Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"Simply there are no hurricanes."

Fudge said distressedly.

"What did you say!" The Prime Minister roared, he could not help stomping his feet anymore, "The big tree pull up by the roots, the roof was overturned, the road signs became curved, and a large number of casualties were killed. ——"

"This was done by Death Eater," Fudge said. "It's the follower of the demon who can't even mention the name. Besides...we suspect that the giants are also involved."

The Prime Minister stopped abruptly, as if hitting an invisible wall.

"What is involved?"

Fudge made a bitter face.

"Last time he took advantage of the giants and wanted to make a big noise.

Now, the people in the Misinformation Office are working overtime, and we have sent several batches Memory cancellers, modify the memories of all the muggles who have witnessed what happened.

Most of the staff in the management and control department of magical creatures have been sent to Somerset, where they are everywhere. Searched, but failed to find the giant-it was a disaster."

"This is impossible!" said the Prime Minister panting with rage.

"I don't deny that the people in the ministry are now alarmed and morale is depressed."

Fudge said, "That's not counting. Later, Amelia Bones disappeared again."

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"Who is missing?"

"Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

We think it is the demon who can’t even mention the name. I personally killed her because she was a very talented witch, and all the signs indicate that she had fought hard."

Fudge cleared his throat, and then, it seemed like a lot of effort. With great strength, he stopped spinning his bowler hat.

"However, the murder was reported in the newspaper,"

The prime minister temporarily forgot his anger and said, "Our newspaper.

Amelia · Bones...saying that she is a single middle-aged woman, this is a vicious murder case, isn't it?

This incident has been raged, and the police have no idea where to start."

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Fudge sighed: "Ai, that's natural. She was killed in a locked room from inside, didn't she?

We know exactly who did it, But it doesn’t help us catch that guy.

Also, Emilyn Vance, you may not have heard of this--"

"Of course I heard That's it!"

The Prime Minister said, "Actually, it happened in the corner not far from here. The newspaper made a fuss about this: In the prime minister’s backyard, try the law by yourself--"

"As if these weren't bad enough," Fudge hardly heard the Prime Minister speak, but each minding their own business said, "Now dementors are everywhere, attacking people at any time..."

In the past carefree days, the prime minister would find this sentence difficult to understand, but now he already knows many things.

"I remember, dementor guards the Azkaban prisoner?"

"It used to be like this," Fudge said wearily. "Not now. They left the prison and took refuge in that A demon who can’t even mention a name. I must admit that this is really a disaster."

"But," said the prime minister, a kind of fear grew in his heart, "You didn't tell me, Are they creatures that specialize in absorbing people’s hope and happiness?"

"Yes. And they are still multiplying, so these mists are formed."

Prime Minister His knees softened, and he fell into a chair closest to him.

Thinking of these invisible creatures spreading pessimism and despair among the urban and rural Mobiliarbus among his voters, he felt that he was about to faint.

"Listen to me, Fudge—you must take measures! This is your responsibility as the Ministry of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, after so many things have happened , Do you really think I can still be Ministry of Magic?

I stepped down three days ago, and the entire Wizarding World has been clamoring for me to resign for two weeks.

I have been in office for so many years, and I have never seen them so united!"

Fudge said and smiled reluctantly.

The prime minister was speechless for a while. He was indignant at being placed in such a situation, and at the same time sympathized with the seemingly shrinking man sitting across from him.

"I'm very sorry." At last he said, "What can I do for you?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister, but there is nothing more. I am tonight He was sent to update you on the latest developments and introduce you to my successor. I thought he should be here by now. Of course, so much has happened so much that it’s too busy for him."

Fudge turned his head and looked at the ugly little man in the portrait with a long silver wig and a quill pen. He was cutting his ears with a quill pen.

The man in the portrait noticed that Fudge was looking at him and said, "He will be here soon. He is writing to Dumbledore and will finish writing soon."

"I wish He was lucky."

Fudge said, his tone a little bit sharp for the first time: "In the past two weeks, I wrote two letters to Dumbledore every day, but he just refused to change his mind.

If he is willing to persuade the boy, I am afraid I can still... Well, maybe Scrimgeour will be smoother than me."

Fudge was obviously aggrieved in silence, but the portrait The man inside broke his silence immediately, and suddenly spoke in a crisp voice with official accent.

"To Prime Minister muggle.

Request a meeting.

It is urgent, please reply immediately.

Ministry of Magic Rufus · Scrimgeour. "

"Okay, okay, okay."

The Prime Minister said upset, the flame in the grate turned emerald again, and a second drop appeared in the middle of the flame. The spinning wizard.

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

The Prime Minister looked at the scene without showing any fear. Fudge stood up. The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment and stood up, watching the newcomer straight up and brushing off the black robe. The ashes looked to the left and right.

The Prime Minister suddenly came up with a ridiculous idea that Rufus · Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His dark brown hair and thick eyebrows are mixed with strands of gray. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp yellow eyes. Although his legs are a bit lame, he walks with a kind of dashing star. It makes people immediately feel that he is a keen, tough guy.

The Prime Minister thinks he can understand why Wizarding World wants Scrimgeour instead of Fudge to be their leader in this critical period.

"Hello."

The Prime Minister said politely and reached out to him.

Scrimgeour shook the prime minister's hand hastily, his eyes swept around the room, and then pulled a wand from his robe.

"Fudge told you everything?"

As he asked, he strode to the door, knocked on the keyhole with wand, and the prime minister heard the lock click.

"Well-yes."

The Prime Minister said, "If you don't mind, I hope I don't lock the door."