"That's not a hurricane," Fudge said sadly.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" the prime minister shouted, stomping his foot. "Trees have been uprooted, roofs have been torn apart, lampposts have been bent, terrible casualties—"

"That's what the Death Eaters did," Fudge said. "The follower of the Adversary whose name he can't even mention. And...... We suspect that the giants are also involved. ”

"And now we are facing not only this group of Death Eaters, but also the wizard army of the opposite continent, which is an even bigger trouble, they have at least tens of thousands of people, and they are well organized, and the most terrible dark wizard --- Gatler rules them. Now the Ministry of Magic has done its best, and there is nothing left left. ”

The female prime minister stopped her steps, as if she had hit an invisible wall.

"What is involved? I don't understand, it seems that except for the trouble we had to face before, you mean we have more trouble?"

"I'm afraid so. Haven't you noticed the strange things that have happened in Germany lately, the riots at the rallying quarters, and the trucks that crashed into the crowd and detonated bombs in the crowd....."

"No, I always thought it was because of the immigrants, the immigrants from the Two Rivers Valley, they didn't have jobs, they didn't have clean sheets, they didn't have food, that's why they went crazy, wasn't it because of that?"

"Of course, of course, those ordinary Muggles have done some bad things, but you think about it, they are just ordinary people, they can't do anything without someone to help them, you Aurors, I mean the police, are not fools, and those poor immigrants can't do anything without the help of the wizarding army. ”

"How so?" the Prime Minister could hardly believe her ears, she felt that she was still in a nightmare, in which she had to bear the blame for not her own mistakes, "but the wizards on the other side should also have a management department, don't they have a Ministry of Magic, or a Minister of Magic like yours? I heard Lee say that they also have..."

"Yes, not long ago, their Ministry of Magic was still functioning normally, a few weeks ago I just exchanged a letter with the Minister of Magic of the Seine, unfortunately that was the last time we communicated, and soon after, my people brought me bad news--- several Ministries of Magic were controlled by the Wizard Army, and even their ministers---- some were captured, and some were killed directly. Saying this, Fudge shrank slightly--- it's good that he is not the Minister of Magic now, otherwise he doesn't know what he will do if the Dark Lord attacks the Ministry of Magic?--- he is just a politician, and the war with the Dark Wizard is an Auror's business, isn't it?

"Oh my God, you're saying that on the other side of the continent of Obarro, some of the Ministries of Magic have fallen? I mean, like World War II, they've been captured?" the Prime Minister staggered, "What about us in Britain?

Fudge smiled wryly. "It's not a good idea either, but it's good that we still control most of London, at least formally and we're still in an advantageous position, but it's not guaranteed how long that advantage will last. The last time the Dark Lord used the Giant in search of a grand effect. The Misleading Office is working around the clock, we have a team of memory cancellers to revise the memories of Muggles who have seen the real situation, and almost all the members of the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control are busy in Somerse, but we can't find the giants - it's a disaster. ”

"Is this true?" said the prime minister furiously.

"I wouldn't deny that morale in the ministry is very low right now," Fudge said. "In addition to those, we also lost Amelia Bones, and although we did not find her body, there were some eyewitnesses ...... ”

"Lost whom?"

"Amelia Bones. Director of the Legal Enforcement Division. We thought it was the demon who couldn't even mention her name, who killed her personally, because the Minister was a very talented wizard, and—and there were signs that he actually fought, though we found her body.... ”

Fudge cleared his throat and seemed to make a great effort not to turn his hat.

"But the murder made it to the newspapers," the prime minister quickly suppressed his anger. "Our newspaper. Amelia Bones ...... It only says that she is a middle-aged woman who lives alone. That's — dirty murder, isn't it? The cops are confused, you know. Now you're telling me, you didn't find the body, what the hell does that mean?"

Fudge sighed. "Oh, of course they will. Killed in a locked house, didn't we? On the other hand, we know exactly who did it, but that doesn't help us catch him. And then then Emmeline Vance, maybe you haven't heard the name—"

"Oh, I've heard of it!" said the prime minister. "It's actually happening around here. The newspapers made a big fuss about it: trampling on law and order in the Prime Minister's backyard -"

"And as if that weren't enough," Fudge said, barely listening to the Prime Minister, "we still have Dementors pouring out and attacking the crowd everywhere. ”

In the past, this phrase might have seemed inexplicable to the prime minister, but women ministers are now wiser. She had learned in detail and depth about these wizarding world troubles through Count Lee, and she knew Azkaban.

"I thought the Dementors were guarding Azkaban prison?" said the female minister cautiously.

"They used to be," Fudge said wearily. "But not anymore. They seem to have abandoned the prison and taken refuge with the demon whose name he couldn't even mention. I won't deny that it was a sudden blow. ”

"But," said the prime minister, sensing a growing sense of fear, "you're not telling me that they're creatures that drain people of hope and joy, do you?"

"That's it. They are breeding. That's what fogged up. ”

The female prime minister slumped into the nearest chair. The thought of those invisible animals flying around towns and villages, spreading despair among their constituents, makes women ministers feel weakened.

"Now, listen, Fudge—you have to do something! It's your responsibility as Minister of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, after all of this, will you believe that I am still Minister of Magic? I was fired three days ago! It's been two weeks since the entire wizarding world vehemently demanded my resignation. I've never seen women ministers so united in my tenure!" Fudge plucked up his courage and smiled.

The female prime minister was speechless for a while. Despite the fact that the woman minister was very angry about the current situation, the woman minister was quite sympathetic to the shriveled man sitting in front of him.

