Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 228

At midnight, the Prime Minister sat alone in his office, holding a document from MI[-].
But now the prime minister's head is blank, he can't read it anymore, and he can know that there are some perfunctory words in it without thinking about it... The report written by his subordinates reveals gloating towards himself.

damn it.

They are the same party!

Just because he was not transferred to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs after winning the election this year, is this guy treating himself like this?
Doesn't he know that most of the credit for the opposition party's victory in the election is on him?
that damn guy...

The Prime Minister was very angry, and was extremely bored and disappointed with these moths in the party.

After this incident is over, the government department reform plan that he himself implements must first start with the intelligence department,
As far as he knows, that guy's department is second only to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the public budget is the most wasteful... They even occupy the basement of a building in London's financial district to store wiretapped documents...

The upper floors are leased to other foreign companies.

ha!Big joke.

FK - Stupid as hell.This is simply to roll England's intelligence into a pizza and send it to the mouths of other countries' intelligence agencies.

And he had to put up with that damn greedy idiot for the sake of political balance, stability and unity within the party...

In the Prime Minister's head now, apart from the words that the idiot had dealt with him, there were all kinds of unpleasant memories of this long and tiring day.

He didn't have the mood to pay attention to the boring and nutrient-dense document in his hand.

Throwing it aside, the Prime Minister stood up from the stool and began pacing up and down the office.

He was uneasy in his heart, to be honest...

Too many terrible things happened today.

——Which terrorist organization carried out the terrorist attack on London?
base? XXX United National Front?still……

That damned BBB TV station is still broadcasting these news in a loop (who doesn’t seem to know?), and seriously invites some political opponents of his opposition party to conduct a detailed analysis... It is not necessary to think that most of the reasons will be attributed to the government, which is mainly caused by his fault.

The Prime Minister's forehead bleeds at the thought of these baseless accusations.

—— FK!Who knew that damned London Bridge would be bombed and just... suddenly collapse?

——And wasn't there a rumor this morning that a huge willow tree suddenly grew there?

Who can tell the truth from the fake information...

Damn it for saying the government doesn't pay enough for the most important London landmark ever to be maintained.

So just a small bomb attack can cause the collapse of this bridge.

What an intolerable amount of nonsense.

The maintenance of hundreds of thousands of pounds per year is the policy implemented by the previous government.

I don’t know how many tricks there are in it, so I won’t talk about it...

This guy really has the face to say it.

I proposed not long ago to demolish those old buildings in the London area, and the maintenance cost saved is not as good as building a new bridge, but what did that idiot say at the time.

"To preserve the landmarks that have witnessed the history of the British Empire."

"This must not move!"

Right and wrong, good and bad, let this guy finish.

And, by the way, of course there are those newspaper media who are afraid of chaos in the world...

Damn BBB TV, the government allows them to collect taxes, it is used to educate the people, not to fool the people and laugh at the government.

——He insisted on reducing that tax...

The Prime Minister threw a few punches into the air, treating him as a reporter and host of BBB TV, other daily newspapers such as "The Times", "London Financial Daily", and "Sun Daily", as well as the ugly face of the opposition party political enemy.

However, fortunately... in this accident, no one was harmed. It is simply a miracle of God.

This has greatly reduced the pressure the Prime Minister is facing now.

Otherwise, don't think about having alone time like now.

Having said that, the Prime Minister decided that he must have a good rest tonight...

There is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow...

Thinking of tomorrow's press conference, the Prime Minister's brain twisted into a ball.

"It's still unclear which terrorist organization created it...tomorrow, how should we deal with those 'uncrowned kings'!"

Just thinking about it, a slight cough suddenly came from behind the prime minister.

The Prime Minister suddenly realizes that he is alone in the entire office, which means...

The nightmare buried in his heart that he didn't want to recall reappeared in his life.

He turned stiffly to face the empty room... Sure enough...

There is a beautiful marble fireplace, long framed windows, and a huge rectangular desk full of historical traces in this room of the highest power all the time (it is said that there are burnt marks left by Churchill's cigar on it...)
But hanging on the wall is a greasy, dirty oil painting in a room that doesn't belong to the style at first glance.

