It was almost midnight, and Prime Minister Mrs. May sat in her office looking at a long memo, but she didn't read it at all.

She was waiting for the president of a distant country to call her, wondering when the poor man would be able to call, and trying not to recall the unpleasant memories of this long, tiring and difficult week, and her mind was running out of room for anything else.

The Prime Minister feels that the whole world is working against her. Leaving the European single market, the lack of momentum for economic recovery, the immigrants from Africa, and the children in France who are not yet 40 years old, God, the female prime minister still feels the constant bickering of parliamentarians still ringing in her ears.

The more she tried to focus on the document in front of her, the more the satisfied faces of her political enemies became visible.

Even today, this particular adversary is in the news, listing the horrific things that have happened in the past week (as if everyone needs to be reminded) and explaining why all those things are the government's fault.

They blame the incompetence of the government, and compare it with the Far East--- which has just built several world miracle bridges, which they claim will not be built in a hundred years under the leadership of the prime minister--- in short, the ministry has been reduced to nothing.

The thought of these denunciations makes the female prime minister's heart beat faster because these things are neither fair nor true.

What do they know, do they know how much effort it takes to maintain the last vestiges of the empire? Do they think this is still the last century, the colonial era? That madman on the other side of the Atlantic doesn't make people worry every day, and on the other side of the English Channel, the politicians are not fools, and now that the earth is smaller, if you don't pay attention, the awakened dragon of the Far East may knock you away.

Now that the Tower of London has become the biggest stain on the performance of the female prime minister, those newspapers and magazines can write nonsense, and find some reason to criticize the ministry for how unreliable it is, and discuss whether Britain is no longer saved if it continues like this.....

After a period of desperate struggle, Minister Fudge, who was also facing a desperate situation, was publicly attacked by the Ministry of Magic, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back--- "The Owl Post" was full of articles discussing whether the Minister of Magic was a fool or controlled by the Imperius Curse, and the "Daily Prophet" gave Fudge a little face, but publicly demanded Fudge's resignation.

And the Death Eaters seem to have gone completely insane, they have started to operate completely openly, the terrorist attack at the Quidditch World Cup was still a cover-up, and now they have even begun to attack Muggle facilities--- the Thousand Joy Bridge over the River Thames was recently destroyed by a group of madmen - and more unfortunately, many Muggles died.

A pub had been blown to pieces, killing immigrants, some tourists from the Far East, and now the prime minister had to risk a budget explosion by placing patrols at every location in London to scout for any unusual personnel.

MI5 has increased its work fivefold, and they don't even know what they're looking for.

Why should his government be able to stop the bridge from breaking? Any accusation that they didn't spend enough money on building the bridge would be outrageous. The bridge was less than 10 years old, and even the best experts were puzzled as to why it simply broke in two, leaving a dozen cars in the river.

And who can blame the lack of police presence for the two brutal murders that came to light, or the government's failure to anticipate the grotesque hurricane in the southwest, which resulted in heavy casualties? Is it also his fault that one of his deputy ministers, Herbert Jolly, was forced to go home for those strange acts this week?

"Our country is enveloped in a gloomy mood, like a black cloud. Her political enemies made no secret of their blatant ridicule, as if she were the black cloud.

Unfortunately, he wasn't wrong. Even the female prime minister herself can feel it; Even the weather was gloomy, and in mid-July there was a cold fog...... It's not right, it's not normal......

She flipped to the second page of the memo to see how long it was, and finally gave up on it as if it were a nuisance.

She tugged at her somewhat tight necklace - it was to show her skill, and the stylist had specially instructed her to wear it every day, even though the Prime Minister did not like it too much.

She stretched, and looked around the office sadly. It's a gorgeous office, with a fine marble fireplace facing the sliding windows, keeping the unseasonable cold out.

The prime minister shuddered and got up and walked to the window, where only a thin fog pressed against the windowpane. Just as she was standing with her back to the room, a soft cough suddenly came from behind her.