"I'm very sorry," the female minister said eventually. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Thank you very much, Prime Minister, but there's nothing more I can do. I have been sent tonight to provide you with an update on these recent events, and to introduce you to my successor. I think he's supposed to be there, but of course, he's supposed to be very busy at this point, with so much going on. ”

Fudge looked back at the ugly man with curly silver-white hair in the portrait, who was gouging his ears with a quill.

The female minister made contact of Fudge's gaze and said, "He'll be here in a moment, he's almost done writing his letter to Dumbledore." ”

"Good luck to him," Fudge said, sounding a little bitter at first. "I've been writing a letter to Dumbledore every two days for the past two weeks, but he's unmoved. If he's ready to convince the boy, I'll ...... Well, maybe Scrimgeour would have been more successful. ”

Fudge retreated into a distressing silence, but it was immediately broken by the crisp, official-tone voice of the portrait.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Request a meeting. Urgent. Fast recovery. Rufus-Scrimgeur, Minister for Magic. ”

"Yes, yes, well," said the Prime Minister distraughtly, and when the flames in the fireplace turned emerald green again, the female minister barely flinched, and another wizard spun from within, and in a moment the female minister was spat out by the flames onto the quaint mat. Fudge stood up, and after a moment of hesitation, the female prime minister also stood up, and they watched as the new guests stood up, dusted off their long black robes, and looked around.

When the Prime Minister first saw Rufus-Scrimgeur, he thought he was like an old lion. He has long brown hair and thick eyebrows interspersed with strands of gray hair, and a pair of sharp yellow eyes under a pair of metal-framed glasses. Although he walked with a slight limp, he exuded a casual and leisurely elegance. The Prime Minister felt that he understood why the wizarding society had chosen him to replace Fudge as leader in such a critical time.

"Hello. The Prime Minister said politely and held out his hand.

Scrimgeour simply grabbed it and shook it, his eyes scanning the room, then pulling a wand from his robe.

"Fudge has told you everything?" he asked, striding over to the door, tapping his wand to the keyhole. The Prime Minister heard the lock ring.

"Uh-yes," said the Prime Minister. "If you don't mind, I hope you don't lock that door. ”

"I'd rather not be interrupted," Scrimgeour said succinctly, "or be watched," he added, pulling down the curtains from the window with his wand. "Okay, then, I'm a busy man, so let's get busy. First, we need to discuss your security. ”

The female prime minister jumped up and said, "I'm very happy with my security situation at the moment, and I am very impressed—"

"Alright, well, that's not the case," Scrimgeour interrupted the female minister. "For Muggles, if their Prime Minister is controlled by the Imperius Curse, their prospects are not good. The new secretary in your office outside—"

"I will not give up Kingsley Shackel if you say you want to abandon him!" said the Prime Minister vehemently. "He's very capable, and can do twice as much as the rest of—"

"That's because he's a wizard," Scrimgeour said with a slight smile. "A highly trained Auror, assigned to do your protection work. ”

"Wait!" said the prime minister. "You can't just put your people in my office, it's up to me to decide who works for me - and I have a good relationship with Earl Lee, I can pick and choose the wizards I like, and I have direct access to wizards...."

"I thought you were happy with Shackle?Lee?you mean our special adviser to the Ministry of Magic, Lee" Scrimgeour said coldly, glancing at Fudge, who nodded, "He can indeed help you, but it's not enough, the Ministry of Magic has to make sure that nothing goes wrong on the Muggle side, and the situation is so bad now" Scrimgeour had a flash of gloom in his eyes.

"I'm — that means, I was — Shackle, of course, but I have to make sure that, well, I'm authoritative, I'm independent, you can't do that for me," the prime minister insisted.

"Then that's fine, isn't it? I'll promote Lee to the position of the Minister's commissioner in the Muggle world, and he'll be in charge of our contact later. Scrimgeour said.

"I ...... Well, as long as Shackle's work remains...... Belch...... Outstanding, Lee, of course, he is also a gentleman of great repute in our world, and I would certainly fully believe him. The prime minister calmed down, but Scrimgeour barely listened to the female minister.

"Now, about Herbert Jolly – your under-chief," he continued. "The one who delights the masses by imitating ducks. ”

"What's wrong with him?" the Prime Minister asked.

"He's clearly caught a not-so-clever Imperius curse," Scrimgeour said. "It broke his brain, but he's still dangerous. ”

"He's just learning how to bark!" said the prime minister weakly. "Of course, there are some other problems...... Maybe like drinking......"

"While we were talking, a group of therapists from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries were examining him. So far, he's tried to strangle three of them," Scrimgeour said. "I think it's better to isolate him from Muggle society for the time being. ”

"I ...... All right...... He's going to get better, isn't he?," the prime minister asked anxiously. Scrimgeour just shrugged his shoulders and had already gotten up and walked to the fireplace.

"Okay, that's what I want to say. I'll let you know how things are going, Prime Minister – or, at least, I might be too busy to come to you personally, in which case I'll send Fudge. He had promised to remain in a position where he would advise. ”

Fudge tried to smile, but was unsuccessful; Scrimgeour had begun to fumble in his pocket for the mysterious powder that would turn the flames green. The female prime minister stared at the two of them in despair for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say the words that he had suppressed all night.

"God—— you're wizards! you can do magic! You're sure you can solve—well—any problem!"

Scrimgeour slowly turned around and exchanged a skeptical look with Fudge, who was really trying to squeeze out a smile this time, and he said gently, "But the problem is that the other side can also do magic, Prime Minister." ”

With that, the two of them walked into the bright green flames one after the other and disappeared.