Chapter 708： Russian

The prime minister straightened his tie and adjusted his facial expression as easily and calmly as he had hoped. A bright green flame suddenly appeared in the empty grate under the marble fireplace. The mobile phone https: // Prime Minister tried his best to cover up his inner surprise and panic, and watched a big fat man appear in the middle of the flame, spinning around like a gyro. A few seconds later, the big fat man crossed the grate, holding a yellow-green dome hat in his hand, and stood on a delicate antique rug, dusting off the ash on the sleeves of his thin satin cloak.

"Huh ... Prime Minister," Connelly Fudge said, striding over and extending a hand, "I'm glad to meet you again."

The Prime Minister did not want to answer this polite remark from the bottom of his heart, and said nothing. He was reluctant to see Fudge at all. Fudge's previous appearances, besides being particularly alarming, generally meant that he had to hear some particularly bad news again. Moreover, he looked at Fudge and felt that the person in front of him was not in good condition, which was not a good sign.

"Just now he said you can make me understand the cause of the hurricane in Lancashire." The Prime Minister pointed to the portrait on the wall.

"Oh, that's Yurik Gump, our first minister." Fudge raised his hat in the face of the portrait. "That wind is actually a magical hurricane. Can you understand what's going on? "

"What's that?" The Prime Minister leaned forward, and he had a bad hunch in his heart.

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

It was this situation that made him not very fond of Fuji's visit. He is after all a prime minister, and he does not want anyone to make him feel like a pupil who knows nothing. However, since his first night as Prime Minister and Fudge's first meeting, this is the case. He still clearly remembered the scene at that time, as if it had just happened yesterday. He knew that he would never forget the memory of humiliation and fear until he died.

After the first meeting, the Prime Minister instructed his personal secretary to take down the portrait of the little ugly man who informed Fudge of his visit. To his great dismay, the portrait couldn't be taken away. They used several carpenters, one or two construction workers, an art history expert, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. They tried various methods to pry it off the wall, but they were unsuccessful.

In the end, the Prime Minister did not try anymore, just wishing that the gadget would remain still and silent during his tenure. Occasionally, he can be sure that the corner of his eye saw the person in the portrait yawning or scratching his nose. He even walked out of the frame once or twice, leaving only an empty piece of gray canvas. However, the Prime Minister trained himself not to look at the portrait often. Whenever such a strange thing happened, he always resolutely told himself that there was an illusion in his eyes.

Later, the appearance of this guy let him know that it was not a dream, and every time he always brought himself all kinds of troubles, what fugitives in prisons like Azka and what listened to something like Hogwarts, There is also a boy named Harry Potter. The Prime Minister heard in the clouds and did not know what he was talking about, and now, this guy came to tell himself that this time the trouble was caused by their world!

The Prime Minister then asked a little irritably: "I'm back? You said he 'was back' ... he's still alive? I mean-was this hurricane caused by him?"

"There is no hurricane at all." Fudge said with some anguish. "It was not caused by him, but it was similar. It was done by the Death Eaters under his hands, that is, the follower of the person who can't even mention the name."

"It's clearly your problem, but I was forced to answer the inexplicable question of why the hurricane suddenly appeared out of thin air, why the range was so small, the power was so big, etc." The Prime Minister stood up angrily, taking every step he took , The anger in my heart increased by one point. He discovered the cause of the hurricane, but he could not tell the public. This is so irritating. If it is the government ’s fault, it is better.

"Cough," Fudge cleared his throat. "Actually, you should be fortunate. The situation is much better than I expected. The Ministry of Magic has sent Auror to successfully destroy many Death Eaters' intentions to destroy London landmarks. The intention of the **** building, so that their attack has not been successful before being captured, otherwise your life will be more difficult. "

"It's as if this isn't bad enough." The Prime Minister couldn't help but slander, and he thought of the abnormal cold mist, and then pointed to the mist next to the window and asked, "That's what they made?"

"That, that's the Dementor." Fudge replied.

"I remember, the Dementors guarded the prisoners?" The Prime Minister asked cautiously.

