Hogwarts Homecoming

It was almost midnight, and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo, but his mind was blank and he didn't understand what it meant at all.

He was waiting for a call from the President of a distant country.

On the one hand, he doubted whether the unfortunate guy would call, and on the other hand, in the quiet of the night, he recalled the unforgettable troubles he had encountered during his eight months as Prime Minister.

Only when he was alone did the Prime Minister have the courage to tell himself honestly.

Becoming the Prime Minister of this country was not in his "career plan", but because of some unexpected circumstances, he was forced to stand in this position.

The pleasure of "holding power" was not much left in his second week as Prime Minister.

Because he soon realized that being the President was the same as his previous position, even if he tried his best, he could not make any changes in the country from the iron-clad "rules" and "traditions".

In particular, he had to spend a lot of effort to help the government get rid of some completely unreasonable responsibilities in front of the media.

For example, a week ago, the explosions and roars that almost enveloped the entire city were not the government's secret nuclear weapons testing!

Testing nuclear weapons in the city!

The Prime Minister's pale face turned blue, and his lips were tightly pursed.

If the reporter had a brain bigger than a hummingbird, he would not ask such a stupid question!

However -

The phone on the classical style desk still showed no sign of ringing. The Prime Minister stood up from his seat and paced back and forth in his spacious office.

It must be said that the incident was indeed very strange and confusing.

Without any warning, a huge roar echoed over London for nearly two hours.

His guards rushed into the office at the first time, and a group of people escorted him into the underground air-raid shelter. He was waiting for more detailed information in agony.

But ten minutes later, the news brought by the Minister of Defense who entered the air-raid shelter from the secret passage made him completely confused.

The Russians did not throw bombs at London crazily, and no fighter planes broke into the sky over the city.

It wasn't even a gas explosion. In the subsequent investigation, only some traffic accidents occurred in London during that period.

But the media and the public did not believe the report issued by the government at all, and conspiracy theories were everywhere.

The Prime Minister stopped in front of the lattice window and looked gloomily at the man with dark eye bags and tired face reflected in the glass mirror.

If the government can't give a reasonable explanation for this matter, the media reporters will not give up.

He dared to bet that although it was late at night, if he got off work now and didn't get in the car, a bunch of reporters would rush out from all the dark corners and "focus fire" on him!

"Damn it!"

The furious Prime Minister shouted angrily,

"Are they happy to see Russian tanks appear in the suburbs of London?!"

Ahem--

Turning around suddenly, the Prime Minister looked behind him in astonishment.

There was no one in the office under the soft light except him, and the phone on the desk didn't ring.

It must be an illusion

The Prime Minister's towering shoulders slowly relaxed, and he sighed heavily, realizing that he had to rest.

Cough, cough!

The coughing sound appeared again, as if afraid that he couldn't hear clearly, the coughing sound was obviously much heavier than before!

"Who is it!"

The Prime Minister shouted, and he turned around and staggered back, hitting the sash glass window with a clang. He looked back and forth in the office with wide eyes, and the Prime Minister's eyes were not surprised, but terrified!

"To the Muggle Prime Minister--"

The unexpected voice attracted the Prime Minister's attention to the corner of the room, where there was a portrait of a man with a long silver wig and a frog-like appearance.

The Prime Minister rubbed his eyes in confusion. He was not sure if he had seen it wrong, maybe he was just hallucinating because of too much pressure. But he seemed to really see the lips of the portrait moving.

"Ms. Amelia Bones, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, and Mr. Amosta Braine, the Vice President of the International Confederation of Wizards, would like to meet with the Muggle Prime Minister to discuss important matters. Please reply immediately!"

I was finally driven crazy!

The Prime Minister stared blankly at the man in the portrait who turned his head and looked straight at him, and this thought flashed through his mind.

"Please reply immediately!"

The portrait was a little impatient and the voice was louder.

"Oh, okay--"

The Prime Minister's hunched shoulders trembled, and he said blankly.

Bang--

A blazing fire suddenly ignited in the marble fireplace without a spark. In the fierce vortex of fire, a man and a woman appeared and walked out of the fireplace.

The Prime Minister's dull eyes fell on the two people.

The face of the woman who walked out of the flames was engraved with deep fatigue. Like him, the Prime Minister could "smell" the same kind of breath from this woman.

And the young man next to the woman

The first thought that flashed through the Prime Minister's mind was that he was the woman's subordinate, but this idea was rejected as soon as it came up.

The portrait said that this man was the vice chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards

It was unclear and powerful.

Moreover, this young man who was about the same age as his son had a very special temperament. When he appeared in this office, it seemed that all the light in the room would converge on him!

"Good evening, Prime Minister--"

The woman seemed to be in a bad state, and seemed to have just been dizzy in the stove. After walking out of the fireplace, she stood there and panted for a few times.

"We were supposed to meet on the night I took office as the Acting Minister of Magic. That was eighteen days ago.

But you know what happened these days, I was really too busy.

In fact, tonight's meeting was not planned, but Amosta suggested that I meet you as soon as possible, because Voldemort and his army of dark wizards are likely to take the opportunity to retaliate after the failure of the war just now.

They can't find any opportunities in the magic world for the time being, so there is a high probability that they will create terrorist incidents in the Muggle world. I think"

Minister Bones frowned and looked at the Prime Minister sternly,

"Speaking of which, can you understand what I am saying?"

The Prime Minister has gradually come back to his senses. Hearing the woman's question, he nodded slowly. The next second, he suddenly jumped up!

His guard introduced to him that there are alarm buttons everywhere in this office. As long as one is pressed, the whole No. 10 Downing Street can hear the alarm!

The Prime Minister turned around suddenly, raised his hand and pressed an inconspicuous bulge on the window frame.

Snap!

But before his hand touched the button, a white light flew over his shoulder and hit the window before his hand.

A layer of white frost immediately appeared on the clean window sash, and a beautiful ice flower grew on the button!

The Prime Minister made a quick decision and rushed to the door of the office frantically.

"Help, there is a terrorist attack!"

While running, the Prime Minister shouted at the top of his lungs, but before he could shout, the Prime Minister suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing on the back of his head!

Ugh!

The Prime Minister, who was running towards the door, was fixed in a weird posture and could not move!

Bang--

The young man with gray soft hair and a pair of purple eyes suddenly squeezed through the air and appeared in front of him. The Prime Minister stared at him with shocked eyes bulging!

"So--"

Amosta looked at the Muggle Prime Minister with a strange look on his face,

"In the eight months since you took over as Prime Minister, you have not dealt with Fudge once. Didn't he inform you of the previous large-scale prison break in Azkaban? Didn't your predecessor mention anything about us to you?"

The Prime Minister couldn't speak, his thoughts were almost broken!

"It's outrageous!"

The Prime Minister heard the woman say angrily, but he didn't know who she was scolding?

The former Prime Minister, or that Fudge?

"No way--"

Amosta sighed helplessly,

"It can only take more time, then"

Amosta looked at the Prime Minister and said politely,

"I will untie your restraints and explain everything to you, but please be patient. If you continue to yell, I will be very distressed, okay?" (End of this chapter)