Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 229 Minister and Prime Minister

The Prime Minister, too, listened absently to Cornelius Fudge telling stories he didn't understand.

From some wacky wizarding school 'Hogwarts' to 'giant plants for Halloween'... to Nicole Flamel...

"Nicole Flamel!?"

The Prime Minister screamed, and he finally recovered from the whiskey glass that was automatically filled. This name was the only word he could remember.

He has a deep-rooted problem, or a habit... Even if it is a topic that he doesn't understand, he has to pull out something to appear to be omniscient... and usually has his own subordinates who are troubled by the Prime Minister to perfect the problems in his words, or give him hints.

But now...he could only search for the clues that flashed out of nowhere in his mind.

However, Cornelius Fudge was obviously not his usual subordinates,

He smiled (this was the first time he smiled in this room), "It seems that the legend of Nicole Flamel's creation of gold is still circulating in your Muggle world! I said that his method of feigning death was too crude, and the Muggles could find out the clue... This old stubborn actually doesn't want to see me this time."

"Nicole Flamel...you...you...is he real!" The Prime Minister was very excited, and he finally remembered what this person represented.

Thanks to the young and beautiful female professor of history that I met when I was studying at Oxford College... She told the prime minister the name and his legendary story in Europe... Although the prime minister majored in law at the time...

Well!Now is not the time to think about it.

The prime minister quickly removed the indescribable images in his mind, and returned to the old stubbornness that Fudge said.

——Sir Nicole Flamel, who was said to have created the Philosopher's Stone and the elixir of life 400 years ago.

The Prime Minister took a deep breath and said again, "Fudge, are you referring to the legendary Sir Nicole Flamel?...Did he really live for hundreds of years?"

"Yeah, alive," said Fudge, "probably outlived the two of us..."

"Although there are rumors that the Philosopher's Stone that can make the elixir of life has been destroyed in the [Quelinas Quirrell's Headless Golden Statue] incident last year..."

"But such rumors spread every 100 years or so... Others don't know, but the Ministry of Magic clearly remembers these things... Do he and Dumbledore really think I'm stupid? I don't believe their nonsense at all..."

It was a shock to see the prime minister being stunned by Nicolas Flamel's immortality.

Cornelius Fudge waited a moment before interrupting the Prime Minister's thoughts.

"Prime Minister! I think we'd better get back to our subject! . . . I said where, oh, yes . . . Then there's what happened in London."

Fudge talked back and forth for half an hour.

Much of it was the constant whining about the chaos caused by his terrible subordinate, the reporter, and the Ministry of Magic Aurors from other countries.

Listening to the chatter of the wizard in front of him, the Prime Minister even felt a little sympathetic to this guy.

Although I can't take out a wooden stick to turn a teacup into a mouse toad, nor can I make gold and live forever, but at least I don't have to face these messy things.

Those Aurors from other countries... let the guy in front of him lose face...

If he can't solve the crisis in front of him well, the prime minister thinks that Fudge's ministerial position may be coming to an end.

Compared with this guy, his responsibility for fulfilling the position of prime minister is undoubtedly qualified.

At least he didn't ask the Yankee, the Frenchman, to send his agents to his own government.

Just can't imagine the possibility.

After complaining, Cornelius Fudge continued, "Fortunately, this matter has been dealt with, and the Aurors of those other countries have been sent back to their own countries... But the problem now is that we are in an invisible war, Prime Minister... not only for our world, but also for your Muggle world..."

"I'm here this time to tell you...not just me, but you...We must take measures to contain what will happen next!"

"war!?"

The prime minister doesn't like this word, although he also yearned for the reputation left in history like Churchill and Roosevelt.

But these two words mean polls, a decline in approval ratings, and the disappearance of the next general election... In this era, no public will really welcome the arrival of these two words.

He asked Fudge uneasily, "Isn't that an exaggeration!?"

