Chapter 186: 'Downing Street”

Chapter 186: “Downing Street”

Its the afternoon, and the Prime Minister is alone in his No.10 Downing Street office, savoring a delightful afternoon tea while skimming through a stack of lengthy reports.

The contents of these reports slip through his mind, leaving no trace.

However, his main concern is waiting for an important call from the president of another country across the strait.

The calls significance makes it impossible for him to focus on anything else.

Technically, this call should have come five minutes and twelve seconds ago, but the other partys tardiness is perplexing.

The Prime Minister cant help but wonder if the presidents secretary is assisting with a particularly stubborn zipper.

The Prime Ministers current situation is marked by considerable stress, largely due to his predecessora bellicose woman who brought nothing but conflict and decline to the country.

His tenure has been marred by challenges: waning national influence, a faltering economy, and a parliamentary majority reduced to a mere 18 seats.

The recent approval of the Maastricht Treaty has become a weapon for political opponents to wield against him, and he cant shake the image of their triumphant faces.

Rumors circulate that the Prime Minister is on the brink of a nervous breakdown, spending ample time hiding in his closet and contemplating resignation.

Some even claim he has drafted a resignation letter addressed to the Queen.

Though the Prime Minister has scoffed at these rumors, deep down, he knows they hold some truth.

The more the Prime Minister dwells on his situation, the more irritable he becomes.

He opens a new report, but the sheer length of it prompts him to toss it into the wastebasket as if it were mere scrap paper.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

He stretches his arms above his head, daydreaming of when this grim predicament will come to an end.

Just then, a faint cough emanates from behind him.

The Prime Minister is taken aback, recognizing that coughits one hes heard before.

Slowly, he turns to face his empty office. Hello? he cautiously inquires.

The Prime Minister believes that, as a Briton, he should maintain seriousness and composure.

For a brief moment, he prepares himself for the possibility that no one will answer.

But a voice promptly responds, firm and resolute, as though reciting a rehearsed statement.

The voice matches the one he associated with the initial cough.

That first cough came from a frog-like, short man depicted in a grimy oil painting in a corner of his officea peculiar portrait that had become a source of mockery among his staff.

To the Muggle Prime Minister.

We require an emergency meeting.

A prompt response is advisable.

Yours sincerely, Bagnold.

With these words, the frog-like man in the portrait gazes at the Prime Minister, awaiting his reaction.

Wizards and Muggles at war The Prime Minister stammers in disbelief. When you last visited, you did mention that Grindelwald is the greatest wizard in the world

That was before, Bagnold responds. I never expected Grindelwalds ideology to be so insidious and deeply hidden. Time is running out, Prime Minister.

War The Prime Minister momentarily forgets the term.

He springs to his feet but soon settles back down.

Just a moment, what is a war between Wizards and Muggles like? he inquires softly.

I dont know, Minister Bagnold admits, shaking her head. It might involve controlling thoughts, altering memories, and other such methods. I cant say for sure, but I believe they will act soon. As the leader of the Muggles, you will likely be their primary target.

The Prime Ministers legs tremble, and he feels a sense of impending disaster.

What should I do? he pleads, seeking guidance from the witch before him.

Minister Bagnold glances at him critically. Is your secretary trustworthy? he inquires skeptically.

I trust him with my life and wealth! the Prime Minister boasts. Hes highly capable, twice as efficient as anyone else.

Suddenly, Ian, the middle-aged man wearing a suit who serves as the Prime Ministers secretary, produces a peculiar wooden stick.

Avada Kedavra!

A brilliant green light erupts in front of the Prime Minister, a light so terrifying it makes him fear for his life.

However, the target of this lethal spell isnt him; its Minister Bagnold.

The former Minister of Magic slumps lifeless to the ground, his eyes wide open.

The Prime Minister stumbles backward, collapsing to the floor.

In his dazed state, he realizes the unthinkablehis secretary, the capable and shrewd Ian, is a wizard.

You youre youre a Wizard, the Prime Minister stammers in disbelief.

A red light flashes, and he falls into unconsciousness.

In the offices fireplace, flames dance once more.

The secretary retrieves his wand and directs a piercing gaze at a man in black who steps out of the fireplace.

You let the Minister escape! he accuses harshly.

Apologies, another wizard offers. I didnt expect him to use the private channel between the Minister of Magic and the Muggle Prime Minister to alert the Muggles. Trying to connect the Floo Network to the Muggle Prime Ministers office took some time.

Is everything under control at the Ministry? the secretary demands.

Were managing, the other wizard replies. While there are a few radical rebels, most are cautious. Edgar and Amelia Burns are under house arrest, and Scrimgeour is relatively stable. We have the situation well in hand.

Good, the secretary nods.

He raises his wand again, aiming it at the Prime Minister who has regained consciousness.

Impedio!

The Prime Minister, though conscious, is now vacant, his once-bright eyes dulled and empty.