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"Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is widely regarded as the greatest wizard of his time, a recipient of the Order of Merlin of the First Degree, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot. "At the same time, he's also the only wizard to be afraid of the demon who can't even mention his name, and he knows a lot of secrets about the mysterious man, guess......"

"Since this wizard is so great, why don't you let him defeat that adversary?"

"This goes back to our original topic, the mystery man seems to be immortal. Fudge said bitterly, "Or rather, it's not so easy to defeat, even Dumbledore can't do it." ”

Silence fell back in the office, and the prime minister stopped asking questions.

He couldn't help but wonder, in the face of an immortal terrible monster, could they really win in this war?

He felt like his head was a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

If he could, he really hoped to wake up and find that it was all a dream.

After about five minutes, the man in the portrait broke his silence when he suddenly said in a crisp, official voice, "To the Muggle Prime Minister, request a meeting." The matter is urgent, please reply immediately, Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeur. ”

"Okay, okay, yes. The Prime Minister said distraughtly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and a second whirling wizard appeared in the middle of the flames.

He spun around for a moment and walked over to the antique carpet.

The Prime Minister looked at the scene and did not show any fear.

Fudge stood up, and the Prime Minister hesitated before standing up.

He watched as the newcomer straightened up, and the other man dusted off the ashes from his black robes and looked to the right and left.

This person......

Looking at him, the Prime Minister suddenly had a ridiculous idea, Scrimgeour lived like an old lion.

His brown hair and thick eyebrows were interspersed with gray wisps, behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp yellow eyes, and although his legs were a little lame, he walked with the dashing stride of a meteor, which made one immediately feel that he was a sharp, tough fellow.

The Prime Minister thinks he understands why the wizarding community wants Scrimgeour instead of Fudge to be their leader during this time of crisis.

During the war, such tough hawks are needed to lead.

Overall, the Prime Minister's first impression of Scrimgeour was very good, much better than that of Fudge.

He hoped that the other side would be able to resolve the current troubles, or at least not make the situation worse.

"Hello!" said the Prime Minister politely, extending his hand to him.

Scrimgeour didn't rush to shake hands with the first, his eyes swept around the room, as if to make sure it was safe.

His appearance makes one can't help but suspect that there are several armed thugs hiding in this room.

Then, Scrimgeour shook the Prime Minister's hand and drew a wand from his robes.

"Fudge told you everything?" he asked, striding to the door, tapping his wand on the keyhole, and the Prime Minister heard the lock click.

"Well, that's right. The prime minister said, "I hope the door is not locked if you don't mind." ”

"I don't want to be disturbed. Scrimgeour said impatiently, "Or being watched, you don't seem to understand your current situation, you're dangerous, this office isn't safe at all." ”

As he spoke, he pointed his wand at the window, and the curtains were closed.

It can be clearly seen that what appears to be an angular glass compartment appears overhead, enveloping them.

A silvery-white glow flashed across the glass cover, and the space returned to its normal appearance, as if nothing had happened.

The Prime Minister looked at it, trying to adapt himself to the current situation, it was just a magic, he disagreed with Scrimgeur's claim, he was the safest place in the whole of Britain and the whole world except for the Queen's, but he appreciated the measures taken by the other party, and he was obviously a professional.

"I just listened to Fudge......"

"Looks like Fudge didn't tell you everything very well, or rather, you didn't get it. Scrimgeour interrupted the Prime Minister and said impatiently, "I'm a busy man and don't have much time to waste here, so let's get straight to the point." First, we need to discuss your security concerns. ”

The attitude of the other party made the prime minister's newly raised goodwill disappear, and these wizards seemed to be the same.

"Fudge just told me that there was a mad wizard who wanted to come and control me, which was obviously ridiculous. The Prime Minister tried to keep his back straight, "I'm happy with the security measures in place, thank you very much......"

"We are not satisfied. Scrimgeour interrupted him again, "You don't have any protection here, he can come here whenever he wants, if the Prime Minister falls under the Imperius Curse, Muggles will suffer, especially in this situation." By the way, that new secretary outside your office......"

"I would never have kicked Kingsley Shackel away, if that's what you're suggesting!" the Prime Minister enthused, "he's extremely efficient and does twice as much work as anyone else!"

"Obviously, that's because he's a wizard," Scrimgeour said, without a smile on his face, "a well-trained Auror, sent specifically to protect you, but according to the latest information I have, it's not enough. ”

"Hey, wait!" shouted the Prime Minister, "you can't just put your people in my office, it's up to me to decide who works for me......"

"I suppose you're happy with Shackle, aren't you?" said Scrimgeour coldly, interrupting him again.

"Yes, I mean, it used to be ......"

"Then there's no problem, is it?" asked Scrimgeur.

"I ...... yes, as long as Shackle's work has been so, well, so good, it shouldn't be a problem. The Prime Minister said weakly, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear at all.

"And, about Herbert Joley, your assistant minister!" he continued, "not long ago, the man who imitated the duck and amused the public. ”

"Fudge just told me that he was being controlled!"

"That's right, a crappy Imperius curse. Scrimgeour said disdainfully, "He's confused, but it doesn't rule out that he's in danger, so we've put quarantine measures on him, you need to replace an assistant minister, and we'll arrange for an Auror to ......come over as soon as possible."

"Wait, Herbert might just need more rest and less drink......"

"Don't interrupt me, repeat, I don't have enough time to be here all the time. Scrimgeour said impatiently, interrupting the Prime Minister again, "Do you really understand the current situation? The Ministry of Magic Aurors are short on staff, and every elite Auror is very precious, but we have to send another person over to protect you and ensure your safety as best we can." ”