Homecoming from Hogwarts

It was almost midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo, but his mind was blank and he had no idea what it meant.

He was expecting a call from the president of a faraway country.

On the one hand, he doubted whether the unfortunate guy would call him. On the other hand, he took advantage of the quietness of the night to recall the unforgettable troubles he had encountered during his eight months as prime minister.

Only when he was alone did the Prime Minister have the courage to tell himself honestly.

Becoming the Prime Minister of this country was not in his "career plan", but because of some unexpected circumstances, he was forced to stand in this position.

The euphoria of 'being in power' was running low in his second week as prime minister.

Because he soon realized that as president, like in his previous positions, no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any changes to the country's "rules" and "traditions" that were as solid as an iron bucket.

In particular, he had to work hard to help the government get rid of some completely unreasonable responsibilities in front of the media.

For example, a week ago, the explosions and roars that enveloped almost the entire city were not the government's secret nuclear weapons testing!

Testing nuclear weapons in the city!
The Prime Minister's pale face turned a shade of blue and his lips were tightly pursed.

If that reporter had a brain a little bigger than a hummingbird, he wouldn't have asked such a stupid question!
but--
The phone on the classically styled desk still showed no sign of ringing. The Prime Minister stood up from his seat and paced back and forth in his spacious office.

I have to say, that incident was indeed very strange and confusing.

Without any warning, a huge roar echoed over London and lasted for nearly two hours.

His guards rushed into the office immediately, and a group of people escorted him into the underground air-raid shelter. He waited in agony for more detailed information.

But ten minutes later, the news brought by the Minister of Defense who entered the air-raid shelter through the secret passage made him completely confused.

The Russians did not drop bombs on London in a crazy way, and no fighter planes flew over the city.

It wasn't even a gas explosion. In the subsequent investigation, there were only a few traffic accidents in London during that period.

But the media and the public do not believe the reports issued by the government at all, and conspiracy theories are rampant.

The Prime Minister stopped in front of the lattice window and looked gloomily at the man with dark eye bags and a tired face reflected in the glass.

If the government cannot come up with a reasonable explanation for this matter, the media reporters will not give up.

He dared to bet that even though it was late at night, if he got off work now and hadn't even gotten into the car yet, a bunch of reporters would rush out from all the dark corners and focus their fire on him!
"damn it!"

The furious Prime Minister shouted angrily,

"Are they happy to see Russian tanks appearing in the suburbs of London?!"

cough--
Turning suddenly, the Prime Minister looked behind him in astonishment.

There was no one in the office, illuminated by soft lights, except him, and the phone on the desk was not ringing.

Must be an illusion
The Prime Minister's towering shoulders slowly relaxed and he sighed heavily, realizing that he had to rest.

Cough, cough!

The coughing sound appeared again, as if afraid that he couldn't hear clearly, the coughing sound was obviously much heavier than before!

"who is it!"

The Prime Minister cried out, and he staggered back, banging against the sash window with a clang. He looked around the office with wide eyes, and the Prime Minister's eyes were not filled with astonishment, but with horror!
"To the Muggle Prime Minister—"

The sudden voice drew the Prime Minister's attention to the corner of the room, where there was a portrait of a frog-like man with a long silver wig.

The Prime Minister rubbed his eyes in confusion. He was not sure if he had seen it wrongly, or if he was just hallucinating due to too much pressure. But he seemed to really see the portrait's lips moving.
"Ms. Amelia Bones, the British Minister of Magic, and Mr. Amos Towers Braine, the Vice President of the International Confederation of Wizards, wish to see the Muggle Prime Minister to discuss important matters. Please respond immediately!"

I'm finally driven crazy!
The Prime Minister stared blankly at the man in the portrait turning his head and looking straight at him, and this thought flashed through his mind.

"Please reply immediately!" The portrait said more loudly, a little impatiently.

"Oh, okay—"

The Prime Minister's hunched shoulders trembled and he spoke blankly.

boom--
A blazing flame suddenly ignited in the marble fireplace without a single spark. In the fierce vortex of fire, a man and a woman appeared and walked out of the fireplace.

The Prime Minister's dull gaze fell on the two men.

The woman who walked out of the flames had a look of deep fatigue on her face. Like him, the Prime Minister could "smell" a similar scent from this woman.

The young man next to the woman
The first thought that crossed the Prime Minister's mind was that he was a woman's subordinate, but he rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

The portrait says this man is the Vice President of the International Confederation of Wizards.
I don't know how serious it is.

Moreover, this young man who was about the same age as his son had a very special temperament. When he appeared in this office, it seemed that all the light in the room would converge on him!

"Good evening, Prime Minister--"

The woman seemed to be in a bad state, or she seemed to have just fainted in the stove. After she came out of the fireplace, she stood there and gasped for a few times.
"We were supposed to meet the night I took office as Acting Minister for Magic, eighteen days ago.

But you know what's going on these days, I'm just too busy to do anything.

Actually, our meeting tonight was not originally planned, but Amosta suggested that I meet you as soon as possible, because with the failure of the recent war, Voldemort and his army of dark wizards are likely to take the opportunity to take revenge.

They can't find any opportunities in the wizarding world for the time being, so there is a high probability that they will create terrorist incidents in the Muggle world. I think..."

Minister Bones frowned and looked at the Prime Minister sternly.

"Come to think of it, you can understand what I'm saying, right?"

The Prime Minister had gradually come back to his senses. Hearing the woman's question, he nodded slowly. The next second, he suddenly jumped up!
His guard told him that there were alarm buttons everywhere in the office. If one was pressed, the alarm would be heard throughout 10 Downing Street!

The Prime Minister turned suddenly, raised his hand and pressed an inconspicuous bulge on the window frame.

Snapped!
But before his hand touched the button, a white light flew over his shoulder and hit the window before his hand.

A layer of white frost immediately formed on the clean window sash, and a beautiful ice flower grew on the button!

The Prime Minister made a prompt decision and rushed to the office door.

"Help, there's a terrorist attack!"

While running, the Prime Minister shouted at the top of his lungs, but before he could shout, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing on the back of his head!

Uh!
The Prime Minister who was running towards the door was frozen in a strange posture, unable to move!
boom--
The young man with soft gray hair and a pair of purple eyes suddenly pushed through the air and appeared in front of him. The Prime Minister stared at him, his eyes bulging with shock!
"So to say--"

Amosta looked at the Muggle Prime Minister with a strange expression.
"In the eight months since you took over as Prime Minister, you have not had any dealings with Fudge. Did he not inform you of the previous mass breakout from Azkaban? Your predecessor did not tell you a word about us, either?"

The Prime Minister was speechless, his thoughts were almost broken!

"That's outrageous!"

The Prime Minister heard the woman speak angrily, but he didn't know who she was scolding.
Is it the former Prime Minister, or that Fudge?

"no way--"

Amosta sighed helplessly.
"It'll just take a little longer, then..."

Amosta looked at the Prime Minister and said politely,
"I will untie your restraints and explain everything to you, but please be patient. If you continue to yell, I will be very distressed, okay?" (End of this chapter)