She froze, her angry face reflected in the glass.

Lee had told her those things, the world, the people.... She remembered that when Lee said those things, she looked at him with the eyes of a madman, but.... These things are real?!

The Prime Minister could scarcely hold back her roar that she really should have put the army in London at once and throw all these chaotic elements into the fire of the Tower of London.

She recognized the cough. I've heard it before. He turned very slowly, facing the empty room.

"Hello?" she struggled to make her voice sound calmer than she had - at least she didn't breathe fire - when will these fools be able to govern their country?

After a few moments, she was ready to believe that no one would respond to her.

But a crisp, resolute voice popped out, as if reading a prepared statement. The voice—as the prime minister had anticipated at the first cough—came from a small, dirty painting in the corner of the room of a short man in a silver-white wig and who looked like a frog.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. We need to meet urgently. Fast recovery. Sincerely, Fudge. The man in the portrait looked at the Prime Minister inquiringly.

"Uh," said the Prime Minister, "listen...... I don't have time right now...... I'm waiting for a call, you know...... From President Trump – the president of one of the largest Muggle countries in the world..."

"That can be rearranged," the portrait said immediately. The female prime minister's heart sank, and she let herself take a deep breath again, trying not to breathe fire--- don't these idiots even understand basic etiquette?

"But I really want to be and-"

"We'll arrange for that president to forget about tonight's phone call. He'll call again tomorrow night," the diminutive man said. "Please reply to Mr. Fudge quickly. ”

"You ...... Hehe...... Well, I hope you can make the world forget about something else. The female prime minister said coldly. "Okay, I'll see Fudge. ”

She walked briskly back to his desk, straightening the necklace as she went. No sooner had she had time to return to her seat and put on a pretended relaxed expression when a bright green flame erupted from beneath her marble mantelpiece.

She looked there, trying not to show a hint of anger or irritability, when a fat man appeared in the flames of the fireplace, spinning as fast as a spinning top.

After a few seconds, he climbed out and stood on a fine antique mat, dusting off the sleeve of his pinstriped cape, and holding a gray-green bowler hat in his hand.

It's this idiot, who doesn't have the ability to match his position at all, and now he has to take the blame for his mistakes again--- last time he escaped from Alukaban or Akaliban or Akaliban--- in short, every time I see him, it's not good.

"Ah...... Prime Minister," Cornelius-Fudge said, striding over to the Prime Minister and extending her hand. "I'm glad to see you again. ”

The Prime Minister couldn't respond with sincerity in response to the greeting - the Prime Minister was surprised that she didn't breathe fire directly at Fudge--- she just didn't say anything.

She wasn't at all happy to see Fudge, and every visit from Fudge (not to mention that it was an alarm in its own right) usually meant that she was about to hear some very bad news.

What's more, Fudge looked tormented by worry. He became thinner, with less hair, and his face was grayer and wrinkled.

Female prime ministers have seen this look in politicians before, and it is never a good omen.

"Is there anything I can do?" said the prime minister, briefly shaking Fudge's hand and pointing to the hardest chair in front of the table, "I still have a lot to deal with, you know, the secession negotiations are at a critical juncture, we have less than two years to go, and I need to do a lot to fight for more...."

For the sake of the messenger who brought bad news under a small revenge, the female prime minister deliberately said a bunch of things that he must not understand as an opening statement.

"I don't know where to start," Fudge muttered quietly, pulling out his chair and sitting down, his green top hat on his lap. "What a bad week, what a bad week......"

"Have you had a bad week too?" the prime minister asked stiffly, hoping to make Fudge understand that not counting Fudge was enough for him.

"Yes, of course," Fudge said, rubbing his tired eyes and looking at the prime minister depressedly. "I've had a bad week just as bad as you, Prime Minister. Millennium Bridge ...... The murders of Bones and Vance...... Not to mention the commotion in the southwest......"

