Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 427 Muggle
Seeing the Muggle Prime Minister subdued, Scrimgeour's expression improved a lot, and his palm slowly moved away from his wand.

And the Muggle Prime Minister opposite him also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the matter developed to this point, he had already seen clearly that the man in front of him who looked like a lion was definitely not a qualified politician.

Real politicians are absolutely moody, they are like the 'rational people' assumed in economics, cold-blooded, emotionless, and only have interests in their eyes!

As long as the interests are big enough, it doesn't matter how much you humiliate him.

Just like the former Minister of Magic Fudge, even though he looked down on Muggles from the bottom of his heart, he would still maintain the most basic etiquette and laugh happily when talking with the Muggle Prime Minister.

It's just that his job is obviously not done well, because anyone who has been with him can see his arrogance hidden in his bones.

On the other hand, the new Minister of Magic named Scrimgeour, in front of him, does not have the hypocrisy common to politicians, but more of the iron blood and directness of soldiers.

'This should be a high-ranking official from the military, and it is very likely that he was the leader of the military power of the Ministry of Magic before! '

The Muggle Prime Minister made a quick judgment, which in another way confirmed his initial guess.

Under the oppression of the powerful force of the mysterious man who can't even mention his name, there should have been a civil strife within the Ministry of Magic, which caused the original Minister of Magic to be forced to step down, and Scrimgeour, who had mastered the military power, took over the banner !

Thinking of this, the corners of the Muggle Prime Minister's lips turned up, because generally this kind of leader in the form of warlords has a characteristic, that is, they are easy to be fooled!

"Minister Scrimgeour, I have read a lot of information about that mysterious man who can't even mention his name, so I know something about it." The Muggle Prime Minister pretended to be sincere and said, "He seems to be an extreme Radicals, just like the war criminal named Grindelwald during World War II, he advocates violence and hopes to provoke ordinary people, which is what you call a war between Muggles and wizards, right?"

Scrimgeour nodded silently. Although he knew very well that the Muggle Prime Minister's analogy was outrageous, and Voldemort was no match for that Grindelwald, he did not correct the other party's mistake, but wanted to hear The other party wanted to say something else.

"Minister Scrimgeour, we are all people who advocate peace, and our existence is to enable our people to live and work in peace and contentment." The Muggle Prime Minister continued, "And war madmen like that mysterious man who can't even mention his name It is our common enemy, that is to say, we are in one group."

After saying that, the Muggle Prime Minister looked towards Scrimgeour, but this time there was no expression on Scrimgeour's face.

He smiled slightly, tentatively said:

"From our previous conversations, I have learned that the current situation of your ministry is not optimistic, and it can even be said to be very difficult. Since we are comrades in the same camp, I think our country may provide some assistance to your ministry. Whether military or humanitarian..."

"It's not necessary!"

Scrimgeour rejected the other party almost without hesitation.

Let Muggles, whom almost all wizards consider inferior creatures, to help them wizards?
What are you kidding?
This would not only violate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, but also show that their Ministry of Magic is incompetent!

Scrimgeour felt that the other party was insulting him, he stared straight at the other party, and said:
"It's a war between wizards and wizards, you Muggles can't do anything about it! Go and see, the aftermath of just a dozen wizards fighting shattered the Newcastle Bridge, a boring holiday experiment for Hogwarts students Let it snow heavily in North London in the middle of summer, not to mention a virus leak caused by the compromise of an alchemist workshop caused the plague in Liverpool! These seem trivial things to us, but can you handle them? If there is no accident, I am afraid that your current situation is also very difficult, right?"

The face of the Muggle Prime Minister was said to turn blue and purple, and Scrimgeour's words were undoubtedly slapping himself in the face.

It's just that his good political literacy still made him resist the desire to turn his face immediately. He leaned back on the back of the chair and said coldly following the other party's words:
"Yes, the current situation in our country is indeed not optimistic. Even I am being criticized by others, but whose fault is this? These disasters caused by your wizards have claimed thousands of lives, Aren't you ashamed?"

Scrimgeour stopped talking again, he wanted to admit that he didn't care about the lives of those Muggles at all, but these words couldn't be said in the open, so he could only keep silent.

"Since you don't need our assistance, please deal with that mysterious person who can't even mention his name as soon as possible. Even if you can't deal with him, please suppress him and his henchmen as soon as possible, and don't let them be in the Muggle world again." What the hell is going on in the world!" The Muggle Prime Minister lit a cigar again and said while puffing, "If you really can't do it, then I can only do it myself to protect my people. I believe bullets and spells should be the same when it comes to lethality."

"Are you threatening me?"

Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed slightly, and those who knew him well knew that this was the expression of his extreme anger.

The Muggle Prime Minister on the opposite side seemed to be frightened, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground again, burning a big hole in the carpet.

"No, no, no! You misunderstood! Please don't get excited." The Muggle Prime Minister waved his hands in a funny way, "I mean we will use the necessary force to protect our people from harm, it doesn't mean that we will Attacking wizards, but if necessary we will... uh... you know what I mean? I can't watch my people being ravaged wantonly!"

Seeing the somewhat funny appearance of the Muggle Prime Minister, Scrimgeour's mouth curled into a sarcasm. He stood up with a smile, looked down at the other party, and said with some sarcasm:

"Hehe, you can give it a try and see if your broken copper and iron are useful. But what I think is that you are doing useless work."

After saying that, Scrimgeour's figure twisted and finally disappeared.

Silence returned to the office again, and the Muggle Prime Minister looked at the empty sofa chair opposite, with a smile on his face.