No matter how the Prime Minister argues in his heart, the oil painting does belong to this office, and it may even last longer than this office...

Even without a mirror, the Prime Minister can know that what he is seeing on his face is a panicked face.

After struggling to be shocked, he hoarsely said.

"Hello! What's the matter?"

Then a voice immediately answered.

The answer came from the little frog-like man with the silver wig on the small oil painting.

Its eyeballs were fixed on the Prime Minister himself in the dim light, and its mouth opened and closed, asking him questions.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister for an urgent meeting. Please answer immediately, your faithful Fudge."

That's all he's worried about, and it's worse than the terrorist attack that happened this morning.

The first time he faced Cornelius Fudge, he felt extremely uncomfortable.Even though he has been in politics for more than ten years, he still doesn't like the visit of this politician from another world.

After all, he is the dignified Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. —Arguably one of the most powerful men in the world.

And in front of that person...it made him look like a primary school student who didn't understand anything.

He knew he would never be able to erase the memory of that night in his brain, the feeling at that time.

He always felt that Fudge, the minister of this other world, regarded him as a child who needed protection or some kind of precious porcelain, and the arrogance revealed in his eyes didn't even bother to hide it in front of him.

At that time... also at this time, when he and his wife walked out of the balcony, facing the reporters downstairs and his colleagues, they announced that they had successfully become the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, how high-spirited they were.

Afterwards, it was the same... He stood alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally realizing his dream after so many years of struggle...

Also in the dimness, there was a cough from behind the Prime Minister, and the ugly man in the small oil painting announced that the Minister of Magic had come to visit him.

Of course, at that time, he thought that he had hallucinations and lost his mind under the extremely happy situation...or he was still dreaming...he was still that poor backbench member.

But what happened next made him even more terrified. A man dressed strangely and somewhat similar to the previous era (top hat, tuxedo, gentleman's cane, and a monocle) jumped out of the fireplace.

Greeting and shaking hands with him talking to himself, introducing the existence of another world that ordinary people don't know.

And claiming to be a wizard, explaining that there are hundreds of thousands of wizards living secretly in Europe and all over the world.

He babbled on a lot of things the Prime Minister didn't want to hear (feeling more and more that he was either fooled or mad).

Seeing the Prime Minister still looking skeptical, the guy pulled out his 'magic wand' (a long, thin stick) and turned the Prime Minister's teacup into a gerbil.

"Well, it's not a Russian Klober trying to make himself mad, or some nasty Yankee joke...it's real!"

The Prime Minister looked at the gerbil that was shaking its buttocks and kept running around, and then looked up at the one who had just pulled out his wand - the 'wizard'!
He finally understood that it was not himself who was crazy... but the world.

"...You don't need to worry about these things, you can pretend that this has never happened... Only when we have extremely serious troubles on our side, which may affect Muggles and affect our world to be exposed to you non-wizard humans, I will come to bother you..."

"Don't worry, just like your ex... I just met twice when he took office and left..."

At last Fudge laughed and disappeared into the emerald green flames of the fireplace.

This made the prime minister stand on the spot, thinking that what happened just now was a dream of his own.

Until the gerbil rolled on the table, and the figure in the portrait, picking its nose, walked out of the edge of the frame and disappeared... made him realize again that all this really couldn't be true anymore.

It was so calm for a while (the oil painting of the prime minister could not be removed even if a professional engineering team was hired, and the gerbil was given to his niece who was very happy)...so much so that he really thought that, as the strange visitor said, he could keep still and silent all the time, and he would bury this secret in his heart until he left the job...

Until now...

——FK! ! !

——Didn’t you say that you only see two sides when you start a job and when you leave?

"To the Muggle Prime Minister..."

Seeing that the prime minister didn't answer, the ugly man with the wig notified him again in a vicious voice.

The Prime Minister said resignedly, "Well, I'll meet Fudge!"

As soon as the words fell, bright green flames burst out of the beautiful marble fireplace.

