The Prime Minister straightened his tie and adjusted his facial expression to be as relaxed and composed as he had hoped, when he saw a bright green flame suddenly erupt from 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," said Connelly Fudge, striding over and 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, and Fudge's previous appearances, in addition to being particularly alarming, generally meant hearing some particularly bad news again. Besides, he looked at Fudge and felt that the person in front of him was not in good shape, which was not a good sign.

"He said you can help me understand the cause of the hurricane in Lancashire. The Prime Minister pointed to the portrait on the wall.

"Oh, that's Eurek Gamp, our first minister. Fudge raised his hat against the portrait, "That wind is actually a hurricane of magic. Can you understand what's going on?"

"What's that?" the Prime Minister leaned forward, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

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

It was this situation that made him less fond of Fudge's visit. After all, he is a dignified prime minister, and he doesn't want anyone to make him feel like a schoolboy who doesn't know anything. However, this has been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on the first night of his tenure as prime minister. He still remembered the scene vividly, as if it had just happened yesterday, and he knew that he would not forget the memory that made him feel humiliated and frightened until he died.

After the first meeting, the Prime Minister instructed his private secretary to take down the portrait of the ugly little man who had informed Fudge of his visit. To his great dismay, the portrait could not be removed. They used a few carpenters, a construction worker or two, an art historian, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and tried every means to pry it off the wall, but to no avail.

In the end, the Prime Minister stopped trying, only wishing that thing to remain still and silent for the duration of his tenure. Occasionally, out of the corner of his eye, he could be sure he caught a glimpse of the person in the portrait yawning or scratching his nose, and once or twice he even stepped out of the frame, leaving only an empty patch of earth-gray canvas. However, the prime minister trained himself not to look at the portrait too often, and whenever such strange things happened, he always insisted that it was his eyes that were delusional.

Later, this guy showed him that it wasn't a dream, and that he always got himself in trouble, some kind of prison fugitive in Azca or something, a Hogwarts thing that sounded like something, and a boy named Harry Potter, the Prime Minister heard it in a fog, and he didn't know what he was talking about, and now, this guy came to tell him that this trouble was also caused by their world!

The Prime Minister then asked with some annoyance: "Are you back?" you said he was 'back'...... He's still alive? I mean -- he caused this hurricane?"

"There were no hurricanes at all. "He didn't do it, but it's pretty much the same, it's his Death Eaters, the followers of the man who can't even name him." ”

"It's obviously your problem, but I'm forced to answer the inexplicable question of why this hurricane suddenly appeared out of thin air, why the scope is so small, and why the power is so great. The Prime Minister stood up angrily, and with each step he took, the anger in his heart grew. It's infuriating that he discovered the cause of the hurricane and couldn't tell the public, and it would have been better if it had been the government's fault.

"Ahem," Fudge cleared his throat, "but you should be glad that things are much better than I expected. The Ministry of Magic has dispatched the Aurors and successfully sabotaged many of the Death Eaters' attempts to destroy London's landmarks, allowing them to be captured before they could succeed, or your life will be even harder. ”

"As if that wasn't bad enough. The Prime Minister couldn't help but scold in his heart, he thought of the abnormal cold fog again, and then pointed to the layer of mist by the window and asked, "That's what they made too?"

"That, that's a Dementor. Fudge replied.

"I remember, the Dementors were the guards of the prisoners?" asked the Prime Minister cautiously.

"It used to be like that," Fudge said wearily, "not anymore. They left the prison and took refuge with the man whose name they couldn't even mention. I must admit that this is a curse from the sky. ”

"But," said the Prime Minister, a fear grew in his heart, "didn't you tell me that they are animals designed to suck hope and joy out of people?"

"That's right. And they're still wandering, so these fogs are formed. ”

The prime minister slumped on his knees and sat down in the chair closest to him. 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.

"Listen to me, Fudge - you must do something! It's your responsibility as Minister of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, I have come to tell you that I am no longer Minister of Magic, and in a moment I will introduce you to my successor, who and his heir should be there soon. Fudge smiled reluctantly.

The Prime Minister was speechless for a moment. He was indignant that he had been placed in such a situation, and at the same time felt sympathy for the shrunken-looking man sitting across from him.

Fudge turned his head to look at the ugly little man in the portrait wearing a long silver wig, who was plucking his ears with the tip of a quill, and the man in the portrait noticed that Fudge was looking at him, and said, "Owen, he's coming soon, he's already joined up with Alan Harris." ”

The Prime Minister looked at Fudge who sat up straight unconsciously, thoughtfully, although he had not yet seen the new minister of the wizard, it was obvious that the new minister had made his predecessor very jealous, this must be a figure that should not be underestimated, I don't know if it will be more difficult to contact than Fudge, he was faintly worried in his heart.

There was silence for a moment, until the man in the portrait broke the silence and suddenly spoke in a crisp, officially voice.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Request a meeting. The matter is urgent. Please reply immediately. Secretary for Magic, Owen Harris. ”

"Okay, okay, yes. "The prime minister is secretly resentful, as if he has the power to say no.

The flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and two whirling wizards appeared in the middle of the flames. They spun around for a while and walked onto the antique carpet. Fudge stood up as soon as he saw the figure in the fire, and the Prime Minister hesitated, then stood up as well, staring at the two newcomers. Unlike Fudge, who dusted off the ashes, the ashes disappeared as they straightened up.

"Hello. The prime minister managed to hide his inner apprehension and extended his hand to Owen.

"Hello, I'm Owen Harris, the new Minister of Magic, Fudge should have told you, right?" Owen smiled kindly, stretched out his hand, and looked into the other's eyes, both hands shaking up and down a few times.

"He said he was going to introduce you to me today. The Prime Minister looked at the smiling Owen Harris, and his worries relaxed a little, and the wizard in front of him seemed to be much easier to get along with than Fudge.

"This is my son, Alan Harris. Owen introduced Allen to the other party, and Alan also reached out and shook the other party gently.

"Nice to meet you, please be seated. The Prime Minister gestured to the other two chairs in front of his desk.

Owen nodded and sat down with Fudge. Alan looked into the room, his slender finger pointing at the door lock, and the Prime Minister heard the door lock click.

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

"Just to avoid being disturbed. Owen explained, "And you're going to have to be extra safe now." ”

The Prime Minister tried to straighten his back as much as he could, and replied, "I'm happy with the security measures in place, thank you very much—"

"Actually, sir. If it weren't for the long eyes, you'd have fallen under the Imperius curse, and in that case, the Muggles would have suffered. Alan interrupted.

"Long eyes?" the Prime Minister asked inexplicably.

"The new secretary outside your office some time ago is Long-eyed. Fudge explained.

"You mean Christopher Lee, he's your man? I mean wizards?!" The prime minister was a little reluctant to believe that the new secretary, who could speak more Chinese, was very satisfied, and he was highly efficient and did three times the work of the others.

"Christopher Lee, aren't we sending Vladimir Berdlovsky?" Owen asked Fudge, confused.

"It's him, but with a fake name. Fudge touched his nose and replied.

"My secretary is Russian?!" exclaimed the Prime Minister.