HP Approaches the Magic World

But they met again later.

Less than a year later, a distraught Fudge suddenly appeared out of thin air in the cabinet meeting room and told the Prime Minister that there had been trouble at the "Ghostly" (at least that's what it sounded like) World Cup, and several Muggles had been kidnapped.

"Involved", but the Prime Minister does not need to worry. Although the mark of the mysterious man has appeared again, it does not mean anything.

Fudge believed this was an isolated incident, and that the Muggle Liaison Office was busy working on memory modifications as they spoke.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Fudge said again, "In order to hold the Triwizard Tournament, we have to import three fire dragons and a sphinx from abroad. This is a common practice, but people from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures told me that according to

According to the regulations, if we bring particularly dangerous animals into this country, we need to notify you."

"I-what-a fire dragon?" the Prime Minister asked stammering.

"Yes, three," said Fudge, "and a sphinx.

Okay, I wish you the best."

The Prime Minister had a lucky hope that nothing scarier than fire dragons and sphinxes would appear, but he was wrong.

Less than two years later, Fudge emerged from the fire again, this time with the news that a mass prison break had occurred in Azkaban.

"A mass jailbreak?" the Prime Minister repeated in a hoarse voice.

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Fudge said loudly, already stepping into the flames with one foot, "We will catch them all soon - I just thought I should let you know!"

Before the Prime Minister could shout "Hey, wait a minute!" Fudge had already disappeared in a blaze of green sparks.

Despite what the media and the opposition say, the Prime Minister is not a stupid person.

He noticed that despite Fudge's promise to him when they first met, they actually met frequently now, and Fudge seemed more uneasy every time they met.

The Prime Minister didn't want to think about the Minister of Magic, but he couldn't help but worry that the next time Fudge showed up, he would bring even worse news.

So when he saw Fudge step out of the fire again, he thought it was the worst thing that had happened in that unfortunate week.

Fudge was disheveled and irritable, and seemed annoyed and surprised that the Prime Minister could not understand why he was visiting.

"How am I supposed to know - well - what's going on in the wizarding world?"

The Prime Minister said bluntly at this time, "I have to run a country, and there are enough things to worry about at the moment——"

"We have the same concerns," Fudge interrupted. "The Brockdale Bridge is not in disrepair; the wind is not actually a hurricane; and the murders are not the work of Muggles.

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Also, with Herbert Jolet gone, his family will be safer.

We are currently arranging to transfer him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries, which will be done tonight."

"How...are you afraid that I...what?"

Fudge took a deep breath and said: "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back.

The devil who must not even be named is back."

"Come back? You said he's back, he's still alive? I mean-"

The Prime Minister searched his memory for the specific content of the terrible conversation three years ago, when Fudge talked to him about the wizard who everyone talked about, the wizard who mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous crimes fifteen years ago.

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"Yes, still alive,"

Fudge said, "It's considered alive - I can't tell - can a person who can't be killed still be considered alive? I don't understand what's going on, and Dumbledore doesn't want to explain it - but no matter what

Said, he must have a body, he can walk, talk, and kill people, so I think, as far as the topic we are talking about is concerned, he is indeed alive."

After hearing this, the Prime Minister didn't know what to say for a moment, but he had a deep-rooted habit of showing that he knew everything no matter what topic he talked about, so he searched hard in his memory for their previous conversations.

Content.

"Is Little Wolf Black with - um - with that devil who must not even be named?"

"Blake?"

said Fudge distractedly, twirling his bowler hat rapidly on his fingers.

"You mean Sirius Black, right? Black died, and it turned out later that, well, we made a mistake about Black.

He is actually innocent and did not collude with that devil who must not even be named. I mean,"

The bowler hat spun faster in his hands: "All the evidence shows - there were more than fifty witnesses - but he was dead.

He was actually killed.

It's where the Ministry of Magic works, and this matter will definitely need to be investigated..."

Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister suddenly felt sympathy for Fudge, which surprised himself.

However, his sympathy was fleeting and was immediately replaced by a feeling of self-satisfaction.

He thought that although he did not have the ability to appear from the fireplace, there had never been a murder case in the government department under his jurisdiction... at least not yet...

The Prime Minister secretly knocked on the wooden table. This is a habit of many peoples in the world: if you talk about or think of something unlucky, knock on the nearby wooden object quickly to avoid the incident.

Fudge continued: "But the Blake incident has passed. The problem now is that we are at war. Prime Minister, some measures must be taken."

"In war?" the Prime Minister repeated uneasily, "that must be an exaggeration."

"Some of the followers of the Devil Who Must Not Be Named defected to him again after escaping from Azkaban in January."

Fudge spoke faster and faster, and the bowler hat spun like flying, turning into a blur of yellow-green. "Since their public appearance, they have caused a lot of damage.

Brockdale Bridge - he was the one who collapsed it, Prime Minister, and he threatened to massacre Muggles unless I sided with him - "

"Oh my god, it turns out that those people were killed because of your problem, but I was forced to answer those inexplicable questions about rusty equipment, rotten expansion joints, etc."

"my question!"

Fudge blushed and said, "Are you saying that you will give in to such a threat?"

"Maybe not," the Prime Minister said, standing up and walking around the room with long strides, "but I will try my best to catch the person who threatened me and prevent him from committing such a brutal crime!

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"Do you think I haven't made all kinds of efforts?" Fudge asked excitedly, "Every Auror in the Ministry of Magic is trying every means to find him and round up his followers, until today! But what we are talking about now happens to

He is the most powerful wizard in history, and he has been at large for nearly thirty years!"

"I think you will tell me next that the hurricane in the west was also caused by him, right?"

With every step he took, the anger in his heart grew.

It's so infuriating that he discovered the cause of all those terrible disasters and couldn't tell the public, and it would be better if it was really the government's fault.