Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 617 The British Don't Lie to the British ([-])

The prime minister put the wine glass in his hand back on the table, then stood up abruptly,
Spit spit out of his mouth and hit Fudge all over the face again.

Fudge turned sideways, avoiding the 'firepower' in front of the Prime Minister,
He carefully put the wine bottle and glass in his hand into the green dome hat, and then slowly persuaded,

"Prime Minister, I know it's not easy, but locking down London is necessary..."

The Prime Minister directly interrupted Fudge's speech, and he waved his hand fiercely in the air, as if he wanted to express his feelings more emphatically.

He said fiercely, "It's not easy?... It's not easy, it's impossible, it's impossible for anyone to do it."

"Do you know what a one-day lockdown would do to our country's reputation? How much it would cost the entire City of London? Even if I were still the real Prime Minister, I couldn't do it... Everyone would think I was crazy."

The Prime Minister strode up and down the room, and finally suggested to Fudge directly and firmly,

"You...still teach this mess to the next prime minister, I don't care."

"But let me remind you, no guy would be so stupid as to agree to such an outrageous request from you..."

"Who's the next Prime Minister going to be?" Fudge asked.

"How would I know?" The Prime Minister replied angrily, "However, it will be a week at the earliest... to reach a conclusion, and if it is later, it will take a month..."

"One month, that's no good, there's not that much time," said Fudge seriously.

"Sir, within this week at the latest, you will have to make a decision..." Fudge still persisted.

"What happened? Why did I block the whole of London!"

When the Prime Minister was extremely angry, he recovered his composure. He asked Fudge coldly what was the reason for making such a request.

Fudge hesitated at this time, he looked at the Prime Minister in front of him hesitantly, as if he didn't know whether he should tell the Muggle in front of him the real reason.

Finally, when the Prime Minister's patience was exhausted, Fudge finally opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Okay? Let me tell you, anyway, things are up to now... there is not much time left."

"According to the various things that happened one after another in London these days, we searched for historical events that have happened in history, and came to a terrible conclusion... that dark devil who can't even mention his name is performing a terrifying black magic ritual..."

"You have already said that," said the Prime Minister impatiently.

"It's a highly contagious curse..."

An unspeakable terror revealed in Fudge's expression.

"Wait! You mean contagious..."

Although the Prime Minister still didn't understand the meaning of Fudge's words, it was enough for him to think of...some things that happened in London recently.

The prime minister hurriedly returned to the table, flipped out the report that Berner had handed him, and examined it carefully.

This time, he dared not take it lightly.

"You mean... that epidemic that's going on in London, you're the ones who created it..."

"No, no, Prime Minister...you're mistaken, it's not an infectious disease, if it's just a disease, it's easy..."

Seeing the prime minister's bewildered expression, Fudge tried his best to explain what he said.

"Let's put it this way? You should know about the Black Death in the Middle Ages, right?"

"I'm not a fool?" said the Prime Minister angrily.

"...Originally, the Black Death was just an ordinary disease, but after going through some kind of evil black magic ceremony, or after a certain magic ceremony accidentally went wrong, some kind of strange changes occurred, and that disease became a fiercely spreading curse that has swept across Europe for nearly a hundred years and can't end..."

The Prime Minister opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

For a moment, he felt that his reason had been broken down, and his mind went blank.

"Let me think about it..."

"You mean to say that you guys are responsible for the most terrifying epidemic in the history of Europe, and now something similar is spreading in London..."

"Are you lying to me?"

Seeing the Prime Minister's extremely distrustful eyes, Fudge blushed and said,

"Sir, I'm not in the mood for such jokes right now."

"Many staff members of the Ministry of Magic have implemented my orders at a discount, and most of the people in the magic world have reached an unprecedented consensus. They are questioning my ability..."

"And this matter won't last long, what will happen to me at that time is not the most important thing... Our world will not collapse as the Dark Lord predicted, the most important thing..."

"I must tell you the seriousness of this matter."

The prime minister's knees gave way, and he sat down on the chair behind him.

He knocked weakly on the wooden table in front of him, trying to drive away this bad luck according to the customs of his hometown.

But when he looked up, he could still see Fudge's unlucky face.

The Prime Minister's heart was very heavy, and he had to find something to relieve this almost suffocating pressure.

He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the alcoholic drink that Fudge had poured him in one gulp.

It's surprisingly delicious!
The faint smell of alcohol fills the mouth, a variety of strange, indescribable fruit aromas linger on the tip of the tongue and continue to ferment, every olfactory cell on the tongue is broken down, and most importantly, after drinking...

The prime minister's mood was immediately relieved to a great extent.

For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was elected to the backbench for the first time, full of aggressiveness, power, and ambition for the future.

I feel that I should be born to hold power, change the world according to my own ideas, and leave a great reputation in history like Churchill.

The Prime Minister's thoughts began to become clearer than ever before,
——If the wizard in front of you, the so-called statement is true...

So now... what would be the best way to do it?
The prime minister had an answer in his mind instantly.

——And the most important thing now is that he must first understand what is going on with this matter.

Then the Prime Minister said,
"You can tell me the seriousness of this matter, and we will discuss the implementation plan again, or make a half discount and make some reasonable explanation so that the parliament can pass it."

Fudge was also happy to think that the prime minister finally understood the seriousness of the matter, but instead he comforted the prime minister and said,
"You don't have to worry too much. Our magic system has improved a lot compared to hundreds of years ago. Our therapists at [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic] are trying to treat those Muggles who have completely lost their minds. I believe we will get a good result soon."