"It used to be this way," Fudge said tiredly. "It's not now. They left the prison and turned to the man who can't even mention the name. I must admit that this is really a disaster."

"But," said the Prime Minister, he gradually developed a fear in his heart. "Don't you tell me that they are animals that specifically absorb people's hope and happiness?"

"Yes. And they are still wandering, so these mists are formed."

The prime minister's knees softened and fell to a chair closest to him. Thinking of these invisible creatures flying around in cities and villages, spreading pessimism and despair among his voters, he felt like he was about to faint.

"Listen to me, Fudge-you must take measures! This is your responsibility as Minister of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, I am here just to tell you that I am no longer the Minister of Magic, I will introduce you to my successor in a moment, he and his heirs should arrive soon "" Fudge smiled reluctantly.

The prime minister was speechless for a while. He was indignant that he was placed in such a situation, and at the same time he felt sympathy for the man who was sitting opposite, who seemed to be shrinking.

Fudge turned his head to look at the little ugly man with long silver wig wearing fists in the portrait. He was plucking his ears with the tip of a quill pen. The man in the portrait found Fudge looking at him and said: " Owen, he will be here soon. He has already joined up with Alan Harris. "

The Prime Minister looked at Fudge, who was sitting upright unconsciously, and thoughtfully, although he had not seen the wizard ’s new minister, it was clear that the new minister had made his predecessor very scared. This must be a character to be reckoned with. , Wondering if it would be harder to reach than Fudge, he was worried in his heart.

The room was silent for a while, until the man in the portrait broke the silence, and he suddenly spoke in a crisp voice with an official voice.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Request to meet. Things are urgent. Please reply immediately. The Minister of Magic Owen Harris."

"Yes, yes, yes." The Prime Minister secretly did not anger, as if he had the power to say no.

The flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and two wizards dribbled in the flames. They turned around for a while and walked to the antique carpet. When Fudge saw the figure appearing in the fire, he stood up immediately. The Prime Minister hesitated a moment, and also stood up, staring at the two newcomers. Unlike Fudge who wiped off the ash from their bodies, they straightened their bodies and the ash from them disappeared.

"Hello." The Prime Minister managed to hide his inner turmoil and reached out to Owen.

"Hello, I am Irving Harris, the new Minister of the Ministry of Magic, should Fudge all tell you?" Irving smiled kindly, extended his hand, and stared at each other's eyes. The hands of both sides shook up and down together. few times.

"He said that he will introduce you to me today." The Prime Minister looked at Owen Harris with a smile. His worries eased a little, and the wizard looked much better than Fudge.

"This is my son, Alan Harris." Irving introduced Alan around him to the other side. Alan also reached out and shook his hand gently.

"Nice to meet you, please sit down." The Prime Minister pointed to the other two chairs at the desk.

Irving nodded and sat down with Fudge. Allen looked at the room, his long fingers pointed at the door lock, and the Prime Minister heard the door lock click.

"Well--that's it ~ www.novelhall.com ~ the Prime Minister said," If you don't mind, I hope not to lock the door. "

"Just to avoid being disturbed," Owen explained, "and you have to pay extra attention to safety now."

The Prime Minister straightened the waist as much as possible and replied: "I am very satisfied with the existing security measures, thank you very much-"

"In fact, sir. If it weren't for long eyes, you might have been hit by the Soul Retrieval Curse. In that case, the Muggles would suffer." Allen interrupted.

"Long eyes?" The Prime Minister asked inexplicably.

"The new secretary in the outside of your office some time ago has long eyes." Fudge explained.

"You mean Christopher Lee, he's yours? I mean wizard?" The Prime Minister was a bit reluctant to believe that this new multilingual secretary made him very satisfied, he was very efficient, and did other work Three times as many people.

"Christopher Lee? Didn't we send Vladimir Birdlovsky?" Irving asked Fudge questioningly.

"It's him, but with a fake name." Fudge replied, touching his nose.

"My secretary is Russian ?!" the Prime Minister cried out in shock.

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