Finally, the Prime Minister asked the question, hurriedly shook Fudge's outstretched hand, and motioned for him to sit on the hardest chair in front of the table.
"I really don't know where to start. This week has been really tough, really tough..."
Fudge murmured lowly as he pulled the chair indicated by the Prime Minister, sat down on it, and then put his green round hat on his knees.
"Are you having a bad week too?"
After hearing what Fudge said, the Prime Minister immediately asked with a straight face. He wanted the other party to understand that he had enough things to worry about himself and did not want to share anything more with Fudge.
"Yeah, that goes without saying. I've been through the same thing as you this week, Prime Minister Brockdale Bridge...the murders of Bones and Vance...not to mention the turmoil in the west..."
"You... um?! Yours?! I mean, some of your people are... related to these events?! Is that so?"
After listening to the Prime Minister's words, Fudge looked at the Muggle Prime Minister with a very strange and stern look.
"Of course it is, I think you must understand what's going on?"
"I……"
After hearing what Fudge said, the Prime Minister hesitated. Just as Fudge said, he actually had a guess, but he couldn't tell anyone for sure.
This situation made him not very fond of Fudge's visit. After all, he was a dignified Prime Minister and did not want anyone to make him feel like a primary school student who didn't understand anything.
However, this has been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on the first night when he became Prime Minister. He still remembers the scene clearly, as if it happened yesterday, and he knows that he will never forget it until his death.
I can't remember that memory.
At that time, he was standing alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally succeeding after so many years of dreaming and careful planning.
But suddenly, he heard a cough behind him, just like tonight. As he turned around, he saw that the ugly little portrait was talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was coming to visit him.
Naturally, he had no doubt that it was the long-term campaigning and election pressure that had caused him to become a little mentally disturbed.
But he soon discovered that this was not the case. There was really a portrait talking to him. At this time, he was extremely frightened, but this was just the beginning, because then another man who claimed to be a wizard jumped out of the fireplace.
came out and shook hands with him.
This frightened him so much that he was completely at a loss. At that time, looking at him without saying a word, Fudge very kindly explained that there are still wizards living secretly around the world.
By the way, he comforted him by saying that he, the Prime Minister, did not need to worry about these matters, because the Ministry of Magic managed the entire wizarding world and did not let non-wizards know of their existence.
Fudge said that this is a very difficult job, covering everything from regulating how to use broomsticks responsibly to controlling and governing all fire dragons.
In fact, when the Prime Minister thought about it afterwards, he felt that this was actually Fudge trying to give himself a warning, telling him not to meddle in his own business. Because after Fudge finished speaking, he patted the still stunned Prime Minister on the shoulder like a loving father.
"Don't worry, you probably won't see me again. I will only bother you if there is serious trouble on our side that may affect Muggles, that is, those non-wizards."
Then, the Prime Minister met Fudge again, and then many times, and every time he brought bad news. But this time, he brought the worst news.
"The Brockdale Bridge was not in disrepair; the wind was not actually a hurricane; and the murders were not the work of Muggles. Also, Herbert Jole is gone, and his family is
It will be safer. We are currently arranging to transfer him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries. This will be done tonight."
"What did you say!?"
When the Prime Minister heard what Fudge said, he couldn't even tell whether he was angry or scared. He wanted to question Fudge, but he was interrupted by Fudge just as he opened his mouth.
"Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back. The devil who must not even be named is back."
After saying this, Fudge looked at the Prime Minister with a very strange look. After hearing Fudge's words, the Prime Minister also stopped asking questions and began to recall what Fudge said about the devil.
matter.
The terrifying dark wizard who is said to be talked about by everyone in the magical world, the wizard who mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous crimes fifteen years ago.
"You said he's back? What do you mean? He's still alive? You don't mean..."
"Yes, he is still alive. I don't know how to describe him. A person who cannot be killed is still alive. But at least he has a body, can walk, talk, and kill people.
.So I think, for what we're talking about, he is indeed alive."
After listening to Fudge's words, the Prime Minister didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, he actually knew very little about the magical world and wizards, or in fact knew nothing at all.
But his habit as a politician made him unwilling to let others know that he knew nothing about it, so he pretended to be very professional and started asking Fudge.
"Then what is this devil who must not even be named...what is he doing now?"
"Killing people everywhere, of course, and raising his army."
Facing the Prime Minister's question, Fudge seemed a little upset, which made the hat in his hand spin faster. After listening to Fudge's words, the Prime Minister felt sympathy for Fudge for a moment.
But soon, this sympathy turned into secret joy, because although he did not have the ability to appear from the fireplace, there had never been a murder case in the government department under his jurisdiction.
But soon, this joy turned into panic, because he seemed to have just heard a word: army. This is not a good word. Usually, it is associated with another even worse word.
Fudge's next words also confirmed the Prime Minister's suspicion that things were indeed developing in the worst direction. What made him angry was that he didn't even know anything about it before Fudge arrived.
"The fact is, we are at war now, so Prime Minister, we have to do something."
"You mean, war? Are you sure that what you said is not an exaggeration?"