"You still have to explain to me what this 'highly contagious curse' really means, how it is related to the new types of infectious diseases that are prevalent in our society now, and those missing Muggles..."

"What you mean is that I was kidnapped by you... You must explain all this clearly before I can take some corresponding measures." The Prime Minister continued to ask questions.

"Okay, okay..." Fudge made a bitter face, and explained, "Sir, first of all, you need to know that the contagious disease you Muggles refer to is actually the precursor, or the early symptoms, of that contagious curse."

"As for those Muggles who were locked up in the [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic], they have already entered the advanced stage of symptoms, and they are no longer suitable for staying in Muggle society..."

"What does it mean to be unfit to stay in our society?"

In the past, the Prime Minister would find these things difficult to understand, but now he has a general understanding of many things.

Fudge sighed, "Hey, let me make a comparison like this?... Do you know what the symptoms of the later stages of the Black Death look like in a person?"

The prime minister recalled with difficulty some of the knowledge he had given back to his middle school history teacher.

His complexion gradually became difficult to look at.

"Well, it seems that you have understood it, but for this new type of highly contagious curse, entering the late stage... Not only will the appearance of Muggles undergo unexpected and terrifying changes, their ability to infect this curse has been greatly enhanced, and they will become as terrifying as werewolves..."

"Wait!" The prime minister didn't know that it was him... It was the first time he said such a thing, and he asked Fudge in shock,

"The werewolves you're talking about are those... on the night of the full moon, they can turn into two-legged wild beasts, devils who kill people everywhere? And those who are scratched and bitten by those guys... also become their kind..."

"Is this kind of werewolf?"

The prime minister was about to faint. He didn't expect that such a disgusting and frightening monster would be real.

And now something similar to it is spreading throughout Greater London.

Fudge explained wearily: "It can also be said, but real werewolves don't eat people, they just don't have reason, they crazily hurt all life in front of them..."

This statement did not make the Prime Minister feel much relief.

"Wolfman?"

The Prime Minister murmured, he felt for the first time that after leaving office... Maybe he should think about moving out of the UK.

Judging from the current situation, this 'colleague' in front of me can be said to have done a very bad job of his own job.

Fudge saw that the Prime Minister seemed really a little frightened, and he felt bad.

So he said directly, "Prime Minister, don't worry about your safety."

"This is also the second thing I will do this time... We will send someone to protect you. If the Muggle Prime Minister is assassinated, or if the Imperius Curse is planted, then the Muggles will be in trouble."

The Prime Minister suddenly woke up.

"I don't need the protection of wizards. I am satisfied with the existing security measures. My security personnel will protect..."

He repeatedly said so emphatically.

Fudge interrupted the Prime Minister, "No, Prime Minister! You still don't understand the seriousness of the matter, even if the Dark Lord and his Death Eater henchmen didn't directly attack you here."

"If only the current outbreak of the contagious curse is enough to paralyze your government departments and put your situation into an irreversible situation, the Muggle guards can't deal with those monsters who have fallen into the late contagious curse..."

"What do the late stage symptoms look like. I read this report...but I didn't see what you said..."

For the first time here, Fudge smiled.

He stared at the Prime Minister and said, "Sir, now London is still able to maintain basic stability. Who do you think is due to the efforts of... It is the staff of our Ministry of Magic, who are working day and night... to search for those Muggles who have fully entered the late stage symptoms, and send them to [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic]..."

"As for the later symptoms, if you really want to experience it, it's easy..."

Fudge swung his wand, and a light shot directly from the tip of the wand.

In the sky above this office, like a movie screen, various lights and shadows are lit up,
The first to appear was a figure in a green robe, who was also wielding small short spears.

This man is like a conductor,
Above what looks like an anatomy table, waving a wand...

Firmly fix this roaring monster.

Although the figure displayed in the room covered half of the picture, the Prime Minister could also see the monster trapped on the anatomy table. Although there was still a little human figure, it was completely inhuman.

The exposed part of the body surface of 'it' is covered with some kind of gray-black blood vessels. The monster's whole skin is wrinkled and squeezed on the bones. The fingers are nearly twice the length of ordinary people, and they have long and sharp nails like wild animals...

However, it can also be seen from his London police uniform that he is indeed a Muggle in Fudge's mouth, that is, a normal person exactly like the Prime Minister.

The figure in the picture is cold-blooded and merciless, peeling off the flesh and skin of this monster with a magic wand.

Then he said coldly, without the slightest emotional conclusion.

"Strike resistance...similar to dragon skin..."

"There is a weaker paralyzing toxin..."

"Without reason, but with a hunting instinct similar to that of a wild beast..."

"The structure of the human body is similar to that of a normal person, but the bone density and muscle tissue are much stronger than the average person, similar to a werewolf..."

"It's true that there is some kind of magical mixed condensed state in the body..."

"The curse spreads, and it will cause many mutations in each individual Muggle..."

"Conclusion—this highly contagious curse is even more terrifying than the Black Death hundreds of years ago..."

Before the voice in the words fell, Fudge waved his wand to cancel the scene.

However, in the last picture, after the figure that had been blocking the picture walked away, a terrifying image of a monster was revealed...

Half of its jaw has been smashed, and a big hole has been broken. No matter how you say it, it doesn't look like a life that can survive...

But it was screaming 'lively and alive', and it was not disturbed by such a serious injury at all.

This picture suddenly appeared in front of the Prime Minister,
He was so frightened that he kicked his legs and stepped back, almost knocking the chair and himself down to the ground.

(End of this chapter)