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"You-uh-yours-I mean, some of your people are-related to these events, right?"

Fudge stared at the Prime Minister very severely.

"Of course it is," he said, "you surely understand what's going on?"

"I..." the prime minister hesitated.

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 primary school student 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 remembered the scene clearly, as if it had just happened yesterday. He knew that he would never forget that memory even when he died.

At that time, he was standing alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally achieving success after so many years of dreams and careful planning. Suddenly, he heard a cough coming from behind, just like tonight, he turned around and took a look. It was the ugly little portrait talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was coming to visit him.

Naturally, he thought it was a long-term campaign and election pressure that caused him to be a little mentally upset.

He found a portrait that was terribly frightened when he was talking to him, not to mention that, and then another man who claimed to be a wizard jumped out of the fireplace and shook hands with him. He was even more frightened and at a loss.

He did not say a word, and Fudge amicably explained that there are still wizards living secretly all over the world, and comforted him that he does not need to worry about these things, because the Ministry of Magic has the responsibility to manage the entire wizarding world and keep the non-witches from knowing. Their existence.

Fudge said that this is a rather arduous task, and it is all-encompassing, from stipulating how to use flying broomsticks conscientiously and responsibly, to controlling and governing all fire dragons (the prime minister remembered that when he heard this, he couldn't help but hold on Table, so as not to fall down).

After Fudge finished speaking, he patted the still-stunned Prime Minister on the shoulder like a father.

"Don't worry," he said, "mostly you won't see me again. Only when there is a serious trouble on our side, which may affect Muggles, that is, those non-wizard people, I will disturb you. .

Otherwise, just let the flow go. By the way, I have to say that your attitude towards accepting this matter is much better than that of your predecessor.

He thought I was a liar sent by his political opponent to throw me out the window. "

At this time, the Prime Minister finally found a chance to speak.

"So, you—not a liar?"

This is the only little hope he has left.

"No,"

Fudge said gently, "I'm sorry, I am not.

look. "

Saying that he waved his magic wand and turned the prime minister's teacup into a gerbil.

"But," the prime minister said breathlessly, watching his teacup gnawing on his next speech, "but why—why did anyone tell me—?"

"The Minister of Magic only reveals his identity in front of the ruling Muggle Prime Minister."

Fudge said that he inserted the wand back into his clothes, "We think this is the best way to stay concealed."

"But," the prime minister said in a trembling voice, "why didn't the previous prime minister remind me--"

After hearing this, Fudge laughed out loud.

"My dear Prime Minister, will you tell someone else?"

Fudge was still smiling, throwing some powder into the fireplace, then stepped into the emerald green flame, and disappeared with a whirr.

The Prime Minister stood there motionless. He knew that as long as he was still alive, he would never dare to mention this meeting with anyone. In this vast world, who would believe him?

After a while, his frightened heart slowly calmed down. He once tried to convince himself that Fudge was just an illusion because the election campaign made him exhausted and lack of sleep.

In order to get rid of all the things that reminded him of this unpleasant meeting, he gave the gerbil to his happy niece and ordered his personal secretary to take down the portrait of the little ugly man who informed Fudge about his visit.

But to his great 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 they tried to pry it off the wall without success.

In the end, the Prime Minister stopped trying, and just hoped that the thing would remain still and silent during his tenure.

Occasionally, he can be sure that the corner of his eyes 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 gray canvas.

However, the Prime Minister trained himself not to look at that portrait often. Whenever something strange like this happened, he always told himself that his eyes had an illusion.

Later, three years ago, on a night like today, the Prime Minister stayed alone in his office, and the portrait informed Fudge that Fudge was about to visit. Then Fudge jumped out of the fireplace, drenched like a chicken. , Looked panicked.

Before the Prime Minister had time to ask him why he dripped all the water on the Axminster pile carpet, Fudge started nagging angrily, referring to a prison that the Prime Minister had never heard of. The man who is "Little Gray Wolf" Black, a thing that sounds like Hogwarts, and a boy named Harry Potter, the prime minister heard in the clouds and didn't know what he was talking about Something.

"I just came from Azkaban."

Fudge said, panting heavily, and poured a lot of water from the brim of the bowler hat into his pocket, "You know, in the middle of the North Sea, this way is really choking... The dementor has rebelled— —"

He shivered~lightnovelpub.net~ They had never escaped before.

Anyway, I must come to you, Prime Minister.

Black is a famous Muggle killer, but he is likely to be ready to join the mysterious people...Of course, you don't even know who the mysterious people are! "

He looked at the first moment helplessly and said, "Oh, sit down, sit down, I'd better tell you in detail...a glass of whiskey..."

It was obviously in the office of his prime minister, but the other party told him to sit down and asked him to drink his own whiskey.

The Prime Minister was very annoyed, but he sat down anyway.

Fudge drew his wand out of thin air and conjured two large glasses filled with amber liquid. He pushed one of them into the hands of the Prime Minister, and then dragged him over to a chair.

Fudge talked for more than an hour, and when he reached a certain place, he refused to say a name out loud, and wrote it on a piece of parchment, and stuffed it into the prime minister's hand that didn't hold whiskey.

Finally, Fudge got up to leave, and the Prime Minister also stood up.

"So, you think..." He narrowed his eyes and looked at the name in his left hand. "Proudly--"

"That demon who can't even mention a name!"

"I'm sorry... you think the demon who can't even mention his name is still alive, don't you?"

"Yeah, that's what Dumbledore said," Fudge said, tightening the pinstriped cloak under his chin, "but we never found him.

In my opinion, he can only be dangerous if he is supported, so it is Black that we have to worry about.

You will announce that warning, right?

Great.

Okay, I hope we won't meet again.

Prime Minister, good night. "