busy person and don't have much time to waste Here, let's cut to the chase. First, we need to discuss your safety."

The attitude of the other party completely wiped out the goodwill that the Prime Minister had just raised, and these wizards seemed to be all the same.

"Fudge told me just now that a lunatic wizard wants to come and control me, which is obviously absurd." The Prime Minister tried to straighten his waist, "I am very satisfied with the existing security measures, thank you very much..."

"We are not satisfied." Scrimgeour interrupted him again, "You have no protective measures here. If he wants, he can come here at any time. If the Prime Minister is under the Imperius Curse, the Muggles will have to What a disaster, especially in this situation. By the way, that new secretary outside your office..."

"I will never drive Kingsley Shacklebolt away if that's what you're suggesting!" said the Prime Minister passionately. "He's extremely efficient and does twice as much work as anyone else!"

"Obviously, that's because he's a wizard," said Scrimgeour, without the slightest smile on his face. "A well-trained Auror, specially sent to protect you, but according to the latest information I have, this not enough."

"Hey, wait!" the Prime Minister yelled, "You can't just put your people in my office, I decide who will work for me..."

"I suppose you're quite satisfied with Shacklebolt?" said Scrimgeour coldly, interrupting him again.

"Yes, I mean, it used to be..."

"Then there's no problem, is there?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I... yeah, as long as Shacklebolt's work remains so, um, so good, it shouldn't be a problem," said the Prime Minister feebly, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear at all.

"And about Herbert Jollet, your Assistant Secretary!" he continued, "the man who, not so long ago, entertained the public with his imitation of a duck."

"Fudge just told me he's being held!"

"That's right, a crappy Imperius Curse." Scrimgeour said disdainfully. "His mind is confused, but it doesn't rule out his danger, so we have quarantined him, and you need to replace it again." An Assistant Minister, we'll get an Auror over as soon as possible..."

"Wait, maybe Herbert just needs to rest more and drink less..."

"Don't interrupt me, repeat again, my time is limited, and I can't spend all of it here." Scrimgeour said impatiently, interrupting the Prime Minister again very impolitely, "Do you understand? The current situation? The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are short-staffed, and every elite Auror is very valuable, but we still need to send another person here. The purpose of doing this is to do our best to protect you and ensure your safety. "

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