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"I don't want to be disturbed."

Scrimgeour said impatiently, "Or be watched."

He added another sentence and pointed at the window with his magic wand, and the curtains were closed.

"Okay, I'm a busy person, let's get straight to the point. First, we need to discuss your safety issues."

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—"

"But, we are not satisfied." Scrimgeour interrupted him. "If the Prime Minister is under the Imperius Curse, the Muggles will suffer, the new secretary outside your office—"

"I will never chase Kingsley Shaker away, if this is your suggestion!"

The Prime Minister said excitedly, "He is extremely efficient and does twice as much work as others—"

"That's because he is a wizard,"

Scrimgeour said, without the slightest smile on his face, "A well-trained Auror, specially sent to protect you."

"Hey, wait a minute!" the Prime Minister yelled, "You can't just put your people in my office, I will decide who works for me—"

"I think you are satisfied with Shaker?" Scrimgeour said coldly.

"Yes—I mean, it used to be—"

"Then there is no problem, is it?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I...Yes, as long as Shaker's work has been so... um... so good." The Prime Minister said weakly, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear it at all.

"Also, about Herbert Cholet—your Assistant Minister," he continued, "the one who imitated the duck and made the public amused."

"What's wrong with him?"

"This is obviously his reaction after he was hit by a crappy Impermanence."

Scrimgeour said, "His mind is confused, but it does not rule out that he will be in danger."

"He just learned a few duck calls!"

The Prime Minister weakly defended, "More rest...Drink less alcohol...Surely..."

"Just as we were talking, a medical team at the St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital was examining him.

So far, he has tried to strangle three of them.

I think we better transfer him from Muggle society temporarily. "

"I... then... will he get better?" the Prime Minister asked worriedly, and Scrimgeour just shrugged his shoulders and turned back towards the fireplace.

"Well, that's all I have to say.

I will keep you informed of developments in time, Prime Minister—or, I may be too busy to spare the time to come in person, so I will send Fudge here. He has agreed to stay as a consultant. "

Fudge tried to squeeze a smile, but he didn't succeed, it seemed like he was suffering from a toothache.

Scrimgeour was already rummaging in his pocket for the mysterious powder that made the flames green.

The Prime Minister stared at the two of them hopelessly for a moment, and then finally blurted out the word he had been holding back all night.

"But, from the point of heaven—you are wizards! You can do magic! You can definitely solve—yes—solve any problems!"

Scrimgeour slowly turned around and exchanged a puzzled look with Fudge.

Fudge finally smiled this time, and said with a pleasant face: "The problem is, the other side will also use magic, Prime Minister."

After speaking, the two wizards stepped into the bright green flames and disappeared.

And just a few minutes after the two wizards disappeared, the prime minister's phone rang.

After picking up, the secretary's voice came.

Of course, not Kingsley.

"Prime Minister, Queen's phone call, come in?"

The Prime Minister took the time to adjust his state, and said in a deep voice, "Let's take it."

…

The record of this sad meeting was sent to Jon’s desk as soon as it was over. In fact, Jon didn’t particularly want to deal with this. The Hufflepuff Institute of Magic Research has spread the network of influence into magic. Within the Ministry, after all, they are just an unofficial society organization, and they are not involved in any conflict of rights with the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, on the surface, they definitely have no conflict.

However, an organization cannot be as simple as it says on the surface. They have a lot of things to do. These things give them a not weak influence. Especially in the current chaotic situation, everyone is I want to learn more magic to protect myself and my family.

After all, Jon is still the nominal co-founder of the Society for the Study of Magic. His magical photos are hung on the wall of the secretary-general’s office of the Society, along with those of Helga, Dumbledore, Professor Sprout, and several other students. Photos or portraits hang together.

So he took a cursory glance at the meeting minutes sent by Kingsley-the new monitor produced by the ao laboratory can fully adapt to the magic environment, and Kingsley is a very good monitor. He added it very completely. This part of the content.

—These contents can be used directly in the book without even modification.

Jon drew the report with a blue and silver tick, and then handed it to Kane to send it to Privet Road. Then he remembered Snape. He had promised Snape’s protection magic before, but had not yet handed it in. In Snape's hands, but considering that Dumbledore was still alive, he should be in no danger for the time being.

In fact, sometimes, it’s very tiring to do a play. It’s clear that you can finish this thing quickly, but you have to drag it slowly. Things that can be done with force have to use tactics, which is actually quite painful. . UU reading www.uukanshu.cOM

Jon doesn't think this is a problem, he just finds it troublesome. In many cases, humans simplify things only because they find it troublesome.

Sometimes he is lazy, and laziness makes a person evolve.

At least recently, he felt that his thinking was very smooth, and when he thought of saving time for rest, he was able to quickly deal with all the problems, and then returned home to stay.

This kind of weather is so hot that people don't want to move. It's so good at home. The magic circle can be kept at a comfortable temperature, and there are elves to serve him.

A good life can indeed corrupt a person's will, especially when he does not need to do everything himself.

Laura has gradually entered the right track, although the way she used is a little bit bright, but the matter is urgent and no one can say anything.

She was about to save everyone back. Under this circumstance, it would be too much to say anything else.

And Grindelwald has also made progress there, not the research in the laboratory, but the strength of Grindelwald himself.

Helga... It’s normal for a **** to sleep for a year or two. According to what Jon knows, the ancient Greek gods, every sleep in these years lasts for ten years, and After that, it was just a few days of waking up.

He thought about it, planning to visit Helga's world some time later, and suddenly received a message.

The news came from a magic "telegraph" he sent to Snape, which can preserve pictures and sounds, and can also record and transmit at the same time.

If this thing suddenly sends a message to him, it means that Snape's residence has been visited by people, and that he is not a good person.

Eighty percent are those dark wizards.