HP Approaches the Magic World

"I don't want to be disturbed."

Scrimgeour said impatiently, "Or being watched."

he added, pointing his wand at the window, and the curtains were drawn.

"Okay, I'm a busy man, let's get right to the point. First, we need to discuss your safety."

The Prime Minister straightened his back as much as possible and replied: "I am very satisfied with the existing security measures. Thank you very much——"

"But we are not satisfied." Scrimgeour interrupted, "If the Prime Minister is hit by the Imperius Curse, Muggles will suffer. The new secretary outside your office -"

"I would never drive Kingsley Shacklebolt away, if that's what you're suggesting!"

The Prime Minister said excitedly, "He is extremely efficient and does twice as much work as anyone else -"

"That's because he's a wizard,"

Scrimgeour said without a smile on his face, "A well-trained Auror, specially sent to protect you."

"Hey, wait a minute!" the Prime Minister shouted, "You can't just put your people in my office. I decide who works for me -"

"I presume you are satisfied with Shacklebolt?" Scrimgeour said coldly.

"Yes - I mean, it used to be -"

"That's no problem, is it?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I...yes, as long as Shacklebolt's work continues to be so...um...so good." The Prime Minister said weakly, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear him at all.

"And, about Herbert Jolet, your assistant secretary," he continued, "the man who amused the public by imitating ducks."

"What's wrong with him?"

"This was obviously his reaction to a crappy Imperius Curse."

Scrimgeour said, "His mind is confused, but that doesn't rule him out as being in danger."

"He just learned a few duck calls!"

The Prime Minister weakly defended, "Get more rest...drink less...it will definitely..."

"As we speak, a medical team from St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries are examining him.

By now, he had tried to strangle three of them.

I think it would be best if we remove him from Muggle society for the time being."

"I...then...will he get better?" the Prime Minister asked worriedly. Scrimgeour just shrugged his shoulders and turned back towards the fireplace.

"Okay, that's all I have to say.

I will keep you informed of developments, Prime Minister - or, perhaps, I am too busy to spare the time to come here in person, in which case I will send Fudge up here. He has agreed to stay as an adviser."

Fudge tried to force a smile, but failed. It looked more like he had a toothache.

Scrimgeour was already rummaging in his pockets for the mysterious powder that turned the fire green.

The Prime Minister stared at them both hopelessly for a moment, then blurted out the words he had been holding back all evening.

"But, for heaven's sake - you are wizards! You can do magic! You can certainly solve - yes - solve any problem!"

Scrimgeour slowly turned around on the spot and exchanged a confused look with Fudge.

Fudge finally smiled this time and said pleasantly: "The problem is, the other side can also do magic, Prime Minister."

After saying that, the two wizards stepped into the bright green flames and disappeared.

Just a few minutes after the two wizards disappeared, the Prime Minister's phone rang.

After picking up, the voice of the secretary came.

Of course, not Kingsley.

"Prime Minister, can you answer the Queen's call?"

The Prime Minister took the time to adjust his posture and said in a deep voice: "Take it."

…

The record of this sad meeting was sent to Jon's desk as soon as it ended. In fact, Jon didn't particularly want to deal with it. The Hufflepuff Magical Research Society had already spread its network of influence into magic.

Within the Ministry, after all, they are just an unofficial academic organization and do not involve any conflict of rights with the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, there must be no conflict between them on the surface.

However, an organization cannot be as simple as it appears on the surface. They have many things to do, which give them considerable influence, especially in the current chaotic situation, where everyone

I want to learn more magic to protect myself and my family.

Jon is, after all, the co-founder of the Society for Magical Research in name only, and his magical photos hang on the wall of the society's secretary-general's office, along with those of Helga, Dumbledore, Professor Sprout, and several other students.

Hang photos or portraits together.

So he took a cursory glance at the meeting minutes sent by Kingsley - the new monitor produced by the ao laboratory can fully adapt to the magical environment, and Kingsley is a very good monitor, and he has a very complete complement

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Jon put a blue-silver tick on the report and gave it to Kane to take to Privet Drive. Then he remembered Snape. He had promised Snape's protective magic before but had not yet handed it over.

In Snape's hands, but considering that Dumbledore is still apparently alive, he should be in no danger for the time being.

In fact, sometimes, acting is very tiring. You can get the job done quickly, but you have to drag it out slowly. You have to use tactics to do things that can be done with force. It's actually quite painful.

.

Jon didn't think this was a problem, he just found it troublesome. Many times, humans simplify things just because they find it troublesome.

He can be lazy sometimes, and laziness makes people evolve.

At least recently, he felt that his thinking was very smooth. When he thought that he could save time to rest, he could quickly deal with all the problems and then return home.

This kind of weather is so hot that people don't want to move. How nice it is to be at home, where the magic circle can be kept at a comfortable temperature and there are elves serving it.

A good life can indeed corrupt people's will, especially when everything does not require him to do it himself.

Laura's side has gradually entered the right track. Although the method she used is a bit unsightly, it is urgent and no one can say anything.

She was about to save everyone. Under such circumstances, it would be too much to say anything else.

And Grindelwald has also made some progress, not in terms of laboratory research, but in terms of Grindelwald's own strength.

Helga... As a god, it is normal for it to take a year or two to sleep. According to what Jon knows, the gods in ancient Greece have been sleeping for ten years each time.

And then it was only a few days of sobriety.

He was thinking this and planned to go to Helga's world to take a look later when he suddenly received a message.

This news came from a magical "telegraph" he gave to Snape, which could save images and sounds, and could also be recorded and transmitted.

If this thing suddenly sent him a message, it meant that someone was visiting Snape's residence, and he wasn't a good person.

Eighty percent of them are those dark wizards.