It's afternoon, and the Prime Minister is sitting alone in his office, enjoying a delicious afternoon tea at 10 Downing Street while reading a long series of reports.

The contents of the report slipped through his mind, but left no trace.

In fact, the prime minister is waiting for a phone call, waiting for a call from the president of another country on the other side of the strait...... The call was so important that he had no way to put his mind on anything else right now!

Theoretically, the call should have come five minutes and twelve seconds earlier...... But the other party was a little unbelievably late...... Who knows what the president's secretary is doing now, maybe zipping it up?

To be honest, the Prime Minister is under a lot of pressure during this time...... Much of the credit goes to his predecessor, a female madwoman who only brought war and recession to the country......

So much so that he is now in a very difficult situation: the country's influence is declining, the economy is collapsing, and the party has a slim 18 seats left in parliament......

And the "Maastricht Treaty" that he ratified not long ago was a fatal fuse, becoming a weapon for political opponents to attack him-

The more the prime minister tried to concentrate on the paper in front of him, the clearer he could see the gloating smiles on the faces of his political enemies.

There were rumours that the Prime Minister was having a nervous breakdown because of these terrible things, that he was spending a lot of time in his closet every day, that he was not far from resigning, and that he had even written an unsent letter of resignation to the Queen......

Although the prime minister has always scoffed at these rumors, he has to admit that they are actually true......

......

The more he thought about it, the more irritated the prime minister's mood became.

He flipped open a new report to see how long it was, and after gesturing the length with his hand, he threw it into the trash can like a piece of waste paper.

He stretched out his arms above his head, wondering bitterly about when this terrible state of affairs would end.

Just then, he heard a soft cough behind him.

The Prime Minister was suddenly stunned.

He knew the cough, he had heard it before.

Now, he slowly turned around and looked at the empty office.

"Hello?" he asked softly.

The Prime Minister thinks it would be right for him to be more serious and calm in the UK.

For a moment, he was ready to believe that no one would respond to him.

However, a voice quickly responded, with a crisp, decisive voice that sounded like reading a prepared statement.

It came – as the Prime Minister knew from the first cough –

The cough came from a short frog-like man wearing a long silver wig...... Well, a man depicted in the dirty oil painting in the far corner of his office.

Because of this bad portrait, so much so that the prime minister's taste, was secretly ridiculed by many staff members.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister.

We need an emergency meeting.

It's best to reply as soon as possible.

You're sincere, Barnold."

The frog-like man in the portrait, after saying this, looked at the prime minister and waited for his response.

"I have a very important call to answer, a call from a president from across the ocean...... "the prime minister begged, "and this call could be the fate of the country......

"If it's a call from other heads of state in Europe, I don't think it's necessary to answer it!" the little man shrugged, "Okay, I don't need to talk about it...... The Minister has arrived!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright green flame suddenly appeared in the stone fireplace.

Then, a woman with a wide body and a round chin crawled out of it, her black hair cut short, and the expression on her face looked a little impatient.

Look at each other first, trying not to make yourself look surprised and wary.

"Hello...... he said dryly, "Minister Barnold...... I don't know what you're doing today......"

The prime minister tried to make his tone as calm as possible.

"Ah...... Prime minister. Millicent Barnold said, shaking her head slightly, "I don't think you could have thought of anything worse......

......

Strictly speaking, it is difficult for the prime minister to really welcome the other minister in front of him......

First of all, she is a female politician...... Female politicians, this is undoubtedly the most hated creature in the world, the prime minister.

Secondly, she looks very strong...... A strong female politician is undoubtedly the most feared creature in the world.

In the end, she is an outlier (compared to the Prime Minister) and an outlier with terrifying abilities...... This is undoubtedly a creature that feels very terrifying even in the dream of the prime minister.

So even if it was a dream, the prime minister was very afraid that the ugly man in the portrait suddenly coughed -

But of course, the one who should come will come back.

Since his first day as prime minister, in their first meeting, things have been like this.

The events of that night felt like yesterday to him, and the memory of that bad luck would haunt him until he died.

At that time, in this very office, he stood alone, enjoying the victory he had dreamed and planned for years.

He heard a cough coming from behind him, and then spotted the ugly portrait talking, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about to arrive and introduce himself.

Naturally, he thinks that the long-term tense election campaign has driven him crazy.

However, when he saw the portrait speak, he fell into a complete panic, though it was not as frantic as a wizard who emerged from the fireplace and shook his hand......

He was a little speechless for a moment, although the other party seemed to be friendly...... When she turned the prime minister's teacup into a gerbil, the prime minister was completely destroyed.

Millison Barnold, like an old mother looking at her silly son, kindly explains to him that there are many wizards and witches who still live in secret in this world.

He could rest assured that the Ministry of Magic was in charge of wizarding society and preventing non-magical people from getting word of their existence......

After a detailed introduction to all this-

Then, while the Prime Minister was still in a state of astonishment, she left.

It all felt like a dream.

The prime minister tried to deny all this, trying to convince himself that the existence of Millicent Barnold was only a hallucination due to a lack of sleep during the election campaign.

But all attempts to get rid of these bad things are in vain. He tried to get the secretary to remove the ugly portrait announcing the arrival of the Minister of Magic......

