Originally, Minister for Magic, Owen Harris, and Senior Deputy Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, had made an appointment to meet with the Muggle Prime Minister today, and it was a tradition for the former Minister to introduce the current Minister to the current Muggle Prime Minister - although Fudge himself had only met the Muggle Prime Minister once.

Hearing Owen's words, Fudge was slightly stunned, and then a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"You know, the Death Eaters were doing it during this time, although we were able to disrupt almost most of each other's attacks, and for that I was a live speaker on television. But the hurricane in the northwest, which caused Muggle casualties, caused the International Federation of Wizards to warn us to abide by the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act, to be careful not to force dark wizards into the Muggle world when fighting, and to remind us of the risk of exposure. For this, I need to give another live presentation. Cornelius, please come and wait for me in my office for a while, and I'll be back after my speech. It just so happens that my son Alan, who is also here at the Ministry of Magic today, is staying at the Department of Mysteries, and the three of us will go over to meet the Muggle Prime Minister in a moment. Owen Harris tried to explain to Fudge as best he could, but his tone was undeniable.

The status of each other is reversed, and now Connelly Fudge, who is now a subordinate but has no intention or ability to refuse, obeys Owen's arrangement and enters the familiar and unfamiliar minister's office. The desks, chairs, and carpet in the minister's office were still the same, except for a huge television set mounted on the wall opposite the minister's desk, in which various images of the Death Eaters were captured after a failed attack.

Fudge glanced at the minister's desk, and he looked at the chair behind it, almost fascinated, for a long time, then walked to the guest chair across from the desk and sat down, picked up a newspaper and flipped through it casually, one of which had a striking headline:

The Ministry of Magic's Auror strikes the Death Eaters in a spectacular way

In recent days, after the return of the mysterious man, there has been a high incidence of Death Eater attacks in the wizarding world, causing panic among the public. The Ministry of Magic has taken strong measures to increase its combat capabilities, reduce losses, and increase the detection rate and pursuit efforts by strengthening patrols, installing surveillance, and distributing communication badges.

Under the direction of the Ministry of Magic's Magical Law Enforcement Officer, Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeur, set up a special patrol team, and the Armed Aurors, led by Albert Harris, the commander of the Armed Aurors, were at the forefront of the fight against the Death Eaters, preventing many attacks.

Although a small number of wizards were initially injured in these incidents due to frequent attacks and even kidnappings by the Death Eaters, the criminals were also prevented from their evil actions and successfully captured by the armed Aurors who reacted quickly.

It was only because of the Ministry of Magic's high-handed attitude towards these criminals that this group of deranged Death Eaters set their sights on the Muggles a few days ago.

The Ministry of Magic, with the cooperation of multiple departments, quickly arranged precautionary measures in advance, and the Ministry of Magic showed strong force and execution, sabotaging most of the Death Eaters' destruction of Muggle landmarks, and only the hurricane caused by criminals in Lancashire, northwest England, brought some damage to the Muggles.

It is reported that the Ministry of Magic will continue to strengthen the police force in complex areas of public security, continue to carry out armed patrols and warnings, and set up armed checkpoints to check suspicious people and items, and combat and prevent various terrorist attacks by Death Eaters, so as to form a strong deterrent to Death Eaters and improve the sense of security of wizards.

"Ladies and gentlemen......" At that moment, the voice of Owen Harris caught Fudge's attention on the television, and he put down the newspaper and looked at the television.

