Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 616 The British Don't Lie to the British ([-])

Just as the prime minister was thinking this way, he suddenly realized that he would be able to throw such a lot of mess to the next prime minister in a short time.

It would be even better if it was Johnson.

That idiot must be scared to death by all this.

Thinking about it this way, the Prime Minister actually found that Fudge in front of him had become a little more amiable.

Shaking the Prime Minister's hand, he became cheerful.

He greeted Fudge very warmly, let him sit on a chair in front of his desk, and asked Fudge why he came here for the first time.

"What's the matter? If I can still help, I will try to help..."

(it makes me happy to say it, it's not my mess anyway)

After all, the Prime Minister directly explained his current situation to Fudge,
He said...he is now just a prime minister who is in charge of the cabinet, and he doesn't have much power anymore. Maybe he will have to leave here in despair after all the dust settles.

"If you have some important things to do on your behalf, why don't you wait for the next Prime Minister to be elected...and leave it to him?"

For the first time, the prime minister felt so happy about losing his power.

Fudge obviously did not expect such a situation.

His eyes were dull, he pulled the chair and sat down heavily,

Tiredly, he put the green bowler hat... on his lap.

Fudge grabbed what little hair he had left, and muttered,

"Why... like this, when did this happen. You seem to be more unlucky than me..."

Although Fudge knows that the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government are two completely different governing bodies, but the attribution of power will always be the same, and no one will voluntarily let go of that bit of power.

Although the Prime Minister was very open-minded, Fudge could still see his unwillingness.

After the Prime Minister clarified the matter, he relieved the burden in his heart.

Coupled with Fudge's current look of depression and despair, this allowed the Prime Minister to establish a certain psychological advantage over Fudge,
Even a little empathy.

So, he asked Cornelius Fudge quite curiously, "If you are not in a hurry, you can tell me about your important matters... If it is not too serious, I can also ask some departments to cooperate with you..."

"After all, I am now... still the most powerful person in this country."

A good mood needs to be compared. Seeing Fudge's depressed appearance, the Prime Minister said very easily.

Of course, he just wanted to see what these omnipotent wizards would be stumped by.
These guys with their nostrils looking up at people, also have today...

The Prime Minister thought with great relief.

"Ugh--"

Fudge rubbed his face tiredly, forced himself to cheer up, and then looked at the prime minister sadly, "Speaking of which, these things are related to you..."

"I should have talked to you about these things earlier..."

"Actually [Daily Prophet] has already reported in advance that I am looking for you... But because the Ministry of Magic is too busy, I have not been able to find time to discuss it with you until now. Now it is happening in London..."

Although I don’t know what [Daily Prophet] is, the Prime Minister has already thought of something,
He interrupted Fudge bluntly and asked angrily,

"God, you...you...could it be said that what happened in London these days has something to do with you?"

"That's right, that's right, it's like this. I'm talking about those black rat swarms running wild in the middle of the night, withered trees, dead fish floating on the blood river... Who else can cause these abnormal phenomena except you guys."

The more the Prime Minister talked, the more annoyed he became, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, spit and stars were flying all over the sky.

He scolded Cornelius Fudge.

"Calm down, Mr. Calm down!"

Fudge also stared at the Prime Minister and exclaimed loudly.

He drew out his wand.

Seeing that slender stick, the Prime Minister had to suppress his anger.

After all, there are lessons learned from the past, his assistant Berner (the petrified 'statue') is still placed in the corner of this office.

"Well, well, sir... I understand your pain, it's not your fault."

"But it's not our...or my fault."

"I've tried my best." Fudge said painfully, and then he waved his wand to completely wipe away the spittle on his face, and then moved the chair a little away from the Prime Minister.

"Do your best..."

The prime minister snorted coldly. He remembered that he was embarrassed because of what these guys had done. Even now that he stepped down directly, he could not stop his evil fire.

"Sir, I can tell you that the trouble I have encountered is bigger than you imagined. You can't imagine the big trouble..."

Although Cornelius Fudge asked the Muggle Prime Minister, he lowered his posture very low, and spoke with unprecedented politeness, but the smell of his nostrils turned into the sky... still couldn't be eliminated.

He simply coaxed the prime minister like a child.

"What's the trouble, I can't get rid of it with your little magic wand..."

The Prime Minister sneered, he didn't have the feeling of sympathy for Fudge's situation just now.

His heart was burning with anger now, obviously he couldn't cooperate with Fudge.

Fudge knew that he had to explain now, try to redeem it as much as possible, otherwise, the Muggle in front of his next request would definitely be obedient.

And now the Ministry of Magic, or he himself urgently needs the Prime Minister...or the cooperation of his Muggle government departments to take a series of actions in London to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.

"Sir, listen to me..."

"Believe me, what's happening in London now is just a small scene..."

"Small scene! Look at what our world is like. Now that some people are preaching that the end is coming, what could be more serious than this. Could it be that the end will really come...is it called a big scene?" The Prime Minister retorted bluntly.

"Almost, really...compared to Doomsday, almost..."

"what!"

Fudge took a deep breath and said, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back, the devil who can't even mention his name is back..."

"Come back? You said he's back..."

The Prime Minister recalled his last conversation with Fudge,
"You mean by him... the number one terrorist in your world, the guy who is like the number one in the IRA...is he still alive?"

In Fudge's last description to the Prime Minister, this Dark Lord is omnipotent, far more powerful than other wizards, and he is extremely hostile to Muggles (ordinary people who don't know magic), and has committed countless heinous crimes against the two worlds....

Although the Prime Minister still couldn't understand how terrible the Dark Lord was to the wizarding world, he saw that Fudge, who was roughly the same as himself, would be so afraid of another wizard.

