Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Britain during this time is particularly weird, there is no heat, you can't even see the sun very much, and there is cold fog everywhere.It is the so-called greenhouse effect that the experts are clamoring all day long to change the North Atlantic warm current. Of course, in fact, this kind of climate does not have much impact on life other than confusing people. On the contrary, this coming summer is obviously very easy to live. If there is no Surprisingly, most households this year do not need to turn on the air conditioner, and even the electricity bill can be saved a lot.

It's a gorgeous office, in Downing Street, of course.A fireplace made of fine marble faces the sliding windows, shutting out the unseasonable cold.The secretary kept making phone calls one after another outside the door, and the atmosphere in the room was not very good. The piles of reports made the Prime Minister and several ministers frown.

About half an hour ago, a place in the center of London suddenly trembled violently. Almost all the windows of the surrounding buildings were shattered, and countless cracks began to appear on the ground. First, terrible flames burst out from inside, and then they froze instantly. The cold ice, all these changes are very slow, the screaming people fled there when the ground shook abnormally, although there were no reports of casualties, but the surrounding ground and even the buildings have sunk down for a whole year. The sloping houses and signs caused a lot of panic, because it was not far from the city center, and the government couldn't hide it even if it wanted to.Coupled with this year's weird weather and persistent fog, people of various religions have preached the last days and salvation on the streets.

"If it lasts for another two hours, the public's doubts will turn into panic! Who will be responsible then?"

"The geological experts have gone..."

"I don't need to listen to such an explanation, there is no forecast, no sign, I can't understand where so many pounds of technology projects are spent every year, people will only say that the cabinet is incompetent, the government is incompetent, not that the experts are incompetent, and recently This damn weather for a month has made people feel irritable and uncomfortable..."

"Cough cough!"

Just when the prime minister couldn't hold back his anger and pounded on the table, a particularly abrupt cough broke in. All the cabinet officials in the office turned their heads in surprise, and the prime minister seemed even angrier, as if he was going to growl to see who was not long. The winking subordinate is still alive and dead at this time.

"Cough cough!"

The officials searched the room for the source of the sound in surprise, but the Prime Minister was stunned. He didn't need a mirror to know that his face turned extremely pale in an instant—he recognized this cough and heard it before.

He almost swallowed his saliva hard, turned his neck very stiffly, he hesitated, he didn't know what excuse to use to get the ministers and generals in the office to leave quickly, but at this time a resolute voice did not wait for him at all. Be prepared to appear suddenly, and all the important officials in the upper echelons of the British government who are in charge of the government are all dumbfounded looking at a small and dirty oil painting hanging in the corner of the room. The man with the wig, short and ugly, and wearing a green coat that looked like he was dressed before the industrial revolution was solemnly reading a statement: "To the Muggle Prime Minister: We need an urgent meeting, please reply quickly. Sincerely, Fudge."

The man in the portrait looked eagerly at the prime minister.

"Uh," the prime minister didn't know why he hadn't fainted yet, and faced all his subordinates with an expression of "I'm joking, why do we have such advanced projection technology and recording equipment, but what does all this mean?" Angry and incoherent, he said, "I don't have time right now... You are always in the middle of the night... Listen, it's daytime. There are many people here, and I have important things to do. Countless people are waiting for the government's answer..."

The more he explained, the more confusing the matter became, and the weirder the ministers and generals looked at him.

Damn!

"Repeat, urgent business!" The portrait said immediately, "Minister Fudge can only wait for you for three minutes at most."

The Prime Minister felt that his heart was sinking into the English Channel. At this time, he would not forcefully order his subordinates to go out. Just by looking at those wonderful faces, he knew that he would drive them all out. This weird thing might happen. What it was said to be, and that kind of result was not what he was happy to see.

But his Chancellor of the Exchequer had a blue face, and his fat body was crumbling. Yes, he just won the election. He stood in this office and met the so-called Minister of Magic in such a strange way. After that, he thought it was a hallucination like crazy. , trying in vain to remove all reminders of the incident, he had his private secretary take down the portrait of the ugly man.But the portrait didn't move at all.After several carpenters, a builder, an art historian and the chancellor all failed to get it off the wall, the prime minister finally gave up on the effort.And this weird portrait has obviously become a mystery in the mind of the Chancellor of the Exchequer. He must have noticed it from time to time. The Prime Minister caught a glimpse of the man in the oil painting yawning and scratching his nose from the corner of his eye, or walked out of the painting once or twice. out.

"Please reply to Minister Fudge quickly."

"Oh... well," the Prime Minister has never understood this point, and every time he said that he would meet, but it was useless for him to refuse sternly, and he still had to meet in the end. Why waste time on such nonsense?With his hands on his forehead, he said weakly, "I see Fudge."

"My lord, this portrait—"

Why can't he talk, damn he doesn't know!

There was an explosion that sounded like air tearing, causing the Prime Minister who was staring at the fireplace to turn his head in surprise, only to see a figure suddenly appearing in the center of the room, and the standing ministers and generals had already stepped back several steps in all directions in horror. A grumpy and tough old admiral picked up an ashtray on the coffee table and was about to throw it at it. The Prime Minister couldn't help but stop crying.