To this day, the vast majority of wizards still think that Muggles are like ants, and they can all be crushed to death by raising their hands.

This view was true 1000 years ago, but times have changed!

In the past 1000 years, the explosive growth of science and technology not only made their quality of life higher and higher, but also gave them enough strategic power to compete with wizards!
The wizards are standing still, their magic power is developing too slowly!

It can be said that the current Muggles have far surpassed wizards in some aspects!
But these so-called wizards still maintain the pride of the old days.

Just like the former Minister of Magic named Scrimgeour, the Muggle Prime Minister only read one word on the other party's face during the conversation with the other party before, that is arrogance!
But arrogance is fine!
Nowadays, the power of Muggles is still too weak. If a war breaks out directly with wizards, the final result can only be a loss for both sides.

But the prime ministers of all countries believe that as long as they are given enough time, it will be extremely easy to defeat the wizard.

Because compared with magic, the development speed of technology is too fast!

Only the other party is arrogant enough to despise Muggles.

Only in this way can Muggles have a longer time to continue to develop!

And when Muggles have developed even more terrifying force, wizards will no longer be noble!
Under the bombardment of cannons, they will be forced to open the country's gates and carry out exchanges and free trade with other countries. By that time, the power of wizards will be completely integrated into the Muggle world.

Thinking of this, the smile on the Muggle Prime Minister's face became even brighter.

He has already begun to fantasize about what it would be like to be able to cast magic one day!
Strong personal power, who doesn't like it?

But suddenly, he jumped up from his chair as if remembering something, and screamed:
"Damn it! I forgot to ask them to deal with the plague in Liverpool!"

Speaking of the Muggle Prime Minister, he wanted to run to the portrait to call the other party again, but this time, to his disappointment, the little person in the portrait disappeared.

"Tsk, you're really narrow-minded." The Muggle Prime Minister cursed, "Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days, anyway, people in Liverpool can't die for the time being."

Saying so, the Muggle Prime Minister sat back on the office chair, looked up at the ceiling, and fell into fantasy again.

"Back to life? Great!"

……

In the early morning, in a cafe on the streets of London, listening to the soothing music playing in the store, Mike, wearing casual sportswear, sat on the spacious deck like an ordinary person who had just finished a morning run and was about to rest, staring at the Watching the flow of people coming and going outside the window.

He is waiting.

Kingsley, a pure-blooded black wizard who was born in voodoo, insisted on setting the meeting place for the two of them here.

In this regard, although Mike felt very strange, he did not refuse.

After all, for such an intimate gathering, the Muggle Cafe is indeed a better choice than the Leaky Cauldron or the Pig's Head. At least, there will be fewer wizards here.

"Sir, your coffee!"

A beautiful voice brought Mike back to his thoughts. He turned his head and saw a young waitress looking attentively at this place, but in her hand was holding a coffee set.

"Thank you."

Taking the plate, Mike gave her a bright smile, and the latter gently scratched Mike's palm when he reached for the plate.

Then she licked her lips at Mike again, and then twisted her body and returned to the bar.

The implication of the other party is obvious. If Mike is willing, he believes that a dewy marriage must be inevitable.

It's just that Mike doesn't have much interest in this kind of thing.

He is not an innocent young man who doesn't understand anything, so he knows very well that he can't touch such a woman who takes the initiative to throw himself into his arms.

Because you don't even know if the other party is clean or not.

Perhaps in the cognition of normal people, those women who specialize in these services are the dirtiest, and when they think of them, the first thing that comes to mind for many of them is X disease.

But in fact, compared to many women who play around in society, those professional women are much cleaner.

At the very least, most of their units have regular medical examinations, and those social girls, Mike doesn't think they will have that awareness, what they pursue is pure hedonism.

So compared to this kind of dewy marriage, Mike is more willing to go to those professional places if he needs it.

Looking at the twisting back of the waitress, the corners of Mike's mouth slightly raised, rubbed his hands together, and prepared to enjoy his coffee.

But at this moment, a deep voice came from behind him.

"It seems that your good fortune is not shallow."

Mike's hand holding the coffee cup froze slightly, but he didn't look back. Instead, he whispered nonchalantly:
"How long have you been here?"

"Longer than you."

"Oh, really?" Mike took a sip of the coffee and felt it was a bit bitter, so he tore open the sugar packet and added it in, "Dumbledore should have told you everything, right?"

"That's right, he asked me to cooperate with you." Kingsley held a cup of coffee and sat opposite Mike, "To be honest, I don't really understand why he would trust you, a student who hasn't graduated yet. But since he spoke, Then I can only cooperate. So, what do you want me to do?"

"I just want to know where Chris Flint and the Flint family are now."

"You just want to know this? Oh, well, they're..." Kingsley glanced at Mike in surprise and was about to tell the whole story, but halfway through, he stared at Mike as if he had thought of something. His eyes widened, and he looked at Mike incredulously, "Are you going to call the door directly?"

Mike didn't speak, just stirred the coffee in his hand.

But what he meant was already obvious, if he didn't deny it, it would be the default.

"You're crazy!" Kingsley stood up suddenly, and growled at Mike with his hands on the table, "Do you know how many people will die if you do this?"

Kingsley's loud voice startled the waitress who had been paying attention to Mike's movement. Due to the spell, she couldn't hear the conversation between the two clearly, but looked at the waitress who was yelling at the handsome blond guy. Black strong man, the waitress still panicked.

"Or, should I call the police?"

Muttering to herself, the waitress took out a flip phone from her pocket.

On the other side, looking at the glaring Kingsley, Mike also stopped stirring the coffee.

"Of course I know, but what does that matter?" ""

(End of this chapter)