But to the Prime Minister's dismay, it turned out that the portrait could not be removed, and when many carpenters, one or two architects, art historians, and finance ministers all said that they could not take the painting off the wall, the Prime Minister gave up the attempt, hoping only that it would remain motionless and silent for the duration of his tenure.

Of course, so far, this little wish has suddenly been shattered!

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"I think the war has begun, Prime Minister ......," said Minister Millison Barnold, as he walked briskly, very impatiently.

"War?" shouted the Prime Minister with some fuss, "how is this possible...... I hate war the most...... And that monster that can create war has disappeared from this world two years ago......"

"I mean not you Muggle wars...... It's a war between wizards and Muggles......" Barnold frowned.

"Wizard...... Muggle ...... The prime minister seemed to be frightened by the ...... of war, and he had never been so frightened to hear that his approval rating had suddenly dropped by five percentage points in the last general election.

"The last time you came, you seemed to have told me...... There is a Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic will keep us safe...... Make sure Muggles don't know about the existence of the wizarding world......," the Prime Minister stammered.

"Yes, it was like that a few hours ago. Minister Barnold sighed:

"But now, I've been deposed...... Just because I don't want to sign the full declaration of war against Muggles......"

Hearing the news of the other party's dismissal, the prime minister suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude in his heart...... Although in today's situation, this seems to be a bit inappropriate.

However, even if his approval rating is low and the evaluation of the people is poor, he can at least govern peacefully until the end of his term......

A full sense of superiority was suddenly born from the heart.

"Unbelievable, I never thought I had so many Grindelwald people around me......" Barnold continued, "and the speed with which they started was unbelievable......

"Grindelwald, I still remember that name!" the prime minister was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "It seems that he was mentioned the last time you came over...... You say he's the greatest wizard in the world......"

"I never thought Grindelwald's ideas would be so terrible, so deeply hidden...... Barnold said impatiently, "Hurry up, we're running out of time......"

"Oh...... War ......" the prime minister almost forgot those previous words.

He jumped up in a hurry, but quickly sat back down.

"I take the liberty of asking...... What should the war between wizards and Muggles be like?" he asked softly.

"I don't know......" Minister Barnold shook his head:

"It's about controlling your mind, modifying your memory, or something like that...... I don't know what they're going to do, but I think they're going to do it soon...... And you, as the leader of the Muggles, will be their first target. ”

The Prime Minister's legs shook suddenly, and he felt like he was almost urinating.

"Then what should I do?" he looked pleadingly at the witch in front of him.

Minister Millicent Barnold glanced at the Muggle in front of him: "Write first...... Inform you important officials in the Muggle government and tell them to hide...... And inform all of you Muggles and prepare them for war!"

"What are you still stunned about?" she almost roared.

The prime minister woke up from a dream and nodded hurriedly.

He was just thinking about whether his approval rating would rise a little more if he went into war mode, and whether he could get more opposition MPs out of parliament......

And the MPs from the opposition parties...... If the war is unfavorable, will they come to attack themselves and will they be disgraced?

"Okay, I'll call my secretary......" he said busily, "Ian, Ian...... Come on in!"

"Secretary...... Is he worth trusting?" Barnold asked, frowning, a little skeptical.

"I can entrust my life to him!" the prime minister triumphantly boasted, "He is very capable, and can do twice as much as everyone else does—"

......

A middle-aged man in a suit who looked smart and capable, barged in.

"Prime Minister......" he asked calmly.

"Hurry up, I need to write...... To the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Secretary of State for Home Affairs, the Secretary of State for Defence, the Secretary of State for Northern Ireland, the Secretary of State for Scottish Affairs, and the Secretary of State for Wales...... "The Prime Minister began to recall the names of key members of the Government.

But right here in this electric light-

The middle-aged man, Ian, suddenly pulled out a strange little wooden stick out of nowhere.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A strong green light suddenly flashed in front of the prime minister......

The terrifying light made him completely scared this time.

Although the target of this green light is not his...... It's Millicent Barnold.

The former minister of the Ministry of Magic was unresponsive, his eyes still wide open......

She fell to the ground, and in an instant her whole body was lifeless...... She's dead!

The prime minister stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Then, the secretary, who had always been shrewd and capable, turned his gaze to the minister. 、

"You...... You too...... Also...... Wizard ......," the Prime Minister stammered.

A flash of red light flashed, and he was knocked unconscious to the ground.

In the fireplace of the Prime Minister's office, the fire is lit again.

The secretary put away his wand and glanced at the man in black who came out of the fireplace next.

"You let the minister escape!" he asked, somewhat sternly.

"I'm sorry," the other wizard apologized, "I didn't expect her to use the private passage between the Minister of Magic and the Muggle Prime Minister to try to warn Muggles...... It took me a little bit of time to connect Floo to the Muggle Prime Minister......"

"Is the situation under control for the Ministry of Magic?" the secretary asked again.

"It's no problem anymore...... There are very few truly radical rebels, although most of them have some opposition...... Siblings Edgar and Amelia Bones are under house arrest, and Scrimgeour is stable...... We're in complete control!"

"That's fine!" the secretary nodded.

He raised his wand again and aimed it at the prime minister, who had fainted on the ground:

"Imperio!"

The Prime Minister, who had been unconscious, slowly rose from the ground, but now his eyes were dull and dull......