Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"You-uh-yours-I mean, some of your people are-related to these events, are they?"

Fudge Staring at the Prime Minister very severely.

"Of course it is." He said, "You must understand what's going on?"

"I..." The Prime Minister hesitated.

It was this situation that made him dislike Fudge's visit.

He is the prime minister of dignified after all, and he doesn't want anyone to make him feel like a primary school student who doesn't understand anything.

However, this has been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on his first night as prime minister.

He still remembers the scene clearly, as if it had just happened yesterday. He knew that he would never forget that memory until he died.

At the time, he was standing alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally achieving success after so many years of dreams and careful planning. Suddenly, he heard a cough coming from behind, just like tonight Similarly, he turned around and saw that the ugly little portrait was talking to him, announcing that the Ministry of Magic was coming to visit him.

Naturally, he thought it was a long-term campaign and election pressure that caused him to be a little mentally upset.

He found a portrait that was really terrified when he was talking to him. That’s not to say. Later, another person who claimed to be a wizard jumped out of the fireplace and shook hands with him. Scared not knowing what to do.

He didn’t say a word. Fudge kindly explained that there are still wizards living secretly all over the world. He also comforted him that he doesn’t need to worry about these things because the Ministry of Magic is responsible for managing the entire Wizarding. World, don't let the non-wizard crowd know their existence.

Fudge said that this is quite a difficult task, and it is all-encompassing, from stipulating how to use the broomstick seriously and responsibly, to controlling and administering all dragons (the prime minister remembers that when he heard this, I could not help holding the table tightly so as not to fall down).

After Fudge finished speaking, he patted the shoulders of the still stunned Prime Minister like a father.

"Don't worry," he said, "mostly you won't see me again. Only when we have serious troubles that may affect muggle, that is, those non-wizard people, I will come to bother you.

Besides, you just let the flow go. By the way, I have to say that you accept this thing much better than your predecessor. Now.

He thought I was a liar sent by his political opponents and he wanted to throw me out of the window."

At this time, the Prime Minister finally found a chance to speak.

"So, you—are not a liar?"

This is his last little hope.

"No,"

Fudge said gently, "I'm sorry, I am not.

Look."

Talking about him With a wave of wand, the prime minister's teacup turned into a gerbil.

"But," the prime minister said breathlessly, watching his teacup gnawing on his next speech, "but why—why did anyone tell me—? "

"Ministry of Magic only reveals its identity in front of the ruling Muggle Prime Minister."

Fudge said that he inserted wand into his clothes again. "We think this is the most effective Conducive to staying concealed."

"But," the Prime Minister said in a trembling voice, "Why didn't the previous Prime Minister remind me--"

Fudge actually laughed after hearing this. Come.

"My dear Prime Minister, would you tell someone else?"

Fudge was still smiling hehe, threw some powder into the fireplace, and then stepped into emerald green The flames disappeared with a whirr.

The Prime Minister was motionless there. He knew that as long as he was alive, he would never dare to mention this meeting with anyone. In this Great Thousand Worlds, who would believe him?

After a while, his frightened heart slowly calmed down. He once tried to convince himself that Fudge was just an illusion, because the election campaign made him mentally and physically exhausted and lack of sleep.

In order to get rid of all the things that reminded him of this unpleasant meeting, he gave the gerbil to his happily niece, and ordered his personal secretary to inform the little man who Fudge was visiting very ugly The portrait of person is taken down.

What made him very frustrated was that the portrait couldn't be removed.

They used a few carpenters, one or two construction workers, an art history expert, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. They spent the Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers trying to pry it off the wall. fail.

In the end, the Prime Minister stopped trying, but he hoped that the thing would remain still and silent during his tenure.

Occasionally, he can be sure to catch a glimpse of the person in the portrait yawning or scratching his nose from the corner of his eye, and even walk out of the frame once or twice, leaving only an empty gray canvas.

However, the Prime Minister trained himself not to look at that portrait often. Whenever something strange like this happened, he always told himself that his eyes had an illusion.

Later, three years ago, on a night like today, the Prime Minister stayed alone in his office, and the portrait announced that Fudge was about to visit, and then Fudge jumped out of the fireplace. , His whole body was wet like a soup chicken, with a look of lose one's head out of fear.

Before the prime minister had time to ask him why he dripped all the water on the Axminster pile carpet, Fudge nagged angrily. He was talking about a prime minister who had never heard of it. In the prisons I’ve ever used, a man called "Little Gray Wolf" Black, a thing that sounds like Hogwarts, and a boy named Harry Potter, the prime minister heard in the mist and didn’t even know him. What are you talking about.

"I just came from Azkaban."

Fudge panted and said, while pouring a lot of water from the brim of the bowler hat into his pocket. "You know, in the middle of the Northern Sea, this road is really boring... the dementor rebelled--"

He shuddered, "--they had never escaped before.

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Anyway, I have to come to you, Prime Minister.

Black is a famous muggle killer, but is likely to join the you know who clan... Of course, you even You know who doesn't know who it is!"

He looked at the first photo moment helplessly and said, "Ai, sit down, sit down, I'd better talk to you in detail...a glass of whiskey Right..."

Obviously it was in his prime minister's office, but the other party told him to sit down and asked him to drink his own whiskey.

The Prime Minister was very annoyed, but he still sat down.

Fudge pulled out the wand and conjured two large glasses out of thin air, filled with amber liquid. He pushed one of them into the hands of the prime minister, and then dragged a chair over.

Fudge talked for more than an hour, and when he reached a certain place, he refused to say a name out loud, and wrote it on a parchment, and stuffed it into the prime minister’s one who doesn’t hold whiskey. Hands.

In the end, Fudge got up to leave, and the Prime Minister also stood up.

"So, you think..." He narrowed his eyes and looked at the name in his left hand. Head!"

"I'm sorry...you think the demon who can't even mention the name is still alive, don't you?"

"Yes, that's what Dumbledore said." Fudge said, tightening the pinstriped cloak under his chin. "But we haven't found him.

In my opinion, he can only be dangerous if he gets support, so what we have to worry about is Black.

Will you announce that warning?

very good.

Okay, I hope we won’t meet again.

Prime Minister, good night."