"No, no!" Cornelius Fudge shook his head, with a dejected expression on his face, "Do you think I want to say this? Not only Dumbledore... but also other colleagues from the Ministry of Magic, and even those wizards from the International Federation of Magic think so..."

"The last time there was a war in the British wizarding world was when the mysterious man 12 years ago..."

"Even in the Muggle world he committed bloody crimes..."

When the term "mysterious man" was said, Cornelius Fudge paused for a moment, shivered, he swallowed and spit, then picked up the wine glass and poured a large glass of whiskey into his stomach continuously like drinking water.

"Of course, you don't even know the mysterious man... that devil who can't even mention his name!"

After Fudge finished drinking, he seemed to have the courage to start talking about everything again.

From here on, the Prime Minister began to wonder again, "Mysterious man? In your world... the war 12 years ago?"

The prime minister suddenly remembered 12 years ago,

——Isn’t that just when I entered the political arena not long ago?

That was the first time he was elected, although he was only a backbench member of the opposition party.

But he made himself a political star by attacking the incumbent prime minister's inability to stem soaring crime in the country.Then after a series of operations, enough political capital was earned.

And it was from that time that he began to rise steadily in the party...so much so that he laid the foundation for being elected as the prime minister now.

According to Cornelius Fudge... what happened 12 years ago was not caused by the Prime Minister's incompetence... but a madman and a murderer in the wizarding world!
--how is this possible! ?
So will this happen now?
The prime minister can't imagine it!
He now understands why the former Prime Minister 12 years ago said to reporters with a helpless and tired face, "It's not my fault,...you don't understand!"

At the beginning, this sentence became the most popular joke in the political arena at that time.

Now it seems... they really didn't understand at the beginning.

Could it be that the same situation would have happened to him back then?
The prime minister can't believe that he will become a laughing stock in the eyes of the public like the former prime minister, and he will also become an incompetent and ousted prime minister.

"So today's... this incident was done by that devil who didn't even hear his name 12 years ago!"

After Fudge finished telling the story that sounded extremely absurd, he heard the Prime Minister say this...

The thought of the possibility, even with a swig of whiskey, gave him a shudder, he said hastily.

"No, of course not!"

"How can you think so?"

"This is just caused by some new dark wizards, some violent wizard gangs who are dissatisfied with reality..."

As Fudge said, he felt that the haste to explain... seemed to reveal his weakness a bit.

"Why is it a bit cold!"

With a mocking wave of his wand, he shot a ball of flame and lit the fireplace.

The fire flickered and flickered, reflecting the silent faces of the two people flickering.

Even if the Prime Minister did not know any mind-reading magic, he could still see the powerlessness and timidity of the Cornelius Fudge in front of him in the face of that person twelve years ago. He even refused to say the name of that person directly, and told the Prime Minister by writing.

The name of a terrorist, a criminal.

— What an incompetent politician!

The prime minister has always been a little weak towards the wizard in front of him, but now he not only sympathizes with him, but even despises the guy in front of him. As the supreme ruler of a power organization, how can he be compromised by a criminal, terrorist, rebel, or even afraid and timid.

After deliberately coughing twice, the Prime Minister organized his words, and then said to Cornelius Fudge, "Since we are in the middle of a war now...won't this kind of thing happen again?"

"Your questions won't involve our world, will they?"

Obviously... Fudge looked very ugly, he hesitated and refused to give the Prime Minister a satisfactory answer.

After being repeatedly questioned by the Prime Minister, Fudge blushed and said, "I can't control the thoughts of those lunatics. Don't you Muggles often have these lunatics? For example, that Hilal... the great war launched in the last century also caused great damage to our wizarding world..."

It took the Prime Minister a long time to realize that he was talking about Hitler.

After the two were annoyed for half a day,
The Prime Minister felt that this was not the solution, so he took out two cigars from his pocket and handed one to Fudge.

"Cuban! Good stuff... this is from Yankee..."

