Vol 2 Chapter 708: Russian

The Prime Minister straightened his tie and adjusted his facial expressions to be as relaxed and calm as he had hoped, when a bright green flame suddenly appeared from the empty grate under the marble fireplace. The Prime Minister tried his best to conceal his inner surprise and panic, and watched a big fat man appear in the flames, spinning like a spinning top. A few seconds later, the big fat man stepped over the grate, holding a yellow-green bowler hat in his hand, stood on a beautiful antique carpet, and dusted the ashes from the sleeve of his thin cloak.
"Heh... the Prime Minister," Cornelius Fudge said, strode over and stretched out a hand, "I'm glad to see you again."
The Prime Minister did not want to answer this polite remark from the bottom of his heart, so he said nothing. He didn't want to see Fudge at all. In addition to being particularly alarming, Fudge's previous appearances generally meant that he had to hear some particularly bad news. Besides, he looked at Fudge and felt that the person in front of him was not in a good state, which was not a good sign.
"Just now he said you can show me the cause of the hurricane in Lancashire." The Prime Minister pointed to the portrait on the wall.
"Oh, that's Urik Gamp, our first minister." Fudge raised his hat to the portrait, "That wind is actually a hurricane created by magic. Can you understand what's going on? "
"What is that?" The Prime Minister leaned forward, and he had a bad feeling 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 dislike Fudge's visit. He is a dignified prime minister after all, and he doesn't want anyone to make him feel like a pupil who doesn't understand anything. However, this has been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on his first night as prime minister. He still clearly remembered the scene at the time, as if it had just happened yesterday. He knew that he would never forget the memory that made him feel humiliated and terrified until he died.
After the first meeting, the Prime Minister ordered his personal secretary to take down the portrait of the little ugly man who informed Fudge about his visit. But to his dismay, the portrait couldn't be removed. They used a few carpenters, one or two construction workers, an art history expert, and the Minister of Finance, and tried various methods to pry it off the wall, but they were unsuccessful.
In the end, the Prime Minister stopped trying, and just hoped that the thing would remain still and silent during his tenure. Occasionally, he could be sure that the corner of his eye saw the person in the portrait yawning or scratching his nose, and once or twice he even stepped out of the frame, leaving only an empty piece of gray canvas. However, the Prime Minister trained himself not to look at the portrait often. Whenever such strange things happened, he always resolutely told himself that his eyes had an illusion.
Later, the appearance of this guy let him know that it was not a dream, and that he always brought all kinds of troubles to himself every time, a prisoner of Azka or something, a prisoner who sounded like Hogwarts, There is also a boy named Harry Potter. The prime minister heard it in the cloud, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Now, this guy came to tell himself that this trouble was caused by his world!
The Prime Minister then asked somewhat irritably: "I'm back? You said he's'back'... Is he still alive? I mean-he caused this hurricane?"
"There is no hurricane at all." Fudge said distressedly. "It was not caused by him, but it was almost the same. It was made by his Death Eaters, followers of the man who can't even mention the name."
"Obviously it is your problem, but I was forced to answer the inexplicable questions of why this hurricane suddenly appeared out of thin air, why the scope is so small, but the power is so big, and so on." The prime minister stood up angrily, every step he took. , The anger in my heart increased by one point. He discovered the cause of the hurricane, but he couldn't tell the public. It was just too irritating. It would be better if it was the government's fault.
"Ahem," Fudge cleared his throat. "Actually, you should be thankful that the situation is much better than I expected. The Ministry of Magic has dispatched Aurors and successfully destroyed many Death Eaters with the intent to destroy London landmarks. The plan of sexual construction will make their attack be captured before they succeed, otherwise your life will be more difficult."
"It's as if it's not bad enough." The prime minister couldn't help but slander in his heart. He thought of the abnormal cold mist, and then pointed to the mist by the window and asked: "They made it?"
"Well, that's a dementor," Fudge replied.
