"The state of war?" repeated the Prime Minister uneasily, "that must be an exaggeration." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"That's the way it is, and soon you're going to get all sorts of bizarre deaths. If you're lucky—we've received information that he's been injured in the battle at the Ministry of Magic, but the Dementors who have taken refuge in him won't stop, and now they're everywhere, ready to attack people—"

In the old days of carefreeness, the prime minister would find this sentence difficult to understand, but now he knows many things.

"I recall, the Dementors were guarding the prisoners of Azkaban?" he asked cautiously.

"It used to be like this," Phoenix said, staring at the prime minister, "not anymore." They leave the prison and are no longer under the control of the Ministry of Magic. ”

"But," said the Prime Minister, a fear growing in his heart, "did Fudge tell me that they were creatures designed to suck hope and joy out of people?"

"That's right. ”

The thought of these invisible creatures flying around the city and the country, spreading pessimism and despair among his electorate, made him feel like he was about to faint.

"The Minister will keep you informed of the situation in the future, Prime Minister—" Phoenix stopped talking abruptly, and an argument came from outside the door, but it quickly subsided.

"It's my secretary, and he's probably going to have something important to inform me, at least let your people bring the papers in. "First of all, I said weakly.

"I can tell you the content," Phoenix took out a pocket watch, and the prime minister looked at the watch without hands and numbers in a daze, "The content is an order issued by the President of the United States to prepare for combat at the global level, and the Soviet Union as a response is the same, an order issued fifteen minutes ago." ”

The Prime Minister felt a strong sense of nausea and dizziness after hearing this. Phoenix continued, as if to say a trivial matter.

"Don't be nervous, a few hours ago in the United States, there was an extremely serious magic leak. A few dragons destroyed a dragon farm and ran out into the city - well, you can imagine that, too many Muggle casualties and Muggles who witnessed the dragons. The International Confederation of Wizards has issued an emergency ****** calling on member states to support. ”

"I-what-fired?" the Prime Minister stammered, "how-?"

Phoenix motioned for him to cool down with some drink, and the Prime Minister drank it dry in a shudder. After filling him with another glass, he continued.

"Last year, a new magic was invented. You can understand that there is always a process of adaptation and testing of new things. I'm guessing someone tried to bond with the dragon, and it went awry. ”

"But-this-what are you going to do with it?" he asked fluently.

"It's troublesome, like I said before. There are so many sightings and casualties that it's not easy to find an excuse to cover up the past, and to make matters worse, the dragon was filmed on your TV station, and many people who watched it saw it. Phoenix said to the Prime Minister with a wry smile.

It took some time for the prime minister's frightened heart to calm down. He suddenly realized that it had little to do with Britain, and that it was the poor president, not him, the British prime minister, who was terrified.

He raised his head and looked directly into Phoenix's eyes, the boy's deep gaze, which made him a little disgusted, and he had a feeling of being seen through.

"It's a big city, a cosmopolitan city, as you would call it. Not only American television, but many countries have consulates and correspondents in that city. As soon as Phoenix opened his mouth, he said what the prime minister thought, "so we need the cooperation of the leaders of various countries." Secondly, a high-level meeting should be convened to discuss how to deal with this accident, and how can a city be remedied if it has been severely damaged?"

"You want me to come to your meeting?"

"Yes, a lot of Muggle leaders will be there, and you'll meet a lot of acquaintances. We meet directly in the United States. Because it's an emergency meeting, many leaders need a little time—" Phoenix pulled out his pocket watch again, "and if you're lucky, we'll be able to come up with a result tonight." Ten minutes later you have an emergency cabinet meeting, which Shackel will attend in your place. ”

"In my place - I'm afraid it won't - " the Prime Minister said angrily, "the situation needs me to help as much as I can, but you can't make decisions for me, okay?"

In the previous conversation, the boy seemed to know far more about the normal world than Fudge. The conversation between them went well, at least the prime minister could understand what Phoenix was saying, but it was too much to find someone to sit in the cabinet meeting in his place.

"It's urgent, and we have to act cheaply. It is only a temporary measure to stop the further spread of the news, and we feel that it will be effective in diverting the attention of Muggles from considering the confrontation between these two major military blocs in your world - once we have a result, both the Soviet Union and the United States will revoke the combat readiness order. So that meeting doesn't matter. Phoenix said mildly, and the glass disappeared into his hand.

"I'd suggest you think carefully about how you can make a difference in meetings, and I'm sure politicians are the same whether they do magic or not. "Phoenix began to guide the Prime Minister's thoughts, such a serious accident is beyond the scope of the Ministry of Magic can handle, and it will require close cooperation between the two worlds to solve. The advice and opinions of Muggle leaders are undoubtedly also important.

"If you run a country and there is a major accident, what are you going to do if you can't let the public know the truth? Think of a reason to divert people's attention, at least logically?"

The Prime Minister took a few deep breaths, stared at Phoenix's face seriously, and then looked at the portrait on the wall, where the little man was no longer in the portrait. No one yelled at him, Happy April Fool's Day. He was dead.

He stood up and strode around the room. He doesn't understand how to emerge from the furnace, but dealing with public crises is an important indicator of the government's ability to govern. Undoubtedly, if it is not handled properly, it will expose the magical world to the public eye, and it is easy to cause social panic. So what if this happens in the UK?

"I'm exactly, to make a point. The Muggle President must be satisfied, as far as I know, he is reluctant to let his government take the blame for this accident. ”

"Of course he won't, it would ruin his political life. "The Prime Minister affirms that now he is finally a bit of a leader.

"Come to think of it, I'm talking to you on the way," Phoenix pulled his chair and shouted out the door, "Shackle, we can go." ”

Shackel came in and handed a document to the Prime Minister.

"The contents sent by your secretary, of course, Mr. Peverell, have been told to you. He said slowly, "I still need a few hairs of your hair to complete the potion." ”

"Mine what?" the Prime Minister asked warily. The hand that took the document paused in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the steaming bottle in his hand.

"He needs your hair to pretend to be you. There is information about your body in your hair, and you can think of it as a cloning technique, but the principle is very different. ”

"You have this magic. The Prime Minister jerked his head and stared at Phoenix.

Phoenix nodded puzzled, wondering why the Prime Minister reacted so much.

"Hair. Shackel repeats mildly. After a moment's hesitation, the Prime Minister pulled off a few strands of hair and placed them on the palm of Shakel's hand.

The potion was added to the hair, and Shakel poured it down without hesitation. Soon, it was as if some kind of creature was wriggling beneath his skin. The Prime Minister did everything in his power not to call himself out - in a matter of seconds, another Prime Minister appeared in his office.

"The tie is not the right color, and there is no clause. Phoenix's gaze went back and forth between the two identical prime ministers, and Shackel kept pointing at his wand to turn his robe into a serious suit.

"Great, exactly the same. Phoenix praised. Then he pulled out a deflated broken football from his pocket, "Prime Minister, please put your hands on it, we're about to go." (To be continued.) )