Although the Prime Minister felt that Cornelius Fudge should not understand the value of this thing.

When the Prime Minister was young, he always thought that cigars would have a kind of British romance (the romance of Churchill smoking a cigar to decide the outcome of World War II)... Of course now he knows that this is just an idea implanted in tobacco company advertisements.

But lighting a cigar would calm him down quickly.

After taking a sip, the Prime Minister put it in his hand, watched the red dots flashing in the dimly lit house, and after a moment of contemplation, he said to Fudge, "I think, you came here tonight not just to inform me... of the bad things that will happen! What else... Let's talk about it together!"

"Well..." Fudge cleared his throat, "First we need to discuss your safety!"

"I'm happy with my security measures... There are guards all around, agents keep me safe, I don't need protection from another world..."

The prime minister's voice lowered, and he thought that the wizard in front of him had emerged from a fireplace.

"No!"

Fudge directly rejected the Prime Minister, and he said firmly, "Although it is unlikely, we will arrange an Auror to protect you... The Prime Minister has been hit by the [Imperius Curse], which will cause us a lot of trouble..."

"You are being manipulated by other wizards...will expose our world..."

The Prime Minister felt he had been hugely insulted, and he roared, "No one will believe what I say... If I say that, I will step down tomorrow, and there will be a bunch of people checking whether I have lost my mind due to stress..."

"Besides, I don't need anyone watching my every move..."

Fudge said distressedly, "Don't worry, we've temporarily replaced your driver with [Potion Potion]..."

"What, what have you done to Jimmy (the Prime Minister's driver)?" the Prime Minister growled sternly.

"It's nothing, your driver is enjoying a vacation on a sunny beach in Brazil. He just lost some hair, and his memory was modified once, of course this is only temporary... When we catch those criminals, everything will be back to normal."

"Now... as long as you are in this building, no one can cast spells on you... This place was previously protected by the Ministry of Magic. It is difficult for ordinary wizards to cast spells here. They cannot apparate and suddenly appear in this room... and remember to stay with the driver, Jimmy, when you go out!"

Fudge started saying things the Prime Minister couldn't understand again.

Fudge continued, "And during the willow catkin incident that filled half of London, it is very likely that there will be some photographs taken, some images and other things...Although we will still collect these things, and then send amnestics to modify the memories of those Muggles who saw this kind of video, but there will definitely be omissions. We will spread some rumors and so on. You don't have to worry about it!"

"What rumors!" The Prime Minister raised his vigilance.

Fudge smiled mockingly, "This was first invented by the United States Ministry of Magic... I have to say... It's really funny, you Muggles just believe it"

"Aliens... UFOs or something..."

The prime minister's eyes almost fell out.

"Oh, that's it! I'm a busy man . . . have to go!"

After saying this, he stood up and walked to the fireplace, and began to rummage in his pockets for something.

The Prime Minister stared at him for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back a certain sentence that he had endured all night, "For God's sake...you are a wizard and a minister of the wizarding world, can't you hurry up and end all this and catch them?"

"Like using some kind of magic..."

Fudge was stunned, looked at the minister, then bent down and laughed, "The problem is...they can also use magic, and what's different from Muggles...in the world of magic, one plus one doesn't equal two, and the power of magic can only be greater or smaller...If they are good at hiding, it will be difficult for us to find it!"

"And magic is not omnipotent!"

He laughed like this, not expecting that his yellow-green bowler hat had fallen off, revealing some strange hairstyle. (Circle a little bit, like a dog chewing)
Apparently, this just proved in front of the Prime Minister what he just said, not even magic can save bad hair and baldness!

Cornelius Fudge put his hat back on stiffly, turned his back on the minister and sprinkled the mysterious powder that turned the flames green, then stepped into the fireplace and disappeared.

It's a pity that after all this... this scene in the prime minister's heart no longer had the feeling of mystery that he had before.

(End of this chapter)