Chapter 265: Really a bad summer

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Harry Potter: Raven's Claw Chapter 265 It Was a Bad Summer
The Prime Minister's Office, 10 Downing Street, Westminster, London.
The Prime Minister, Mr. Major, was looking at the mountain of documents in front of him behind a huge desk.
He felt like he was going crazy.
A fire broke out in a remote village and hundreds of villagers were burned to death.
Dozens of people in the slums of the East End of London died of excessive ingestion of du. The people began to feel dissatisfied with the effect of the government's ban on du. There were many demonstrations and all the condemnations in the newspapers.
A fire broke out in the southern forest, and several human-shaped wrecks appeared at the fire site.
Floating corpses frequently appear on the Thames, resembling the legendary murloc.
...
"It's really a bad summer! Why do these things happen all together!"
Mr. Major couldn't help but sigh like this.
The above things can be big or small. If this happens every other time, he is confident that he can suppress it by his own means, but now they are all crowded together, which has caused his public approval rating to plummet. !
Oh, God! I have only been prime minister for four years! Is this the limit?
And this is not the thing that made him the most broken, the key is that all these things are supernatural events!
The body of a werewolf was found on the scene of the burned village!
The deaths of the poisonous insects in the East End of London are also extremely exaggerated, and they must be the work of wizards!
This is too bad!
If the people know about the existence of supernatural beings, then this world will be all over.
In fact, Major has long heard of the wizarding world, and this unspeakable secret is actually nothing to them who hold the power of a country.
Since ancient times, British rulers have been in contact with this group of sorcerers.
High-level figures from both worlds work together to maintain supernatural secrets.
They have always done very well, which can be seen from the fact that the wizarding world has not been exposed until now.
But recently, things have started to change.
And immediately, the leader of the legendary wizarding kingdom will come to visit him to discuss the exhaustive solutions to these recent supernatural accidents.
The wall clock on the wall made a crisp punctual chime, and Major, who heard the sound, also cast his eyes on the fireplace in the office.
He has done in-depth research on the wizarding world, so he knows that wizards usually get out of the fireplace.
Sure enough, the sound of the wall clock hadn't stopped. There was a crackling sound in the fireplace, and a lot of smoke was also raised.
Immediately afterwards, a fat bald man wearing a top hat and a cloak walked out of the fireplace.
"Ahem! You should clean up your fireplace!"
The fat man coughed and patted the dust on his body.
A smirking smile appeared on Major’s face, and he walked to the fat man and stretched out his hand friendly:
"I'm sorry, but I didn't think about it well. I am John Major, Prime Minister of Corruption."
"Hello, I'm Connery Fudge, Minister of Magic of the Corrupt Country." Fudge shook Major's hand perfunctorily, and then took out his wand and gave himself a clean up, "Huh! It's more comfortable now. Up."
"Hehe, Mr. Fudge, sit down, I have prepared the best black tea here."
"Let’s talk about business, Mr. Major." Fudge took off his hat and buttoned his chest. "You must already know a little bit about what happened this summer. The werewolf village was destroyed, and the Thames fish People were slaughtered, and vampires hiding in remote suburbs were also hunted.
These things are serious, but we have ascertained the truth of the matter. This is not a new terrorist attack, but a spontaneous hunting competition held by a group of Hogwarts students. The prey is those evil black magic creatures.
Don't worry, they have all been punished. "
Major was silent. He needed to digest these things Fudge said.
After a while, Major asked, "So, didn't you wizards do the things in the slums of East London?"
"Of course not, we have already investigated, it should be some kind of dark magic creature. We will follow up the investigation."
"Well, can I know how the students who participated in the hunting competition have been punished?"
"Oh, you say them." Fudge showed an indignant look on his face. "This is really a group of ignorant children! It will cause trouble to adults! Don't worry, the one that slaughtered the Murloc tribe has been taken away by Hogwarts. Except that we broke his wand, he can't use magic anymore. For the others, because it was those dark magic creatures that attacked them first, and the result was not serious, we gave it They warned, and then waited for them to start, and they would be locked up for half a semester."
Major's fist clenched unconsciously. Obviously he was not satisfied with the result of this treatment, but he didn't say anything, just silently nodded.
"Then let's talk about what your Muggle government will do." Fudge felt a little hot and began to fan with his hat. "You must find all the Muggle witnesses, and the people in the Auror office will come over later. Unleash the Forgotten Curse one by one. This matter must end here. If we continue to develop it, if we can't hold it anymore, then you and I know the consequences."
Fudge's words contained some imperatives, which made Major uncomfortable, and what made him even more angry was the word "Muggle" used to address them.
That's right, ‘Muggle’.
Major didn't know what the word meant.
But judging from Fudge's expression when he said this sentence, it shouldn't be a good word. At least it also carries a certain degree of racial discrimination, just like the word ‘nigger’.
This made Major incomprehensible. He knew that wizards were always so arrogant.
But where does the arrogance of these wizards come from?
According to the information collected by the previous prime ministers, it is true that the ruler of this world has been the wizard for a long time.
They hold the strongest power on the planet, magic!
Not only those supernatural beings, but even ordinary humans who look exactly the same as them are nothing more than existences that can be wiped out at will in their eyes.
‘You are just a group of low-level creatures, and you can continue to live entirely because of the kindness of the uncle. ’
This is the attitude of those pure blood towards ordinary humans.
But what they don't know is that since the birth of the steam engine, the "Muggles" in their mouths have mastered powers comparable to magic!
That is science!
How about you can magic?
Can you avoid a sniper rifle? Can you avoid missiles and nuclear weapons?
Nowadays, the situation of wizarding society and Muggle society is the same as that of other countries on the earth, relying on nuclear deterrence to form a temporary peace.