Nearly the entire TV screen was occupied by the image of Owen Harris, who sat at the long table, the huge logo of the Ministry of Magic slowly rotating behind him, his eyes resolute, his look calm and reliable, and his voice calmer and more powerful: "I have just received a warning from the International Confederation of Wizards that due to the frequent attacks on Muggles by the Death Eaters, they are worried that the law of secrecy will be breached, and therefore alert us to the danger of exposure...... The International Confederation of Wizards has received a reminder and will do our best to ensure the safety of the wizarding world, and to dedicate some Aurors to stop the terrorist attacks against the Death Eaters in Muggle society. It's just that if you want to completely eliminate a small incident like Hurricane Lancashire, then the Aurors who are supposed to protect the wizarding world will inevitably be scattered, and if a large number of Aurors are dispersed to Muggle society, then the guardians of the wizarding world will inevitably be weakened...... But I think that the first service object of our Ministry of Magic will always be our wizards themselves, so the focus and core of the work of the Ministry of Magic will not change, our primary consideration is to ensure the safety and stability of the wizarding world, and only on the premise of ensuring this will we use our excess power to do other things, but we will do our best to maintain a high-pressure posture against the unprovoked attacks of the Death Eaters, and do our best to maintain and ensure the stability of the wizarding world and the Muggle world. We will continue to strengthen armed patrols and warnings, increase the distribution of alarm and communication equipment, and wizards of all identities will be equally protected by the Ministry of Magic. Finally, if you have Muggles or Squibs among your friends and family, you can also apply to the Ministry of Magic, they will receive the attention and priority of the Ministry of Magic, and we will issue alarms that are closer to Muggle social items that wizards can collect for your Muggle relatives and friends who do not know magic...... Friends, the actions of these clowns do not intimidate us, and their actions against the wizarding world have proven to be almost useless under the strict arrangements of our Ministry of Magic, and with the cooperation of each department. ”

Seeing this, Fudge's hand couldn't help but beat rhythmically on his leg, Owen? Harris's speech may not please the International Federation of Wizards, he took advantage of the other party's warning that it was just a formality in accordance with the regulations to push the International Federation of Wizards against the interests of ordinary wizards, and also won himself the favor of the wizards of the British wizarding world, his reputation will definitely be better in those ordinary wizarding families, if he can do what he said, to ensure the safety of the wizarding world, his reputation in the wizarding world may be even higher.

After that, the door to the minister's office was pushed open again, and Owen Harris, who had returned from the speech, took off his coat and put it in the crook of his arm, looked at Fudge, who had seen him enter and stood up, and said, "I've been waiting for Connelly, but Alan hasn't come yet." Well, Connelly, you go to the Muggle Prime Minister and explain the situation, I'll go to the Department of Mysteries to find Alan, and then I'll go back with Alan. ”

Fudge felt that such a process would make it easier for the Muggle Prime Minister's little head to understand, so he left the Minister's office and prepared to meet the Muggle Prime Minister through the fireplace in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic after informing him of his visit. The fireplace in the Muggle Prime Minister's office is connected to the Ministry of Magic, a network of Floo routes that has historically been heavily protected by the Ministry of Magic.

And at this time, in a very imposing room, the beautiful marble fireplace faced the long sash window, and the window was tightly closed, although it was July, but the cold fog was already thick outside. The Muggle Prime Minister, sitting alone in his office, shuddered slightly, stretched out his finger and rubbed his forehead, giving him a headache at the thought of the strangely small hurricane in Lancashire, northwest England, without warning or warning, while his political opponents were in the news to analyze that this was caused by the government's failure to foretell it.

The Prime Minister's pulse quickens at the thought of these accusations, because they are unfair and untrue. Is it his fault that even the best experts could not explain this strange hurricane that even the best experts could not explain and did not give timely warning for evacuation?

At that moment, he heard a soft cough ringing in the room. He froze, he knew the cough. He'd heard it before.

"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 bullfrog-like man in a long silver wig who was the figure of 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 looks 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...... is a president's ...... I'm going to attend a meteorological conference right after that...... It's about the hurricane in Lancashire—"

"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 figure out—"

"As long as you meet Mr. Fudge, you'll understand. That president would have forgotten to make a phone call. He will call again this time tomorrow. In addition, notice of the rescheduling of the meeting has been sent. The little man said, "Please reply to Mr. Fudge at once." ”

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