White walls, crimson desks, gilt lamps with dark green shades, and a beautiful marble fireplace opposite. From here, you can see a tall mirror that can be used to objectively examine yourself when you are not calm at times.

If you need some fresh air, it's even easier – open the window next to you and you'll be greeted by a drizzling drizzle of skies, the best view of London.

If I have to say, on the opposite side and on the wall behind it, there are a few quite atmospheric oil paintings that are actually not bad.

Of course, the one in the corner has to be removed, because no one wants to see a bald guy with only eyes and teeth staring at you every day, don't you think?

This is 10 Downing Street, an old house full of stories.

"Jingle bell—"

Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the room that had been silent. To be honest, it wasn't a good call, and the ringtone always had some rough noise, which was uncomfortable to listen to. But even if you forget it, you've been listening to it for so long, and you should get used to it.

The man sitting at the table sighed slightly, then grabbed the receiver of the phone. He knew that even if he didn't answer, the bell would keep ringing, endlessly.

"Hello, please keep an eye out for a phone call around 2 p.m., the Policy Unit may communicate the latest outcome of the discussion, and the Press Office will follow up at the same time. I'll forward the call to you. ”

"Okay, I got it."

With a succinct answer, the earpiece returned to its original place.

Here, efficiency is always the top priority, and the guys down there are as if they don't need a break in their lives. But while this man was secretly complaining, he didn't remember that when he was still struggling for this chair in the past, how could it not be a virtue?

The man sighed heavily, then pushed the papers in his hand to the side, and leaned his head back heavily on the back of the chair with a "crunch" sound.

He drooped his eyelids, plucked the eye from the bridge of his nose, and pinched it between his eyes vigorously.

In the past year, too many things have happened, and although those events are over, the remaining after-effects have not completely dissipated until now. This includes a number of headless cases across the UK, where there are no fatalities, but the injured and missing are real, and there are even some unprovoked explosions and building collapses.

And these messy incidents, in the final analysis, will be involved with him. As long as he is still sitting in this seat, he will not be able to escape from heaven.

Maybe many people have seen his scenery, but behind the scenery, there is more endless exhaustion and hard work day and night.

Seriously, this man felt that he was indeed a little tired.

He leaned back in his chair half-lying and half-sitting, feeling the cool breeze blowing in from the window. It was drizzling outside, beating on the window, and there was still a little mist of rain drifting across his forehead, just enough to cool down his sore skull.

There is still some time until 2 p.m., so take a break! You can wait until the phone call has passed. Anyway, I'm definitely going to need to work overtime to stay here tonight, so there's no need to be busy right now.

But just as he was taking a short nap and trying to soothe his tired spirit, a voice suddenly sounded.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister," the voice spread through the room without warning, "request a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon, please reply immediately...... You faithfully, Rufus Scrimgeur. ”

Oh – yes! He knows, he knows the guy with the last name Scrimgeour! That's right, there have only been three people in the strange name "Muggle Prime Minister" since he took office, and this one is the most recent one.

You don't have to look at it to know that the oil painting in the back corner is starting to move on its own again - hell am!

Of course, he certainly didn't want to respond, not at all. Because he knew that every time that portrait started talking, every time the other side asked to meet, the result was always bad. But can he not speak? Try pretending you're asleep? No, even if he doesn't answer, the other party will still come over when the time comes, from the damn fireplace opposite!

"Ahem, uh-huh......" he cleared his throat and said vaguely, "two o'clock?" No, I had an important phone call at that time...... Yes, very important...... It's a ...... from a president."

Please forgive me, there really needs a lie here to raise the importance of the matter, so that maybe it will shut the guy - hopefully!

It's just a pity that for the person in the frame, this lie is obviously meaningless.

"It's okay, you can rearrange it," the portrait replied without hesitation, "if it's not convenient for you, we can adjust it for you, Mr. President will forget to make this call...... What do you think of tomorrow morning? ”

It was certainly not what he wanted to hear, but somehow he just felt that there was no sense of disobedience in these words coming out of the other person's mouth, as if they were born to be like this—even if they were talking about the president of a country!