This would also allow him to roughly guess the horror of the Dark Lord.

"What is the IRA..."

Fudge couldn't understand the words spoken by the Prime Minister, then he shook his head and decided to talk about the matter at his own pace,

"Forget it, let me just say it directly... The Dark Lord has always been alive, according to Dumbledore's explanation... He lost his body and lived in a state of soul, shadow, steam, or dark magic power..."

"He will continue to survive like this until he finds a way to eliminate him."

"I guess Dumbledore must know what's going on, but he just doesn't want to explain to me what's going on? It's better to use a retired crazy old man and a little lunatic who hasn't graduated to deal with the mysterious man alone than to tell the truth to me and the Ministry of Magic..."

"All in all, the Prime Minister... the Dark Lord who can't even mention his name... has come back to life, and has a movable body to cast spells..."

He couldn't understand the change of prime minister this time.

He thought about the meaning of Fudge's words, and then tried his best to bring the topic back to the track he knew, so that the two could continue talking.

"Then... these signs and abnormal phenomena that happened in London are... the phenomenon caused by that guy's resurrection ceremony?"

The Prime Minister tried his best to put his own experience and cognitive framework into what Fudge said,
According to his understanding, Voldemort is a devil crawling out of the abyss of hell.

The resurrection of such a devil will naturally cause a series of abnormalities.

And just like the description in religious books about Judgment Day, when the devil came to the world,
The prime minister thought so.

"No, no no no—" Fudge quickly vetoed distractedly. He turned his bowler hat upside down, then reached into the hat with his other hand and took out an amber bottle without any label.

Its style is old-fashioned, and it looks like it has been around for a while.

"That's not true, Prime Minister. I can tell you for sure... that Dark Lord who can't even be named has long since been resurrected. He attacked the Ministry of Magic, where I work, towards the end of August..."

"Although there were only three and a half eyewitnesses, it can really be proved that the Dark Lord did it..."

"But those three and a half guys... don't have any credibility for me... Dumbledore, a little wizard, and the other one is crazy, let's not mention the last one..."

"Anyway, at that time, I still had some fluke thoughts, thinking that the Dark Lord might not have returned..."

"But now, there are more and more evidences that the Dark Lord has indeed returned, and he is hiding in the shadows of London, preparing his evil plan..."

"But now these phenomena in London are just appetizers in a series of plans by the Dark Lord whose name cannot be mentioned... The real horrors have not yet begun..."

While talking, Fudge took out two goblets, uncorked the wine bottles with a bang, and poured half a glass for himself and the Prime Minister.

The prime minister held up his wine glass, and he looked at the liquid inside...from bright red to blue-green, then to golden yellow...and finally to a completely transparent liquid, exuding a strange and special fragrance.

There is a little volatile smell of alcohol, but the rest of the prime minister is really indistinguishable.

Although the prime minister was curious about what kind of wine it was, his attention was still more focused on the story Fudge told.

He put the wine glass flat on his lap, stared at Fudge closely, and asked, "What horror?"

"I don't know what will happen? But according to the speculation of our Ministry of Magic staff, the Dark Lord is probably going to launch a huge-scale magical attack in London to attack Muggles, so as to tear up the [Muggle Secrecy Act] that the wizarding world has always abided by..."

Seeing that the Prime Minister still didn't understand, Fudge drank half of the wine in the glass in one gulp, let out a long breath, and said in a very hasty manner, "Sir, that guy wants to start a war... a head-on collision between our world and your world, allowing wizards and Muggles to choose sides... Let the two sides fight and fight, and from this chaos... he seeks more rights and realizes his dirty and bloody purpose... to rule the world."

"War? Us...and you..."

"Aren't you exaggerating too much?" The Prime Minister looked at the phone on his desk, although he was a little scared and couldn't even understand what these wizards' magic could do to him.

But the power of the nuclear bomb still reassures him.

Otherwise, these wizards would not hide from the world for no reason and isolate themselves from the normal world. The wizards must know that they cannot defeat normal people like them, so they did this.

war?

For the whole of Britain... the real horror is to compete with a big brother like the Soviet Union.

'Wizards at war with the normal world?It's just wishful thinking of these guys'

Now it is not wizards who occupy the dominant position in the world on the surface of the planet, but them... the vast majority of ordinary human beings who do not know magic.

Even if some are afraid of Fudge's magic, they don't understand the power of the wizarding world that has always been hidden in the shadows.

But the Prime Minister still made such a judgment.

Fudge obviously didn't think his statement was exaggerated, he stared at the Prime Minister, as if he wanted to know what the guy in front of him was thinking.

It's a pity that his [Installation] is really not very good.

"Mr. Prime Minister, this is not an exaggeration at all. You can't imagine how terrifying the Dark Lord is. As I said earlier, he cannot be killed. Many wizards in our Ministry of Magic have tried it many times. He will always recover and take cruel revenge on every wizard who disobeys him."

"The unnameable demon preaches fear and violence...he will destroy all the foundations of stability in our world."

"What's more..." Fudge drank the wine in one gulp, then took a long breath, and said heavily, "What's more, what happened in London undoubtedly shows that he is performing some more terrifying and ancient black magic rituals..."

"Originally, I wasn't too worried, but now the world has begun to change..." After taking a deep breath of worry, Fudge continued,
"The Dark Lord is not a guy who hides. He disappeared and hid in London... There must be some kind of conspiracy, planning something terrible..."

Fudge said in an exaggerated and peculiar tone.

"Anyway, I'm here this time, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, to request the Muggle Prime Minister to issue an order to block the entire territory of London..."

Fudge changed the subject and directly stated the purpose of his trip.

"What?" the Prime Minister roared, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"You are crazy!"

(End of this chapter)