harry potter book of crimes

White walls, crimson desk, gilt table lamp with dark green lampshade, and the beautiful marble fireplace opposite. From here, you can see a tall mirror. When you are not calm occasionally, that

It can be used to take an objective look at yourself.

If you need to breathe fresh air, it's even easier - open the window next to you and you can see the drizzle and cool sky. This is the most wonderful view in London.

If I have to say it, there are some quite sentimental oil paintings on the opposite and back walls which are actually pretty good.

Of course, the one in the corner must be excluded, because no one wants to see a bald man with only his eyes and teeth staring at you every day, don’t you think?

This is No. 10 Downing Street, an old house full of stories.

"Jingle Bell--"

A sudden burst of phone ringing broke the already silent room again. To be honest, it was not a good phone call. The ringing always had some rough noise, which was very uncomfortable in the ears.

.But forget it, you have listened to it for so long, you should get used to it.

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

"Hello, please pay attention to a call around two o'clock in the afternoon. The policy team may convey the latest discussion results, and the press office will also follow up. I will transfer the call to you at that time."

"Okay, I know."

With a concise and clear answer, the receiver returned to its original place again.

Here, efficiency is always the top priority, and the guys below seem to never need to rest in this life. But while this man was complaining secretly, he did not remember that he was still working hard for this chair in the past.

When struggling, how can it not be a virtue?

The man sighed deeply again, then pushed all the documents and papers at hand aside, then raised his head and leaned heavily on the back of the chair, making a "squeaking" sound.

He drooped his eyelids, took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and pinched hard between his eyes.

Just in the past year, too many things have happened. Although those incidents have ended, the remaining sequelae have not completely dissipated until now. These include many unsolved cases across the UK. Although

There were no dead, but the injured and missing people were real, and there were even some unprovoked explosions and building collapses.

And these messy events will all involve him in the final analysis. As long as he is still sitting in this seat, he will be unable to escape from the disaster that comes from heaven.

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

To be honest, this man felt that he was indeed a little tired.

He was half lying and half sitting on the back of the chair, feeling the cool breeze blowing in from the window. It was raining lightly at the moment, tapping on the window edge, and there was still a faint mist-like rain drifting across his forehead, which was just enough.

Cool down the slightly swollen and painful head.

There is still some time before two o'clock in the afternoon, so let's take a break! You can wait for the phone call before continuing to read the documents. Anyway, I will definitely need to work overtime tonight, so there is no need to be busy now.

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

"To the Muggle Prime Minister," without warning, the voice spread in the room, "Requesting a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon, please respond immediately...yours faithfully, Rufus Scrimgeour."

Oh - yes! He knows, he knows the guy named Scrimgeour! Yes, there are only three people with the strange title of "Muggle Prime Minister" since he took office, and this Scrimgeour

Jay is one who just appeared recently.

You don’t need to look at it to know that the oil painting in the corner behind has started to move on its own again - what a ghost!

Of course, he certainly didn't want to respond, not at all. Because he knew that every time the portrait started talking, every time the other side asked for a meeting, the result would always be bad. But could he not speak? Try to pretend

Did he fall asleep? No, even if he doesn't answer, the other party will still come when the time comes, from the damn fireplace opposite!

"Ahem, um..." He cleared his throat and said vaguely, "Two o'clock? No, at that time I had an important phone call... Yes, very important... It was from a president..."

Please God forgive me, a lie is really needed here to increase the importance of the matter, so that maybe the guy can shut up - I hope!

Unfortunately, for the man in the frame, this lie is obviously meaningless.

"It's okay, you can rearrange it," the portrait replied without any hesitation, "If it's inconvenient for you, we can adjust it for you. Mr. President will forget to make this call... What do you think of tomorrow morning?"

This was definitely not what he wanted to hear, but somehow, he just felt that these words came out of the other party's mouth without any sense of violation, as if they were born this way - even if they were talking about the president of a country.

Same!

"No, no need... I will arrange it myself," the Prime Minister said dryly, "Okay... Oh... I mean, okay, two o'clock in the afternoon? I will see Mr. Scrimgeour."

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

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

"Click click click."

He pressed twice on the phone and dialed the secretary's internal number.

"I have important arrangements at two o'clock in the afternoon. I will postpone the call from the policy team until three o'clock - no, half past three! What... No, that matter is very important. Just inform me as I said."

"Click."

After that, the receiver returned to its proper position, and the Prime Minister hung up the phone on his own initiative.

The Prime Minister cannot forget the last time he met Scrimgeour.

It was an emergency meeting. The ugly little man in the portrait disappeared at some point and was replaced by the dark-skinned bald man now. It was a cold winter night, yes, it just happened.

The final days of a tumultuous series of events.

Suddenly, a rich male voice rang out in the office, startling the Prime Minister who was still working overtime. But at the moment he agreed to meet, green flames suddenly rose in the fireplace, and a man with a straight face appeared.

Just like Fudge from before, he walked out of it.

That man was Rufus Scrimgeour. According to his introduction, he was the guy who replaced Fudge as the new ruler of "that world" - well, maybe it was a similar identity and position, who knows?

As soon as he came, he not only told him a lot of bad news immediately, but also frankly said that something worse might happen soon, so that he should be prepared for emergency treatment at any time.

Fortunately, the established bad news cannot be erased, but the so-called "worse incident" does not seem to have happened. This can be considered a blessing among misfortunes.

However, bad things are bad things after all, and they will never become good things. This time when he comes here, I am afraid he will have to tell him the reasons for a bunch of mind-numbing incidents... No, nothing big seems to have happened recently, right?

While the Prime Minister was hesitating and thinking, half an hour passed easily. When he caught a glimpse of a large green area rising from the corner of his eye, and with a soft "bang", he quickly sat up straight.

Before he could raise his hand to straighten his slightly crooked tie, the slightly thin figure immediately strode out of the green flames. He saw the other person raised his legs and crossed the iron fence in front of the fireplace, and took a photo casually.

He patted the strange robe on his body and walked straight to the desk.

To be honest, even though he has seen this scene several times, he still feels frightened every time he sees it. Of course, as the Prime Minister, he does not lack determination, no matter what is going on in his heart.

Despite such a big shock, the calmness on his face will never be lost...

Well, at most it’s just a little bit stiff! I’m serious!

"Prime Minister," Scrimgeour still looked like he was in a hurry. After walking quickly to the desk, he immediately stretched out his hand and forced an awkward smile on his face. "Good afternoon. Very good.

I'm glad to see you again."

"Oh, um... hello!" The Prime Minister shook hands with him hastily, and then made a gesture of inviting him to a back chair in front of the table, "Is there anything... that you need me to help you with?

"

He really didn't want to say this, but he also knew that what was supposed to come would eventually come. Instead of getting a stomachache from the other party's unceremonious request, he might as well take the initiative to speak up.

"Yeah...it's a long story." Scrimgeour sat down on the chair neatly and took off his hat. "In the second half of this year, we will have a world-class item over there.

Something big happened——"

"What!"

The Prime Minister's pretendingly calm face seemed to be losing its composure.

Originally, he was mentally prepared to hear about trouble, but the word "world-class" still broke through his inner defense line - world-class trouble? What kind of deadly organization is coming to bomb the Prime Minister's Office?

? Or a big mushroom crashed to the ground, blooming with sparks of life?

"...Huh? Oh...relax," Scrimgeour grinned, but Mr. Prime Minister looked like a sneer no matter how he looked at it, "That big thing is actually a good thing! What a great thing!"

"boom!"

Before he could say this, a flash of fire suddenly flashed in the distance, making our Prime Minister tremble all over.