The only difference is that the wizards all live nuclear bombs and can walk.
If there were no top wizards with destructive power comparable to nuclear weapons in the wizarding world, the entire extraordinary world would have been conquered by their "Muggles".
In Major's view, the current wizard and Muggle should be equal.
And this state is only temporary. The progress of science is much faster than magic. He firmly believes that more powerful weapons will appear in the near future, and at that time, wizards will be pulled off the altar.
Thinking of this, Major felt better in his heart, and his clenched fists were loosened, and at the same time the formulaic smile bloomed on his face again.
‘Let’s coax fools, I hope you can be so arrogant forever, until the day we surpass you! ’
Major comforted herself so, and said, "Leave it to me, Lord Minister."
Fudge was obviously satisfied with Major's attitude, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Please, this is really a bad summer." Fudge patted Major on the shoulder and exclaimed. "There have been too many troubles recently. No, I just received another news. The very important prisoner died suddenly in Azkaban, so..."
"I see, you walk slowly, I will take care of the things you confessed."
Fudge gave Major a teachable look, then put on his hat again and went back into the fireplace under Major's gaze.
Then, there was another cloud of dust rising, and at the same time, with a crackling explosion, Fudge disappeared.
Major's slightly bowed body was pulled straight again, and the formulaic smile on his face changed into a gloomy look that seemed to drip.
Suddenly, the space in the corner of the office began to show ripples like the surface of the water, and as the air rippled more and more, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo slowly appeared.
"Pure-blooded nobles, they are still so arrogant," the middle-aged man said.
Major glanced at the middle-aged man, put his hands behind his back, and snorted:
"It's just a hillbilly who has never seen the world! Don't worry about it!"
...
At the same time, in the villa in Godric Valley, Mike was looking at a letter in his hand with a gloomy expression.
The letter is from Black, and there is only one message to convey.
That was Peter Pettigrew, who died in Azkaban.
And because the wizard guards of Azkaban were so lazy, they would only check the cell in ten days and a half. So when the guards found Peter, the body was already highly decomposed.
Black expressed his anger in the letter.
He thought that he had suffered for more than ten years in Azkaban for nothing, and Peter should have stayed for ten years before he could die.
And Peter should die by the dementor's kiss in the end, not just such a silent death!
Mike's anger level is more than that of others.
In the original book, the guy who brought Voldemort back to England and resurrected is Peter Pettigrew. Mike originally thought that he would be able to sit back and relax if Peter was locked in Azkaban, but he didn't expect this guy to die like this!
If you really die, forget it!
But Mike always thinks there is something strange in this!
Reason tells Mike that Peter is really dead, but there is always a sense of anxiety that surrounds Mike's heart, lingering.
And the group of students who let them out.
I have to say that they are really new-born calves, not afraid of tigers, and don't pay attention to the Ministry of Magic.
Among the twelve people, Benjamin's finishing work was done well, even if there was such a big movement in the East End of London, and so many people were killed, the Ministry of Magic did not find them.
As for the rest, except for those who didn't plan to participate in this game in the first place, the guys who went out alone were stupid.
Several of them even asked Mike to go to the Ministry of Magic to wipe their ass!
For this reason, Mike was knocked by Fudge, and a wave of blood came out!
So Happiness is pretty reliable. After Mike sensibly sponsored the upcoming Quidditch World Cup in the United Kingdom, he directly released the members of the mutual aid club who were temporarily imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic, and Except for the guy who slaughtered the murlocs who had a covenant with the wizard as a dark magic creature, the rest were basically only punished without pain.
As for the guy who almost wiped out the Thames Murloc, Mike didn’t give up on him either, but took him directly after he was fired. Not only did he make him an umbrella similar to Hagrid (the new wand was hidden inside). ), gave him a new job: as a security guard.
This security guard is not the kind of security guards like Arthur and others who basically take money and don't work, but the kind of serious security guards who specialize in guarding the gate.
Mike's intention was to use this job to humiliate him, so that he could write down the lesson this time and not commit it again.
After all, this guy can kill so many murlocs alone, and he certainly has the strength.
But what Mike did not expect was that this guy turned out to be a nasty critic!
He actually felt that the job of being paid every day without attending classes and guarding the gate was very suitable for him, and he even planned to continue working in Mike's factory!
This makes Mike a bit hate that iron is not steel!
Mike felt a little liver pain when he thought of this guy. The letter in his hand was rubbed into a ball by Mike and thrown into the trash can.
"What a bad summer."
Mike sighed, and slumped back on the sofa.
"My dear, what are you talking about?"
Penello's voice came from the cloakroom, and Mike quickly put on a smiling face when he heard this.
"Nothing, I just want to remind you that we may be running out of time."
"Really? But I haven't decided yet what clothes I want to wear to the game." Penello walked out with a frown, and on her was a strapless evening dress with a string on her neck. The sapphire necklace is shining, "You said if I go in an evening gown, would it be too formal, it's just a ball game after all. Or, I'd better change into more casual clothes."
After that, Penello turned around and walked to the cloakroom again~EbookFREE.me~ Upon seeing this, he hurriedly shouted:
"It's okay, my dear. I think you wear an evening dress very well, it just matches my suit. Besides, we have to meet with a lot of big people today. It's always right to dress more formal."
Damn it, Penello had already picked out clothes for the whole afternoon, and Mike didn't want to wait any longer.
Penello considered for a moment, then looked at the sky outside, his frown stretched out, and said:
"OK then."
Mike was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly stood up and made an inviting gesture and said:
"Then please, beautiful lady."
Penello smiled and took Mike's arm, and then the two of them boarded the night carriage parked at the door.
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