"No, not necessarily...... I'll arrange it myself," the Prime Minister said dryly, "okay...... Oh...... I mean, okay, two o'clock in the afternoon, huh? I'll meet Mr. Scrimthour. ”

Hearing the Prime Minister's positive reply, the portrait immediately stopped moving, and the entire office returned to its previous tranquility.

The Prime Minister lifted his neck to look at the clock, then subconsciously glanced at the fireplace, and sighed for the third time this afternoon.

"Click, click."

He double-clicked on the phone and dialed the secretary's internal number.

"I have an important arrangement at two o'clock in the afternoon to postpone the call of the policy team until three o'clock - no, half past three! What the...... No, that's important, just follow what I said. ”

"Click."

With that, the receiver returned to its rightful place, and the phone was hung up by the prime minister on his own initiative.

When was the last time he met Scrimgeur, the prime minister is naturally impossible to forget.

It was an emergency meeting, and the ugly little man in the portrait disappeared at some point, replaced by the now dark-skinned bald head. It was a cold winter night, yes, the last few days of a series of tumultuous events.

Coldly, a deep male voice sounded in the office, startling the prime minister, who was still working overtime. And just as he agreed to meet, a green flame rose in the fireplace, and a man with a straight face stepped out of it like the same Fudge had been before.

That man was Rufus Scrimgeur, and according to himself, he was the guy who replaced Fudge as the new ruler of "that world" — well, maybe a similar position, who knows?

And as soon as he came, he not only immediately told him a lot of bad news, but also admitted that maybe something worse was about to happen in the future, so that he could be ready to deal with it urgently at any time.

But fortunately, the established bad news cannot be erased, but his so-called "worse incident" does not seem to have happened, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

However, bad things are bad things and never become good things. This time, he probably came over to tell him the cause of a bunch of scalp-numbing events...... No, it doesn't seem like anything big has happened lately, right?

Just as the Prime Minister hesitated to think, half an hour easily turned into the past. When he caught a glimpse of a large green patch rising from the corner of his eye, with a soft "bang", he quickly sat up straight.

Before he could raise his hand, the slightly skewed tie was immediately striding out of the green flames. I saw the other party raise his leg and step over the iron fence in front of the fireplace, patted the strange robe on his body casually, and walked straight to the desk.

To tell the truth, even though he had seen this scene several times, he still felt a thrill every time he saw it. Of course, as the prime minister, he does not lack determination, no matter how big the shock in his heart is, the calmness on his face will not be lost......

Well, at most, it's a little stiff! I'm serious!

"Prime Minister," Scrimgeour still looked furious, and after walking quickly to his desk, he immediately stretched out his hand, and still squeezed out a hint of an awkward smile on his face, "Good afternoon, it's a pleasure to meet you again." ”

"Oh, uh-huh...... Hello! The Prime Minister shook his hand hurriedly, then gestured to one of the chairs in front of the table, "What's the place...... Need me help you? ”

He really didn't want to say this, but he also knew that what should come would always come. Rather than being overwhelmed by the other party's unceremonious request at that time, it is better to take the initiative to speak.

"yes...... It's a long story," Scrimgeour sat down neatly in his chair and took off his hat, "and in the second half of this year, there's going to be a world-class event over there—"

"What!"

The Prime Minister's pretended calm face was even unbearable.

Originally, he was mentally prepared to listen to troubles, but the word "world-class" still broke through his inner defense - world-class troubles? Is some deadly organization coming to bomb the Prime Minister's Office? Or is it a big mushroom that crashes to the ground and blooms with a spark of life?

“…… Well? Oh...... Take it easy," Scrimgeour grinned, but Mr. Prime Minister looked like a sneer, "That's a big thing!" Great good thing! ”

"Boom!"

Before he could say this, a flash of fire flashed in the distance, and our Prime Minister trembled.