Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 236 The Beginning of Chaos ([-])

The nightlife in big cities is as colorful as ever. Even though it is approaching midnight, many places in London are still brightly lit, and there are still many people gathered in those bustling areas, wearing beautiful and fashionable clothes, and faintly, some music can be heard.

Some are explosive, others are soothing.

Among the many places where the lights are still on, 10 Downing Street may be the most special one.It was lit only because the owner inside was not asleep.

The prime minister's life is very bad, because the recent British is very uneasy, all kinds of strange things are coming together.There was a tornado in Manchester today and a block in Liverpool was suddenly destroyed tomorrow.The collapse of the bridge, the vicious murders, and the fog that hovered over London all made him very irritable.

Yes, as the prime minister, he doesn't need to deal with these things himself, but the consequences of these things are enough to make him burnt out.

For example, public protests and attacks by political opponents.

It was approaching midnight, and the Prime Minister was still sitting in the office. The table in front of him was filled with various reports from the staff, about the strange things that happened across the country in the past week and half a month, and feedback from various parties. .Of course, this is not the reason why he still hasn't fallen asleep.

He was waiting for a call from the president of the country on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. Although it was negotiated by both parties, he was still not sure that the call would be remembered.

This is not the first time that pigeons have been released.

He came to the window, looked at the bright lights in the distance, and the mist in the sky that covered the light of the moon and stars, and suddenly felt a bit of cold.

"This is indeed abnormal." The Prime Minister muttered, took the coat off the hanger and put it on, and moved his arms again, as if he felt a little warmth.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, there was a light cough behind him, which frightened him, and he couldn't help thinking of some more disturbing past events in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he turned his head, and it was indeed the villain in the dirty oil painting in the corner.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister, requesting an urgent meeting, please reply immediately.

Faithful, Fudge. "

"I'm waiting for a call ... from a president ..." the prime minister said.

"We can reschedule." The man in the portrait replied directly, paused for a few seconds, and continued, "The president will call again tomorrow night."

"Please reply to Mr. Fudge immediately."

"Okay... okay." The prime minister reluctantly agreed.In fact, as soon as the man on the painting spoke, he knew that tonight was only for seeing that Fudge.

He went to the desk, and had hardly sat down when he saw green flames burst out of the marble fireplace, and a fat man in a bowler hat appeared.Step over the fence, and shake the dust on the antique carpet that was vacuumed yesterday.

"Hello, Prime Minister," said Fudge, holding out his hand to the Prime Minister. "Nice to see you again."

"You... hello." The Prime Minister shook hands with Fudge, but honestly he didn't want to see the guy in front of him at all.

Since he took over as prime minister, I have met him four times.The first time was when he first took office, he came to meet him as the Minister of Magic and told him something, but the attitude was very arrogant; the second time was three years ago, saying that a dangerous wanted criminal escaped from prison, it is likely It will cause large-scale casualties; the third time was the year before last, because of the hegemony competition saying that three fire dragons entered the country, and bad things happened in the World Cup.Then there was the mass escape from Azkaban at the beginning of this year.

By the way, the wanted criminal three years ago was actually innocent!

This is the fifth time. Looking at the sad face of the guy in front of him, the Prime Minister knows very well that this time will not be good news.

"It's been really bad lately, hasn't it..." Fudge sat on the soft leather chair, still shaking the ashes on his body.

"Is your life not going well?" The Prime Minister looked at the ashes that fell on the ground, his eyelids twitched.Close your eyes and force yourself not to look.

"Yeah, we've been through pretty much the same thing," said Fudge. "The Brockdale Bridge, the Burns and Vance murders, and that riot out west..."

"You mean, all of this has something to do with you...?"

"Of course, in fact, you are also clear." Fudge nodded, but the Prime Minister felt even more headache.

Sure enough, there is no good news!
"I... how would I know, it's a matter of the wizarding world." The Prime Minister said, "I manage an entire country, and there are many, many things every day..."

"Our worries are the same!" Fudge replied bluntly. "The Brockdale Bridge, the Burns and Vance murders, and the turmoil in the west, and the tornado in Manchester, all of these make us worry... ..."

Fudge took a deep breath, his expression became serious, and he said, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that the person whose name cannot be named has returned, and he has really returned."

"Are you back?" The Prime Minister was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered the meeting last year. A name he mentioned seemed to be a very dangerous person.

"Yes, still alive, at least dozens of people saw him in person, right here at the Ministry of Magic." Fudge took off his hat and scratched the thinning hair on his head, "This is bad...Prime Minister, you have to understand , we are at war now, you need to stand with us..."

"War!" the Prime Minister asked anxiously, "Is it... a little exaggerated?"

"No, no, it's true." Fudge shook his head repeatedly, "Do you still remember the prison break at the beginning of the year? Those were his followers, and they returned to him after the prison break. And since their public appearance, it has already caused A lot of damage."

"He also threatened me that if I didn't side with him, he would slaughter a lot of Muggles..."

"Oh my god! So it's all your fault!"

"My question? Do you think we haven't made an effort!" Fudge said excitedly, "We captured most of his men, and every Auror in the Ministry of Magic has been trying to find him, until now !"

"But we're talking about possibly the most powerful wizard ever, and no one has caught him in 30 years!"

"What's more, now he has one more student who may be the most talented student ever..."

"Student? What..."

"That's not important." Fudge waved his hand, his face full of impatience, "In short, you only need to know that he is very dangerous and will cause great harm."

The Prime Minister's face was ugly and he was very angry. He said: "Fudge, you haven't done enough, you must take measures! This is your responsibility as the Minister of Magic!"

"Come on, do you really think they will let me continue to serve as minister after so many things have happened?" Fudge forced a smile, "I stepped down three days ago! This is the first time I have been in office for so many years See how united they are."

The prime minister was at a loss for words when he heard the words, calmed down a little, and his tone slowed down a lot.

"I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help, Fudge?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister, but nothing more." Fudge said, "In fact, the purpose of my coming today is to update you on the latest developments in the matter, and to introduce you to my successor. He docks with you."

"However, he seems to be delayed because of some things. After all, there are so many things now, which is normal."

As he said that, Fudge looked at the painting in the corner, and the man in that painting immediately said, "He'll be there soon."

"He's writing to Dumbledore, and he'll be there soon."

"Well, Dumbledore." Fudge shrugged, "I wish him luck, after all, I have been writing to him for the past few years, but things haven't gotten much better..."

(End of this chapter)