Of course, Andrew can live his student life at a leisurely pace, but the other top people in the whole world continue to be crazy because of the last incident.

Minister Fudge, of course, had to communicate further with the female Muggle Minister, and the conversation between them always became more and more tense until Fudge lost his ministerial throne.

The shock of seeing Fudge for the first time was gradually dissipating.

The female minister was convinced that Fudge was in fact just an illusion, and after a tense campaign, the female minister was too sleep-deprived. In vain trying to remove everything that would remind the Minister of Woman's recollection, the Minister gave the gerbil to the Minister's niece and asked the private secretary to remove the portrait of the ugly man who had announced Fudge's visit.

To the dismay of the female minister, the portrait could not be moved at all. After several carpenters, a builder or two, an art historian and the Chancellor of the Exchequer had failed in their efforts to get it off the wall, the Prime Minister finally gave up his efforts and hoped that the portrait would never be touched again for the rest of the minister's term.

Sometimes, however, the minister swore to catch a glimpse out of the corner of her eye that the owner of the painting was yawning or scratching her nose, and even, once or twice, she stepped out of her frame, leaving only a piece of mud-colored canvas.

However, the female minister trained herself not to pay attention to the painting too often, and every time she saw it, the female minister always firmly told herself that her eyes loved to play a little joke with the female minister.

Three years ago, on a night that looked like tonight, the prime minister was alone in her office, and the portrait suddenly announced that Fudge was about to visit, and then Fudge burst out of the fireplace, drenched and nervous.

Before the Prime Minister could ask him why he had to make the carpet watery, Fudge began to growl, mentioning a prisoner that the Prime Minister had never heard of, a prisoner named "Little Messy Star" Black, a Hogwarts-sounding thing, and a boy named Harry Potter, none of whom the Prime Minister could understand.

“…… I've just come back from Azkaban," Fudge gasped, pouring water from the brim of his hat into his pocket. "In the middle of the North Sea, you know, disgusting travel...... The Dementors are in a commotion—"

The female minister shuddered, "—the women ministers never let anyone escape." I'm going to tell you anyway. Blake is a notorious Muggle killer and may be planning to return to the Mystery...... But of course, you don't even know who the mysterious man is!" the female minister looked at the prime minister in despair and said, "Well, sit down, sit down, I'd better tell you...... Let's have a glass of whiskey......"

The Prime Minister looked angry at being told to sit down in his office, let alone bring out her whiskey, but the female minister sat down anyway.

Fudge drew his wand, conjured two large cups filled with amber liquid from the air, shoved one of them to the Prime Minister, and sat down in a chair himself.

Fudge said for more than an hour. On one occasion, Fudge was reluctant to say a name out loud, so he wrote it down on a piece of parchment and stuffed it into the hand of the prime minister who did not hold whiskey. Finally Fudge stood up and prepared to leave, and the female prime minister also stood up.

"So what do you think of that ......" the female minister glanced at the name she was holding in her left hand, "Vol-"

"His name can't be mentioned!" Fudge said with a low growl.

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

"Well, Dumbledore said he's still alive," Fudge said, tucking his pinstriped cloak under his chin, "but we haven't been able to find him." If you ask me, I'd say he's not dangerous unless someone helps him, so it's Blake that we should be worried about. You're going to issue that warning, right? Great. Well, I hope we never have to meet again, Prime Minister! ”

But they met again. A year later, a tired-looking Fudge appeared in the air in the Cabinet room, informing the Prime Minister that there had been a little trouble at the Kwaidich (or at least it sounded) World Cup, and that several Muggles had been "involved", but there was no need to worry, the reappearance of the Mysterio's mark was not a cause for concern;

"Oh, I almost forgot," Fudge added. "We imported a couple of foreign dragons and a Sphinx in preparation for a school-to-school tournament, which is very ordinary, but the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control told me that the manual says that if we are going to bring very dangerous creatures to this country, we must notify you. ”

"I-what-dragon?" asked the female prime minister incoherently.

"Yes, three," Fudge said. "And a Sphinx. Well, have a great day. ”

The female prime minister was a little desperate to hope that the dragon and the sphinx were the worst, but no. Less than two years later, Fudge erupted from the fire again, this time bringing news of a mass prison break in Azkaban.

"Mass escape? So is the situation under control now? I mean, whatever that Azkaban is, the word prison escape is not something to look forward to?" the prime minister repeated hoarsely.

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Fudge roared, one foot already in the flames. "We've started a roundup right away - just think you should know!"

Before the prime minister could shout, "Wait a minute!" Fudge had already disappeared in a burst of green sparks.

Regardless of the news and the opposition, the prime minister is not a stupid person.

Although Fudge had promised the women ministers at the first meeting, now that the women ministers knew each other better, the women ministers did not fail to notice, and Fudge became more flustered with each visit.

While the Minister didn't want to think about the Minister of Magic (or the other Minister as she usually called Fudge in her head), the Prime Minister couldn't help but worry that Fudge's next appearance would bring even more gloomy news.

So the sight of Fudge, who looked unkempt and agitated, coming out of the fireplace, and the sight of the Prime Minister not knowing why he was visiting, was the worst thing that had happened in the dark week.