"You-uh-I mean, some of you are also — involved in these — these things, aren't you?"

Fudge glared at the female prime minister with a stern gaze.

"Of course it is," he said. "You know what's going on, right?"

"I... I'm afraid I don't know anything..."The Prime Minister took another deep breath--- she should have known a long time ago, Lee had already warned her, if she couldn't control the situation strongly, the chaos that overflowed from the wizarding world would completely destroy the whole of Britain!

It was this kind of behavior that made the female prime minister very disgusted with each visit of Fudge.

After all, the woman is the prime minister, and she doesn't want to be treated as an ignorant student, let alone always be treated as the one who is informed.

But that happened from the first meeting she had with Fudge when she first became prime minister. It was like yesterday, and she remembered it, and was sure it would haunt her until the day she died.

She was standing alone in this office, savoring the victory she had won after so many years of dreams and plans, when she heard a cough behind her, and turned around to find the ugly man in the portrait speaking to her, announcing that the Minister of Magic was ready to meet her.

Naturally, she thought that the long campaign and tense election had left her mind a little foggy. She was horrified when she found a portrait talking to him, though it wasn't as crazy as when a wizard came out of the fireplace and shook her hand.

She was speechless as Fudge explained to her that the world was full of hidden wizards--- what he was talking about?--- Fudge was relieved that the Ministry of Magic would be responsible for the entire wizarding community and not let the non-magical crowd find out about them, and he didn't have to bother with it---- hehe.

He added that it was not an easy task to manage, covering everything from regulating the responsibility for the use of broomsticks to keeping the number of dragons under control (the prime minister remembers that she had to hold on to the table to support herself). Finally, Fudge paternally patted the stunned Prime Minister on the shoulder.

None of the politicians' words were credible, Fudge had completely screwed up, Earl Lee had told her completely, she knew everything, Fudge's predicament, and the Death Eater terrorists, and the horrible wizard army that was gathering across the Channel.

As the Prime Minister of the wizarding world, what are you doing?!

"There's nothing to worry about," he said at the time, "and you'll probably never have to see me again." I'll only bother you when something really serious happens on our side, unless it's big enough to affect Muggles, non-magical people, perhaps. Otherwise, we'll be fine. And, I must admit that you can bear this better than your predecessor. He wanted to throw me out of the window, thinking I was sent by my opponent to fool him. ”

At this time, the prime minister finally found out that she was able to speak again.

"So, you-you're not fooling me?"

She was still trying to be in her death throes--- and the female prime minister was ashamed of her performance at the time.

"No," Fudge said softly. "I'm afraid not. See. ”

He turned the prime minister's teacup into a gerbil.

"But," the Prime Minister was once again ashamed of her gaffe--- she was completely frightened by the appearance of these magic-wielding wizards, thinking how clever they were, but it turned out to be the opposite of what she thought, and they were terrible, perhaps not even as good as a political school graduate.

"But why - why didn't anyone tell me ——?"

"The Minister of Magic only identifies himself to the Prime Minister at the time," Fudge said, tucking his wand back into the pocket of his jacket. "We've found that this is the best way to keep it secret. ”

"But," the female prime minister whispered, "why hasn't a former prime minister warned me ——?"

That's when Fudge really laughed.

"My dear Prime Minister, will you tell anyone? And we will have special personnel--- special personnel to modify the memory--- to make sure that these things are not leaked by any nonsense. ”

Fudge threw some powder into the fireplace, still giggling and walking into the emerald green flames, and the snort vanished. The Prime Minister stood there, knowing that she would not mention it to any living person, for who in the world would believe her?

Until Count Lee appeared, the female prime minister had been trying to treat this matter as a dream--- she had this fantasy when she was very young, but everyone would have it, wouldn't it?--- Lee revealed to her the complete existence of the wizarding world, and some things that she had not thought of at all, that the female prime minister really understood what it meant that day.