"I remember that the dementors guard the prisoners?" the prime minister asked cautiously.
"It used to be like this," Fudge said wearily. "It's not anymore. They left the prison and took refuge in the man whose name could not even be mentioned. I must admit that this is really a disaster."
"But," the Prime Minister said, a fear gradually developed in his heart, "didn't you tell me that these animals are designed to people's hope and happiness?"
"Yes. And they are still wandering, so these mists are formed."
The Prime Minister's knees softened and he fell into the chair nearest to him. Thinking of these invisible creatures flying around cities and villages, spreading pessimism and despair among his voters, he felt that he was about to faint.
"Listen to me, Fudge—you must take steps! This is your responsibility as Minister of Magic!"
"My dear Prime Minister, I came here to tell you that I am no longer the Minister of Magic. I will introduce you to my successor in a while. He and his heirs should be here soon. "Fudge smiled reluctantly.
The prime minister was speechless for a while. He was indignant at being placed in such a situation, and at the same time sympathized with the shrunken man sitting across from him.
Fudge turned his head and looked at the ugly little man in the portrait with a long silver wig wearing a fist-curved wig. He was digging out his ears with the tip of a quill. The man in the portrait found Fudge looking at him and said: " Owen, he will be here right away, he has joined Alan Harris."
The Prime Minister looked at Fudge, who unconsciously sat upright, thoughtfully. Although he had not yet seen the wizard’s new minister, it was obvious that the new minister had made his predecessor very jealous. This must be a figure to be looked down upon. , I don't know if it will be harder to reach than Fudge, he is vaguely worried.
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 official accent.
"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Request to meet. The matter is urgent. Please reply immediately. Minister of Magic Owen Harris."
"Yes, you can." The Prime Minister was secretly uncomfortable, as if he had the power to say no.
The flames in the grate turned emerald again, and two wizards appeared in the flames. They turned for a while, and walked to the antique carpet. Fudge stood up as soon as he saw the figure appearing in the fire. The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment and stood up, watching the two newcomers. Unlike Fudge who brushed off the ashes, the ashes disappeared when they straightened up.
"Hello." The prime minister successfully concealed his inner anxiety and reached out to Owen.
"Hello, I'm Owen Harris, the new Minister of Magic, Fudge should have told you?" Owen showed a kind smile, stretched out his hand, and stared at each other's eyes. Both hands shook up and down together. few times.
"He said he wants to introduce you to me today." The Prime Minister looked at Owen Harris with a smile~EbookFREE.me~ and his worries were slightly relaxed. The wizard in front of him looked much better than Fudge. Up.
"This is my son, Alan Harris." Owen introduced Ellen to him, who was beside him, and Allen also stretched out his hand and shook his hand gently.
"Nice to meet you, please sit down." The Prime Minister pointed to the other two chairs at the desk.
Owen nodded and sat down with Fudge. Allen looked at the room, pointed his slender finger at the lock, and the prime minister heard the lock click.
"Well-it is." said the prime minister. "If you don't mind, I hope you don't lock the door."
"Just to avoid being disturbed." Irving explained, "and you have to pay extra attention to safety now."
The Prime Minister tried his best to straighten his waist and replied: "I am very satisfied with the existing security measures, thank you very much—"
"Actually, sir. If it weren't for the long eyes, you would have been hit by the Imperius Curse. In that case, the Muggles would suffer." Allen interrupted him.
"Long eyes?" the prime minister asked inexplicably.
"The new secretary outside of your office is Long Eye." Fudge explained to the side.
"You mean Christopher Lee, he is yours? I mean the wizard?!" The Prime Minister was a little unwilling to believe that this new secretary who can speak multiple languages ​​made him very satisfied. His work efficiency is high and his work is other. People tripled.
"Christopher Lee? Didn't we send Vladimir Podlovsky?" Owen asked Fudge in confusion.
"It's him, just a fake name." Fudge touched his nose and replied.
"My secretary is Russian?!" the prime minister yelled in surprise.