HP Approaches the Magic World

"There is no such thing as a hurricane."

Fudge said distressedly.

"What are you talking about!" the Prime Minister yelled. He couldn't help but stamp his feet. "Big trees were uprooted, roofs were overturned, road signs became crooked, and a large number of casualties were caused -"

"This was all done by Death Eaters," Fudge said, "the followers of the devil who must not even be named. In addition... we also suspect that giants are also involved."

The Prime Minister stopped suddenly, as if he had hit an invisible wall.

"Involved in anything?"

Fudge made a grimace.

"Last time, he used the giant to create a huge momentum.

Now, people in the Misinformation Office are working overtime. We have also sent out several batches of memory cancelers to modify the memories of all Muggles who witnessed what happened.

Most of the staff from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures were sent to Somerset, where they searched but could not find the giant - what a disaster."

"This is impossible!" the Prime Minister said angrily.

"I don't deny that people in the ministry are now panicked and morale is low."

Fudge said, "That's not all, but then Amelia Bones disappeared again."

"Who's missing?"

"Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

We believe that the devil who must not even be named killed her himself, because she was a very talented witch, and all signs show that she had fought hard."

Fudge cleared his throat, and then, with great effort, stopped twirling his bowler hat.

"But the murder was reported in the newspaper,"

Forgetting his anger for a moment, the Prime Minister said, "Our newspapers.

Amelia Bones...said she was a single, middle-aged woman, and this was a vicious murder, right?

This matter has become so widespread that the police have no idea where to start."

Fudge sighed: "Well, that was natural, she was killed in a room locked from the inside, wasn't it?

We know exactly who did it, but that doesn't help us catch the guy.

And Emmeline Vance, which you may not have heard of—"

"Of course I heard about it!"

The Prime Minister said, "Actually, it happened just around the corner from here, and the newspapers made a big deal out of it: trying the law in the Prime Minister's backyard—"

"As if this wasn't bad enough," Fudge said, barely listening to the Prime Minister's words, "Dementors are everywhere now, attacking people at any time..."

In his carefree days, the Prime Minister would have found this sentence difficult to understand, but now he knows many things.

"I remember that dementors guarded the prisoners in Azkaban?"

"That was the case before," said Fudge tiredly, "but not anymore. They left the prison and joined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I must admit it was a disaster that came from heaven."

"But," the Prime Minister said, a fear gradually emerged in his heart, "didn't you tell me that they are creatures that specialize in sucking away people's hope and happiness?"

"Yes. And they are still multiplying, so these fogs are formed."

The Prime Minister's knees buckled and he fell into the nearest chair.

He felt like he was about to faint at the thought of these invisible beings flying around cities and countryside, spreading pessimism and despair among his constituents.

"Listen to me, Fudge - you have to do something! It's your duty as Minister for Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, after everything that has happened, do you really think I can still be Minister of Magic?

I resigned three days ago, and the entire wizarding world has been clamoring for my resignation for two weeks.

In all my years in office, I have never seen them so united!"

Fudge said with a forced smile.

The Prime Minister was speechless for a moment. He felt indignant that he had been put in such a situation and at the same time felt sympathy for the shrunken-looking man sitting opposite him.

"I'm so sorry," he said at last, "is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister, but nothing more. I have been sent tonight to update you on the latest developments and to introduce you to my successor. I had thought he would be here by now. Of course, at the moment

So much has happened, keeping him busy."

Fudge turned his head and looked at the ugly little man in the portrait who wore a long silver wig and was using the tip of a quill to pick out his ears.

The man in the portrait noticed Fudge looking at him and said: "He will be here soon. He is writing a letter to Dumbledore and will finish it soon."

"I wish him good luck."

Fudge said, for the first time his tone was a bit harsh: "I've been writing to Dumbledore twice a day for the past two weeks, but he just won't change his mind.

If he's willing to convince that boy, I'm afraid I can still...well, maybe Scrimgeour will have a better time than me."

Fudge fell into silence, obviously aggrieved, but the man in the portrait immediately broke his silence and suddenly spoke in a clear official voice.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister.

Request a meeting.

The matter is urgent, please reply immediately.

Minister for Magic Rufus Scrimgeour."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The Prime Minister said in a disturbed mood. The flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and a second wizard appeared in the middle of the flames.

He walked around for a while and walked onto the antique carpet.

The Prime Minister looked at this scene without showing any fear. Fudge stood up. The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment and then also stood up. He watched the newcomer straighten up, dust off the ashes on his black robe, and look left and right.

.

The Prime Minister suddenly had the absurd idea that Rufus Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His tawny hair and thick eyebrows were mixed with streaks of gray. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp yellow eyes. Although his legs were a little lame, he walked with the grace of a meteor, making people immediately feel that he was

A sharp, tough guy.

The Prime Minister felt that he could understand why the wizarding world wanted Scrimgeour as their leader rather than Fudge during this critical period.

"Hello."

said the Prime Minister politely, extending his hand to him.

Scrimgeour shook the Prime Minister's hand curtly, glanced around the room, and drew a wand from his robes.

"Did Fudge tell you everything?"

As he asked, he strode to the door and tapped the keyhole with his wand. The Prime Minister heard the door lock click.

"Yeah - that's right."

The Prime Minister said, "If you don't mind, I would like the door to be left unlocked."