Cornelius Fudge seemed to have escaped from the scene of a fire, with messy hair covered with scorched paper and other things, half of his bow tie was missing, and his walking stick and gray-green bowler hat, which he always kept on his body, were also missing. I don't know where he went, his face is black and white, and the pinstriped cloak and coat are torn into several large holes, which are torn out of shape. As soon as he appeared, he shook his head nervously, strode towards the Prime Minister and stretched out his hand : "Ah, Mr. Prime Minister, I am so happy to meet you, I am so happy!"

The corners of the Prime Minister's mouth twitched, and he watched Fudge in a daze, so excited that he even burst into tears, washing the dirt and black ash on his face even more weirdly.

"You don't know how happy I am!" Fudge pulled a pretty tea towel off the sofa and wiped his face.

"You once said you'd basically never show up again during my tenure, but what about the fact? You came out of the fireplace two years ago soaking wet, watering my carpet, and snarling about a me A prisoner I’ve never heard of before, what’s his name Blake, there’s also something that sounds like Hogwarts, a boy named Harry Potter who seems to be a great guy the whole world should know about him, and asked me to issue a wanted arrest Grab that Blake. Then I sincerely hoped that we would not see each other again, but you came out a year ago, the World Cup or something unexpected, and you said you were preparing for the Triwizard Tournament. It’s called this, and you need to import three clubs A fire-breathing alien dragon and a sphinx come to England..."

Senior government officials in the office froze with a tendency to faint.

"...and you come up and tell me there was an accident during the game, that Hogwarts flew a dragon, and you're going to revise the memories of all the folks who saw a dragon, well, just when I thought it was going to be the worst Thing. Just last month ago you spewed out of the fire again, saying that all the guards of the prison where the most heinous criminals were locked up all ran away, God, such a ridiculous thing can happen, and the prison guards left the prison and ran away? Now, what are you going to tell me more unfortunate than dragons?"

Cornelius Fudge turned his neck a little stiffly, and then laughed dryly: "I have to say that you have foresight, and that is indeed the case."

Before the Prime Minister could catch his breath, he heard Fudge say: "And the reason I was so excited to see you just now is because I escaped from death. You really don't know how lucky I am to see you again. Merlin bless."

The Prime Minister's throat felt dry and he could hardly speak.

"Yes, it's terrible, nothing can be worse than this! I just escaped from the back of the Ministry of Magic building. At that time, the building was almost half down. I can't predict whether it will still have ruins in the future. , You know it's Grindelwald and the mysterious man Gaslytherin, Merlin, do you know what that means? Oh, of course you don't know, you don't even know who these people are..."

"I've heard you talk about that mysterious man. You said he was someone Black followed, but didn't you say last year that he died early?" The Prime Minister said dryly, "I also said that he might be resurrected, ah, yes, At that time, I believed that it was impossible for him to be resurrected, and obviously I was wrong!" Fudge beat his forehead vigorously, and the Prime Minister almost had the urge.

"Even Slytherin can be resurrected, what is the mysterious man?"

It is Fudge's habit that makes the Prime Minister particularly reluctant to meet the Minister of Magic who does not exist in the government's list but has always existed in fact.He always talked endlessly about things that the Prime Minister couldn't understand at all, and because of his pride and status, the Prime Minister couldn't ask carefully, especially from Fudge's expression, he just put all these things together. As common sense, I have no patience and no time to explain it carefully.As a politician, I don't understand what the other party is saying and the conversation is always in a state of panic and anxiety, which makes the Prime Minister very uncomfortable from the beginning to the present, and no one likes the conversation that is always under the pressure of others.

"I thought that in the wizarding world, everything was possible."

The Prime Minister stiffly hoped that Fudge could understand that even if the news he brought was just importing a fire dragon, it would be unbearable for him to explode, and he should not tell himself those things that even Fudge could not accept.

"There's fog everywhere, dementors are everywhere, France and Germany have been at war for two full months, damn France is retreating all the way in Marseilles... I thought Britain was safe, now..."

He suddenly turned around and said to the prime minister who was dazed by the word war: "There is no other way. I must maintain my last obligation as the Minister of Magic to inform you of these unfortunate news. We cannot predict this disaster." , I mean that all this horror will not spread to Muggle society. Of course, for the mysterious man and Grindelwald, this is certain and certain. I don’t know if it will cause Muggles to have another world war...you know Grindelwald, well, you don't know Grindelwald, he was a wizard in Germany who took control of the German government over 50 years ago and killed Muggles to support Germany's war, but Slytherin, that's what we know since recorded The scariest black wizard ever, Merlin, the holy wars of the Holy See in the Middle Ages broke out for him at least twice, and he also kept a basilisk as a pet. Thirty-foot serpent..."

"Wait, you said there was a Ministry of Magic, you're the minister, don't you do nothing, you don't have to be responsible to your people?"

"..." Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the stack of papers spread out on the table with a very strange expression, then tapped with his wand, and said with a serious face distorted: " Central London? I think you'll have to make up a reason to answer someone, of course I'd say it's best to bring back all the people you send out, and down there - of course it's always there - is the British Ministry of Magic , and I just escaped there."