It was almost midnight, and the prime minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memorandum that he needed to wait for a call from a distant local president. So many bad things have happened this month, and the prime minister rubbed his somewhat stiff face, maybe it's time to take a vacation for himself.

The Prime Minister doesn't care what is written on the memo at all, his brain is now thinking about something else. It is incomprehensible that there were three aviation accidents in Britain in one week - the weather was fine, the captain was experienced, and the radar had been locked on the plane, but the plane disappeared without a trace, and the worst thing was that it happened three times at the same time, coupled with the recent frequent disappearances, the public and the opposition parties have intensified their condemnation of the government.

What a terrible tenure, I wish it was over soon, the prime minister thought.

He flipped to the second page of the memo and found that it was still very long, and knew that it was impossible to read it, so he simply gave up. He stretched his arms above his head and looked at his office depressedly. It was a very imposing room, with a beautiful marble fireplace facing the long sashed windows, which were closed tightly to keep out the unseasonal cold fog outside. The prime minister shuddered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist clinging to the windowpane. As he stood there with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He froze, his own frightened face in the dark windowpane in front of him. He slowly turned around and faced the empty room.

"Hey?" he said, trying to make his voice sound brave.

At that moment, he knew that it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped in his heart that no one would agree to him. Immediately, however, a voice answered, this one crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech. The Prime Minister knew it was coming from the little frog-like man in a long silver wig when he heard the first cough. He was the figure in a small, dirty oil painting in the corner of the room.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Request an urgent meeting. Please reply immediately. Faithful, Fudge. The man in the painting looked at the Prime Minister inquiringly.

"Well," said the Prime Minister, "listen...... This time is not right for me...... I'm waiting for a phone call...... It's a president—"

"That can be rescheduled. The portrait said without thinking. The Prime Minister's heart sank. That's what worries him.

"But I do want to talk to him—"

"We're going to make the president forget about the phone call. He'll call again tomorrow night. The little man said, "Please reply to Mr. Fudge at once." ”

"I ...... Oh...... Well," said the Prime Minister helplessly, "yes, I'll see Fudge." ”

He hurried to his desk and straightened his tie. He had just sat down, adjusting his facial expression to be as relaxed and composed as he had hoped. I saw a bright green flame suddenly appear in the empty grate under the marble fireplace. The Prime Minister tried his best to hide his surprise and panic, and watched as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top. A few seconds later, the big fat man stepped over the grate, a yellow-green bowler hat in his hand, stood on a fine antique carpet, and dusted the ashes from the sleeve of his thin striped cloak.

"Huh...... Prime Minister, "Cornelly. Fudge said, striding over. Holding out a hand, "It's a pleasure to see you again." ”

The prime minister did not want to answer this polite remark from the bottom of his heart, so he said nothing. He didn't want to see Fudge at all, because Fudge always brought bad news.

"Can I do something for you?" asked the Prime Minister. He hurriedly shook Fudge's hand and motioned for him to sit down in the hardest chair in front of the table.

"I don't know where to start," Fudge muttered, pulling over his chair and sitting down. Putting that green yarmulke hat on his knees, "It's been a choking week, it's been choking......"

"Have you had a bad week?" asked the prime minister with a straight face. He wanted the other party to understand that he had enough things to worry about and didn't want to share anything for Fudge.

"yes, that's needless to say. Fudge said as he rubbed his eyes wearily and looked at the Prime Minister sadly, "I've had a much worse time than you this week, Prime Minister." There have been a lot of situations in the wizarding world, and someone has joined forces to impeach me and get me out of office. ”

"That sounds really unfortunate. The Prime Minister said, trying to make his voice more sympathetic, "Why do the wizards impeach you?"

Fudge frustratedly tugged at his green bowler hat, "Who knows, maybe it's Dumbledore, maybe it's the wizarding nobles - who knows, they want to get me out of power anyway." ”

"Oh, that does sound terrible. The prime minister said, "Then they have to have a reason, right?"

"Huh, reason?" Fudge stood up, "Reason they can always find a lot, Dumbledore said that I influenced the independence of education, used illegal means to buy Hogwarts, interfered with normal teaching - but look at what he is doing? The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher changes every year, and the teacher who applies is either a psychopath, a werewolf, a half-blood giant, can I do it if I don't interfere?"

Fudge walked around the office irritably, "Those wizard aristocrats are even more interesting, they say that I kill the inhuman races - as if they are protective of magical creatures. There is also a madman who says that I have formed an army of Haliopa and wants to control the entire wizarding world, and the worst thing is that this madman also has a gossip tabloid that sells well. ”

"I beg your pardon. The Prime Minister struggled to make sense of the puzzling words in a large passage of Fudge's words, "What is Heliopa?"

"This is a kind of legendary fire spirit, a behemoth covered in fire, galloping across the land, able to burn every qiē in front of it - but the problem is that this thing has disappeared in Merlin's time, how can I form such an army, and if I have such a large amount of money, do I need to be afraid of the Dark Lord?"

"The Dark Lord?" the Prime Minister searched in confusion for his few memories of communication with Fudge.

"I mentioned to you, the demon who committed heinous crimes, did all kinds of evil, and couldn't even mention his name. "He was resurrected last year, and in fact, the Muggle's flying iron bird crashed in a row, and it should have something to do with him." ”

"Oh my God, it's all your relationship. The Prime Minister said angrily, "What about the missing people? It must be related to the wizards, and I will be blamed by others for this! You are the Ministry of Magic, the department that governs wizards, and you should be responsible for this!"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Fudge blushed, "I've done my best, every Auror in the Ministry of Magic is trying to find him and round up his followers until today!

"But you're the Minister of Magic, and you must be responsible for it. The prime minister said.

"It's late. "The Wizengamot has passed the resolution of the minister's change, and I am no longer a minister." ”

"Oh, no, who's going to clean up this mess?" the Prime Minister panicked, "and that's not a situation I'm supposed to deal with." ”

"Don't worry, there will be a new minister in the Ministry of Magic soon, I'm here to inform you of this, you have to exercise restraint during the change of minister, and if you find something unbelievable that can't be explained by common sense, don't delve into it, it's very dangerous - there is evidence that the Adversary who can't even mention his name has been very active lately, maybe I should have listened to Dumbledore in the first place, and mobilized for war at the beginning, diverted the contradictions in all aspects, maybe it wouldn't have been to this point. If you want me to say, those wizard nobles are really unreliable allies!"

"Hopefully you'll have better luck than I am, Prime Minister. Fudge tried to squeeze out a smile but didn't succeed, it was like a toothache.

"But, for God's sake - you're a wizard! You can do magic! You can solve - yes - solve any problem!"

Fudge said with a wry smile, "But the problem is, I'm not the only wizard, Prime Minister. (To be continued......)