"How should I know—uh—what's going on in wizarding society?" said the prime minister. "I have a country to manage, and there's a lot to focus on at the moment, except for you-"

"We share a common concern," Fudge interrupted the female minister. "The Brodale Bridge is not broken. There are no real hurricanes either. Those murders were not Muggle works either. And maybe Herbert Jolly would have been safer if he had stayed away from his family. We are now in the process of arranging for him to be transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. The transfer is going to be completed tonight. ”

"You're saying—I'm afraid—what?" roared the Prime Minister, she had had enough of this kind of thing, and through Earl Lee's communication, she thought she knew enough about the bluffing, in fact, the chaotic wizarding world--- and now was the time to take the initiative.

Fudge took a deep breath and said, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back. The demon whose name he couldn't even mention is back. ”

"Come back, you say, 'Come back'...... Is he still alive? I mean—"

The prime minister groped in her memory for the details of the horrific conversation three years earlier, when Fudge said that everyone feared the wizard, who mysteriously disappeared fifteen years ago after committing more than a thousand horrific crimes.

"Yes, alive," Fudge said. "That is—I don't know—if a person can't be killed, does that mean he's alive? I don't really understand the word, and Dumbledore doesn't explain it clearly—but he has a body, he can walk, he can talk, and he can kill, so I think, for the sake of our discussion, yes, he's still alive. ”

Of course, Fudge knew what was going on, but he had exhausted all his means to keep it a secret, and now in order to minimize his responsibility, he could only adopt this strategy--- making himself appear innocent rather than deliberately concealing it.

The female prime minister did not know what to say, but out of a long-standing habit of wanting to be well-informed in all the topics discussed, the female minister began to search for any details she could recall from previous conversations.

"Is Little Chaos Star Black following — uh— the adversary who can't even mention his name?"

"Blake?" Fudge said as he spun his top hat around and was distraught. "Sirius Black, you mean? Oh my God, no. Looks like we've — uh— misunderstood Blake. He was innocent after all. He's not the one who can't even name the Adversary. I mean, maybe one or two of his sisters are, and we can all testify to this, but he's still good after all..."

Fudge turned his top hat faster, and said in general, "All the facts point to this—we have more than fifty witnesses—but anyway, as I said, someone was killed, and they were killed in the Ministry of Magic, and there is no way to cover it up, and there will be an investigation to find out who is responsible......"

To Fudge's great surprise, a hint of pity for Fudge flashed on the Prime Minister's face. As a politician, the female prime minister is just ignorant of the wizarding world, not stupid. Even if she didn't know the details of Azkaban, the Aurors, and the Dark Lord, she could understand what an investigation into a terrorist attack that took place in a government office could mean --- big trouble for the prime minister or minister!

But the prime minister immediately disguised it, and the minister thought that while she might not be as visible as Fudge in the fireplace, the minister would not allow a murder to take place in the government department under the minister's jurisdiction...... In any case, there is no ......

The prime minister stole her wooden table, and Fudge continued, "But we're just mentioning Blake in passing." The point is that we are at war, and Prime Minister, we have to take measures. ”

"At war?" the Prime Minister repeated nervously. "Surely it's an exaggeration. ”

"The Adversary, whose name can't even be named, now has a group of supporters, and they escaped from Azkaban in January. Fudge spoke more and more rapidly, turning the top hat in his hand so fast that it looked like a gray-green blurry ball.

"Since they were freed, they began to gather the old ministry and at the same time began to cause a disaster of revenge. Brodale Bridge - they did it, they did it, they did it, Prime Minister, they threatened that if I didn't give way to him, there would be a whole bunch of Muggles going to die, and ......"

"Oh my God, it's all your fault that those people died, and I had to answer that it was because the wires were rusty and the expansion joints were corroded, and I didn't know anything else!" said the prime minister furiously.

"My bad!" Fudge said, blushing. "Are you saying you'll succumb to blackmail like that?"

"Maybe not," the prime minister stood up and strode around the house, "but I will do my best to catch this blackmailer before he commits any such atrocities." ”

"Do you really think I'm not making every effort?" Fudge said fiercely. "Every Auror in the ministry has sought him out—and is looking for him and rounding up his followers, but we happen to be talking about the most powerful wizard of all time, one who has escaped pursuit for almost thirty years. ”

"It's even more unfortunate that we are not facing the enemy we are facing now, and you should know that the country across the strait is also in danger, and there is..."

Fudge's words were interrupted, and the female minister said coldly, "Wizard Army, I know..."

"Where did you hear that, I never have...."

"Hmph, after so much contact, if I still want to be a fool and just wait for you to send me 'good' news, I'm afraid I'm going to face the same step down as you now. Don't forget, we can have cooperation agreements between us, and although it seems like you've never taken it seriously, I'm different, and I value knowing anything unstable in my country. The female minister said coldly.

"Well," Fudge's face turned even paler, as if he realized that his ministerial throne was in jeopardy, "it was all the Death Eaters, not me, the trees were uprooted, the roofs were torn, the lampposts were bent, the horrific casualties—" Fudge said. "The follower of the Adversary whose name he can't even mention. And...... We suspect that the giants are also involved. ”

"So I suppose you're going to tell me that he's also creating a hurricane?" The female prime minister grew in temper and tougher with each step she took, and she became aggressive. It is infuriating to find the cause of all these terrible disasters and not to make them public;