"To the Muggle Prime Minister, request a meeting. The matter is urgent, please reply immediately.

Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeur. ”

The ugly little man in the portrait suddenly speaks, interrupting the conversation between Fudge and the Prime Minister.

"Yes, yes." The first man nodded in agreement, and then a green flame erupted again from the fireplace, a tall, thin man, with brown hair and thick eyebrows mixed with gray wisps, and a pair of piercing eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. He stood there like a fierce lion.

Although it is very old, it is still not to be underestimated.

Seeing Scrimgeour, the Prime Minister suddenly understood why the wizarding world would make such a guy a minister. In such a complex and dangerous situation, only such a person can lead them to victory.

"Hello." The Prime Minister stood up and reached for Scrimthour. Scrimgeour shook the Prime Minister's hand solemnly, then drew his wand and walked to the door, knocking on the lock. I tapped the window again, and the curtains were drawn stiffly.

"If I could," said the Prime Minister...... "I don't want the door locked." ”

"Trust me, it's better to lock it, to avoid danger, and to keep watch." Scrimgeour checked it again, then sat down in his chair and said, "Fudge should tell you everything about the current situation, I'm here this time, and I need to solve your safety problem first." ”

"Safe?" The Prime Minister frowned, "I'm very happy with the security measures in place and don't need to ......"

"No, you do." Scrimgeour directly interrupted the Prime Minister, "Those thugs can do anything, and if you're controlled by someone with a Soul Snatching Charm, it's very troublesome. ”

"And, it's tradition, you, the Queen, the most important person in this country have our protection all around. That's usually the case, let alone now. Scrimgeour said, "Like your secretary, Kingsley Shackle, do you think he's just a secretary?" In fact, he's a wizard and is dedicated to protecting you. ”

The prime minister had yet to say something, but Scrimgeour didn't give him that chance.

"And Herbert Joley, your assistant, the one who learned to call a duck at a press conference to make the public happy?"

"Jolai? He just learned how to call a duck, and it may be ...... to rest more," the prime minister said with some embarrassment.

"I'll tell you, it's because of his reaction to a crappy Soul Snatching Spell, and in fact as we talked, a medical team was treating him at St. Mungo's Hospital for the Physically Injured and Wounded." Scrimgeour's eyes sharpened, "And as far as I know, he's attacked no less than three people so far, trying to strangle them to death." ”

"This ...... Well, safe or something, so be it. "The Prime Minister has given up his justification and resistance, and from what he has just heard, it really can't be done without the protection of this group of wizards.

Scrimgeour saw that the prime minister had relented, and nodded in satisfaction. He pulled out a thick stack of paper from his pocket, spread it out and placed it on the Prime Minister's table.

"What is this?" The prime minister picked up the paper and found that it was full of photographs of people and some basic information.

"Now that I know about the Death Eaters, I need you to want them too." "You can't catch them, but they can do a little bit of a job, and it will make our job easier." ”

"Wanted, I know." The Prime Minister set the paper aside. Scrimgeour nodded, looked up at his watch, and stood up.

"Alright, let's stop here." Scrimgeour held out his hand to the Prime Minister, "I'm still busy, I have a lot going on, and I probably won't have time to tell you how things are going." But rest assured, Fudge has agreed to stay at the Ministry of Magic as an advisor, and he'll come when I don't have time to come in person. ”

With that, Fudge stood up and walked with Scrimgeour to the fireplace. He took Floo powder out of his pocket and sprinkled it in, and the green flame ignited.

Without talking to the prime minister again, he stepped over the fence and disappeared.

The Prime Minister watched in a daze as the flames in the fireplace disappeared, and the curtains and doors did not know when they opened. Somewhat distracted, he took out a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the cabinet next to his feet, poured some of them, and dried them without even putting the ice cubes.

It took a while to suppress the strong, dry feeling, but the complicated mood finally calmed down. After sorting out his tie, he directly picked up the phone, pressed a few numbers, and said directly after connecting: "Let Shakel come here." ”

After a while, Kingsley Shacklell knocked on the door: "Prime Minister, you are looking for me." ”

The Prime Minister pointed to the chair that Fudge had made, and when Shackle sat down, he said, "Tell me how dangerous it is over there......

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister, I don't understand...... Shackle showed a puzzled expression, but listened to the Prime Minister say directly, "Come on, don't hide it, your ministers and former ministers were sitting here just now." ”

"So...... Let's talk about it......"

The Prime Minister had a calm expression and listened to what Shackel said about the turmoil, occasionally asking some questions, which he gave answers after Shackel had thought about them.

It took a long time to ask and answer before Shackel was allowed to leave.

He poured another glass of whiskey, but this time he took a sip, and by this time he knew almost enough. As prime minister, he must learn as much as he can about the impending war, and it is not enough to listen to the rumors of the seemingly unreliable former minister.

"Maybe I'm going to see the queen tomorrow." The prime minister thought, looked at the time, took a sip of the wine in the toast, but was ready to rest.

At the same time, Scrimgeour, the new minister who returned to the Ministry of Magic, had no time to rest. As the former head of the Ao Luo Office and now the Minister of Magic, he is indeed busy.

Voldemort's comeback was both an opportunity and a serious challenge for him. After all these years of dealing with Death Eaters and Dark Wizards, he was well aware of the dangers of those guys. And now the Ministry of Magic has to deal with more than just those guys.

Giants, werewolves, vampires, and dementors, when the news of the Dark Lord's return spread throughout the wizarding world, the group of dark creatures returned to Lao Fu's command almost at the same time, and the chaos in England during this time was basically this group of guys making trouble, and those Death Eaters and Dark Wizards disappeared without a trace.

Scrimgeour has a large number of men to deal with the chaos caused by the dark creatures and the whereabouts of the Dark Lord, the latter of which is undoubtedly the most important. But the group of guys seemed to be missing, and his people were about to turn Britain upside down, and they didn't find even a single clue.

This feeling of impending storm was so bad that Scrimgeour had no respite at all.

"Do you really want to do this?" He sat in a chair in the minister's office, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, and looked distracted. The quill was next to him, but he couldn't sign his name for a long time.

It was a search warrant, and the location was Malfoy Manor.