In fact, compared to the worries that Fudge is about to step down, the Prime Minister who leads the Muggles is really worried. Too many things have happened recently that bother him, but he has nothing to do.
So that it was almost midnight, and he was still sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo, but in fact his mind was blank and he had no idea what it meant.
On the surface, he was waiting for a call from the president of a distant country. But in fact, on the one hand, he doubted whether the unlucky guy would call, and on the other hand, he suppressed his excitement about this long and tiring week.
There are many unpleasant memories, so there is not much space in my mind to think about other things.
The more he tried to concentrate on reading the words on the paper in front of him, the more clearly he could see the gloating face of his political opponent.
This political opponent was on the news that day, not only listing all the terrible accidents that had happened in the previous week (as if anyone needed reminding), but also succinctly analyzing each accident as being the fault of the government.
Caused.
When the Prime Minister thinks about these accusations, his pulse involuntarily beats faster because they are unjust and untrue. How could his government prevent that bridge from collapsing?
It is intolerable that some people even suggested that the government did not invest enough in bridge construction. The bridge was built less than ten years ago, and even the best experts could not explain how it suddenly broke neatly into two pieces, with more than a dozen vehicles
The car plunged into the deep river below.
In addition, some people actually suggested that it was the lack of police force that led to the two vicious murders that were widely reported, and that the government should have foreseen the strange hurricane in the west that caused huge losses to people's lives and property.
Also, one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Jolet, suddenly took leave this week and disappeared, saying he wanted to spend more time with his family. Is this also his fault?
"The whole country is in panic."
The opposition leader concluded this, barely hiding the proud smile on his face. This made the Prime Minister feel very angry but helpless, because unfortunately, this was indeed the case.
Even the Prime Minister himself has felt that during this period, people have indeed become more panicked than usual, and even the weather is not satisfactory. It is only the middle of July, and there is already a cold fog... This is very wrong.
Very abnormal...
When he turned to the second page of the memo, he found that the content behind it was still very long. He knew that he would not be able to finish reading it tonight, so he simply gave up.
He closed the memo in his hand and placed it on his desk. Then he stretched his arms above his head and looked at his office gloomily.
Judging from the decoration, this is a very grand room, with a beautiful marble fireplace facing a long sash window, which is tightly closed to block the unseasonable cold fog outside.
But the Prime Minister still couldn't help but shuddered slightly. Then he stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist clinging to the window glass. Just as he stood there with his back to his office,
He heard a soft cough coming from behind him.
He froze, his own frightened face reflected in the dark windowpane in front of him. He knew that he had heard this coughing sound before. Then he slowly turned around and faced everyone except him.
Myself, an empty office.
"Hello?" He greeted calmly, trying to make his voice sound normal and brave.
At that moment, although he knew it was impossible, he still vaguely hoped that no one would answer him. However, a voice immediately answered. This voice was clear and decisive, as if he was reading a prepared speech.
.
In fact the Prime Minister knew it when he heard the first cough. It came from the little frog-like man in the long silver wig, a dirty little oil painting in the corner across the room.
characters on.
"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Requesting an urgent meeting. Please reply immediately. Yours truly, Fudge."
"Well, listen...this time isn't right for me...I'm waiting for a call...from a President—"
"That matter is not important and can be rearranged." Regarding the Prime Minister's answer, the portrait said without thinking. And this also made the Prime Minister's heart sink heavily. This was what he was worried about.
"But I do want to speak to him—"
"We'll let the president forget about the phone call. He'll call again tomorrow night, please get back to Mr. Fudge immediately."
"I...oh...ok, okay, I'll see Fudge."
After finishing speaking, the Prime Minister hurried to his desk and straightened his tie. When he had just sat down and adjusted his facial expression to be as relaxed and calm as he hoped, he saw a sudden burst of smoke from the empty grate under the marble fireplace.
Bright green flames appeared.
The Muggle Prime Minister tried his best to hide his surprise and panic, and watched helplessly as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning rapidly like a top.
After this situation lasted for a few seconds, the big fat man stepped over the grate, holding a yellow-green round hat in his hand, stood on an antique carpet, and dusted his thin strips.
ashes on the sleeves of his cloak.
"Ah... Prime Minister," Cornelius Fudge said, striding over and extending a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again."
"But I'm not happy to see you at all."
Fortunately, Fudge did not use Legilimency on the Prime Minister, otherwise he would definitely hear such a sentence. In fact, the Prime Minister was unwilling to answer Fudge's polite words from the bottom of his heart, so he said nothing in the end.
In fact, he didn't want to see Fudge at all, because Fudge's previous appearances, in addition to being particularly alarming, usually meant that he was about to hear some particularly bad news again.
In particular, Fudge seemed more worried this time. He looked thinner than before, his face was darker, his head was bald, and his face looked wrinkled.
As a politician, this expression is all too familiar to him. The Prime Minister has seen this expression countless times on the faces of other politicians like himself.
So he knew very well what it meant when Fudge showed this expression and demeanor. Generally speaking, this was obviously not a good sign.