The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"You may not believe it, but in fact it is like this... At that time, the road suddenly collapsed. I thought I was going to die, but a dozen cars suddenly floated up!"

"Coincidentally, my relative in the west was sleeping on the bed, and when he woke up the next day, he was on another street, and his original house was overturned..."

In a bar, several Muggles were talking about the 'strange things' they had encountered during this period of time.

And all of this, apart from the Prime Minister, even Rufus Scrimgeour didn't know why... In fact, he was also troubled by the fact that a large number of wizards ran into Muggle society.

Even though he appealed repeatedly to follow the arrangements of the Ministry of Magic, the group of wizards in Diagon Alley didn't take him seriously at all.

"So, the ones who reduced a large number of casualties are all those wizards who happened to pass by?" John crossed his legs, sitting in a closed room and talking, "Tell the media first...those are secret government personnel... .”

This is a good opportunity to recruit wizards, which is conducive to accelerating the 'joint plan'.

The little wizards recommended by Cyrus and Hermione alone are still a bit small, but they are all very close and curious about the society of ordinary people.

This completely airtight safe house was arranged by the Special Operations Department, that is, the Homeland Strategy Bureau, and strict anti-apparition spells and concealment spells were set up, and this call can be forwarded to any unit.

While watching the reports on TV, John considered London's defenses.

"The portrait of the frog-like man with the long silver wig spoke..." the listener said, "He said: 'To the Muggle Prime Minister, request a meeting' from the new Minister for Magic"

"Okay, okay, okay." The prime minister's rare good mood was interrupted again.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion in Downing Street, the flames in the grate suddenly exploded and turned emerald green. A wizard emerged from the flames. He walked to the antique carpet, but found no one there.

Oh, and he's greeted only by a cat guard named Humphrey.

Scrimgeour brushed off the ashes from his body, sat on the chair and waited for a while, then walked back and forth distractedly, looking at the cat nervously, even wondering if it was a shapeshifter.

"Hello~" The Prime Minister pushed the door open, showing no sign of fear towards this wizard he had never seen before.

"It's a little urgent..." Scrimgeour frowned, a little blaming the prime minister for his negligence, but seeing the other party stretch out his hand, he shook it hastily, and then drew out his wand, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

He went to the door and tapped the lock with his wand.

"I hope you don't lock the door." The Prime Minister looked at his posture and a series of actions after entering the door, and quickly analyzed the other party.

Tough attitude, sharp nerves, quick strides, but not calm, but compared to Fudge, Prime Minister John can guess why the Ministry of Magic wants Scrimgeour to be their leader instead of Fudge.

"I don't want to be disturbed...or watched" He pointed impatiently at the window and drew the curtains.

From the moment he came in, he could always notice countless pairs of eyes staring at him from the window. Although Scrimgeour could understand it, the wizard's superior attitude still displeased him a little.

John didn't say anything, just took out a self-defense pistol from the drawer.

It was loaded in Rufus Scrimgeour's face, and then slapped hard on the table, where the right hand was always within reach.

"So let's be honest, I don't have any trust in your Ministry of Magic..."

"Heh~ It's exactly what Fudge said." He looked at the Muggle small arms with disdain in his eyes, "Okay, I'm a busy man, so let's cut to the chase...First of all, regarding the recent escape of wizards, I hope you can help”

It started again, the traditional attitude of the Minister of Magic.

He is clearly the arrival, but he is wearing the face of a 'master'.

After going through big and small things, the Strategic Homeland Bureau developed with Cyrus and Hermione on the surface, and the Prime Minister who promoted the "union" with Dumbledore secretly has long looked down on everything.

"Speaking of which, I still need to thank them... If it weren't for those ordinary wizards, I'm afraid I will be responsible for the mess of your Ministry of Magic..."

"You mean, the Ministry of Magic's Aurors are incompetent?!"

Scrimgeour was livid with rage, and his neck was stalked. With his tea-brown hair and eyebrows, he looked like an angry lion. The Prime Minister looked at him silently, and touched the handle of the gun with his right hand.

The two of them stared at each other silently, making the man in the portrait shrink to only his head...

The Prime Minister didn't back down, and it was only at the end that Scrimgeour was sure...the other party didn't want to provide any help in this matter at all, indeed, it was the Death Eaters who made it up.

If it wasn't for the wizard passing by, the royal family's opponents would probably have become even more arrogant.

"Whether it's due to the law, or Muggle panic, I think...it's better to follow the tradition..."

"Erase memory?" The Prime Minister raised his gun, pointing the black barrel at Scrimgeour, "I think those 'traditions' should be approved by me...I don't care about the past, I only care about the present and the future!"

"You don't understand what the magic world is like now!"

"No, on the contrary, I understand very well... It is your incompetence that made ordinary people pay the price with their lives." The Prime Minister interrupted him with a cold face, "If you dare to move a finger of the people, then Like Voldemort... declare war!"

Maybe it was ignorance, Scrimgeour watched him say the name indifferently, and his slightly lame leg trembled.

His temple throbbed a little, but he held it back.

"One last thing... we need to talk about your safety"

The Prime Minister straightened his waist and replied solemnly: "No, thank you, I am very satisfied with my safety"

"But I don't think so~" Scrimgeour nodded slightly, and said arrogantly and affirmatively, "If the Prime Minister is under the Imperius Curse, Muggles will be in bad luck. I'm afraid those two little wizards who are close to you, There is no way to protect yourself”

"Really? So sure?"

The new minister standing opposite him is not as smart as he looks~

On the contrary, like those government officials and that Fudge, he thought he could arrange everything, and wizards could easily solve everything that Muggles could not.

"Do you believe it? Once my gun is fired, you won't be able to get out." Seeing him confused, the Prime Minister explained, "The entire Prime Minister's Office has anti-what... anti-apparition magic, even if I die , there is also a backup plan..."

His toughness was beyond Scrimgeour's expectations.

Maybe the new minister is the kind of person who will shrink back as long as he sees that he is tougher than himself.

'Damn it...I really hate this kind of reckless wizard' For the first time, Scrimgeour was a little annoyed at the two little wizards he usually praised, and at the same time made his well-prepared words invalid.

"Dear Mr. Minister, I am the Prime Minister~"

As an international figure, he has to face accusations from the opposition at any time, so he is looked down upon. Is it because the wizard's mind is not normal?

"Then I will leave my words here. No matter what the public thinks, I firmly oppose all the handling of your Ministry of Magic. Besides...my soldiers will go to the Ministry of Magic again~"

The Prime Minister turned and drew back the curtains to look at the unseasonable mist in the middle of the night.

Tell him the truth, for John, the "Secrecy Act" is also a fart!

Whether out of plans for the future or out of distrust of those in London, he would tear the Statute of Secrecy to pieces.

Through the fog, John saw the other end, which was the gate of the new era.