A fat man suddenly appeared in the middle of the flames. He lowered his head and pressed his ill-fitting (somewhat oversized) yellow-green bowler hat, got out of the fireplace, stepped over the grate, and dusted off the ashes on himself.

Compared with last time, Cornelius Fudge's complexion was obviously darker, and he looked depressed. I don't know if it was the Prime Minister's illusion. Fudge seemed to pay special attention to the hat on his head.

Always keep helping.

"Aha!"

The prime minister's heart skipped a beat.He knew that look, it was the look all politicians always had when they were in bad trouble, and it was probably his own look now.

"Don't bring me any worse news!"

The Prime Minister muttered worriedly in his heart.

He still remembered what Fudge had told him back then.

——It's not an important matter, anything that affects the Muggle world will not come to see me.

"Heh, Prime Minister, it's nice to meet you...I won't say polite words, let me tell you directly..."

Cornelius Fudge sat down unceremoniously in the armchair in front of the table, and motioned for the Prime Minister to sit down himself. (Didn't treat myself as a guest at all)
He adjusted his green bowler hat and said, "It's been a rough day..."

"Aren't you having a good time today?" the Prime Minister asked with a straight face, he hoped that this guy would be sensible and leave quickly.

"Yes, Prime Minister. What I encountered with you today should be similar...the accident at London Bridge...caused all the reporters to rush forward like crazy wild dogs, smelling the smell of blood..."

"It's also fortunate... Otherwise, the thing about my hair would have been..." Fudge muttered to himself vaguely, the Prime Minister couldn't hear clearly, but the previous words gave him an explanation for the doubts that had puzzled him.

"You mean, today's accident...is related to you!"

"Damn it, I knew it. The test was completed half a year ago... And no terrorist organization has admitted to committing a crime... And there are no casualties. This is not in line with the law of those guys..."

"I knew it..."

The Prime Minister was so agitated that he pushed his chair back to his feet and glared at Fudge sternly.

"My God, of course it wasn't caused by you Muggles...Actually..." Fudge was very upset, and said with some concealment, "Actually...it was the incidental damage caused when the [Special Response Team] sent by the Ministry of Magic dealt with that giant willow tree."

"There is no way! The situation at that time was simply terrible..."

"Let that willow tree continue to grow, and I don't know what will happen!"

"Half of the Muggles in London saw the white catkins, almost like an abnormally heavy snow... I have to ask the Federation of Magic to ask Aurors and wizards from the Ministry of Magic of other countries to assist the British Ministry of Magic in handling this matter."

"Also ask Dumbledore to go to Newt Scamander to get the volatile gas made from the special venom of the Winged Demon, and then, on Arthur Weasley's suggestion, distribute the gas to the whole of London through the chimneys of several abandoned Muggle factories in England... Only then have these memories been deleted from the Muggles..."

"Fortunately, those willow catkins will dissolve in water, and there will be no consequences... Otherwise, I can't imagine how to deal with this matter."

Fudge said a lot of stuff that the Prime Minister couldn't understand.

However, he still understood some of the key points.

"You mean...it was the London Bridge that you blew up and sprinkled some poison on the whole of London..."

"How dare you... how dare you... dare!"

First of all, he was a little hysterical, patting the table and shouting loudly.

"Why don't you listen to me! Prime Minister!"

Fudge slammed on the table, stood up excitedly, and took out his wand.

The Prime Minister took two steps back, then felt cowardly, and straightened his tie again.

For a moment, he thought of Churchill and World War II...

He couldn't back down, the Prime Minister himself felt that he was full of light, and the courage to fight.

But Cornelius Fudge looked at the Prime Minister helplessly for a moment, sighed helplessly, and waved his wand, immediately two large glasses filled with amber liquid appeared in front of them.

said Fudge, "Well, sit down, sit down, and I'll tell you all about it... It's a long story, you'd better have a whiskey..."

"Even for me, a wizard, this is absurd and unbelievable... You'd better be prepared!"

"Let's take a sip to calm down the shock!"

(End of this chapter)