HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

But they met again later.

Within a year, a distraught Fudge suddenly materialized in a cabinet room and told the Prime Minister that "Ghostly" (at least that's what it sounds like) that there had been trouble at the World Cup and that several Muggles had been killed. It was "involved" in it, but the Prime Minister didn't have to worry. Although the mysterious man's mark appeared again, it didn't mean anything.

Fudge believed this to be an isolated incident, and that the Muggle Liaison Office was busy with memory modification work as they spoke.

"Oh, I almost forgot," said Fudge again, "in order to hold the Triwizard Tournament, we have to import three dragons and a sphinx from abroad. It stipulates that if we bring a particularly dangerous animal into this country, we need to notify you."

"I—what—a dragon?" the Prime Minister stammered.

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

Well, I wish you all the best. "

The Prime Minister was lucky enough to hope that there would be nothing scarier than dragons and sphinxes, but he was wrong.

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

"Group escape?" the Prime Minister repeated in a hoarse voice.

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

exclaimed Fudge, already with one foot in the flames, "We'll have them all in no time—just thought it right to let you know!"

Before the Prime Minister could say "Hi, wait!" Fudge had disappeared in a cloud of green sparks.

Regardless of what the media and the opposition say, the Prime Minister is not a stupid man.

He noticed that despite Fudge's assurances to him when they first met, they actually saw each other a lot now, and each time they saw Fudge, they seemed more disturbed.

The Prime Minister didn't want to think about the Minister for Magic, but he couldn't help worrying that Fudge's next appearance would bring worse news.

So when he saw Fudge stepping out of the fire again, it seemed to him the worst thing that had happened in that unlucky week.

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

"How would I know - um - what's going on in the wizarding world?"

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

"Our worries are the same," interrupted Fudge. "Brockdale Bridge isn't in disrepair; the wind isn't actually a hurricane; the murders aren't Muggles. .

Also, with Herbert Jollet gone, his family would be safer.

We are currently arranging his transfer to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, which should be done this evening. "

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

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

The devil who can't even mention his name is back. "

"Back? You say he's back, he's alive? I mean—"

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

"Yeah, still alive,"

Fudge said, "Alive--I can't tell--is a man alive who can't be killed? I don't know what's going on, and Dumbledore won't explain it--but anyway Said, he must have had a body, could walk, talk, kill, so I think, as far as we're talking, he's alive."

The prime minister heard this,

He didn't know what to say for a while, but he had a deep-rooted habit of showing that he knew everything no matter what topic was discussed, so he searched his memory for the contents of their previous conversations.

"Was Little Wolf Black with—er—with the monster who can't even be named?"

"Blake?"

said Fudge distractedly, twirling his bowler hat rapidly with his fingers,

"You mean Sirius Black? Black died, and it turned out later that, well, we got it wrong about Black.

He turned out to be innocent, and he didn't collude with that devil who couldn't even mention his name. I mean,"

The bowler hat turned more rapidly in his hand: "All the evidence points to it—more than fifty eyewitnesses—but he's dead.

was actually killed.

Right where the Ministry of Magic works, this matter will definitely be investigated..."

At this the Prime Minister surprised himself with a sudden feeling of compassion for Fudge.

His sympathy was fleeting, however, and was immediately replaced by a sense of self-satisfaction.

He thought, although he doesn't have the ability to appear from the fireplace, there has 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 the habit of many peoples in the world: if you talk about or think of some unlucky things, quickly knock on the nearby wooden things, and the things can be avoided.

Fudge continued: "But what happened to Black is over. The problem now is that we are in the middle of a war. Prime Minister, we must take some measures."

"At war?" repeated the Prime Minister uneasily. "That must be an exaggeration."

"Some of the followers of the devil who can't even mention his name, after escaping from Azkaban prison in January, went to him again."

Fudge spoke faster and faster, and the bowler hat spun like a fly, turning into a blur of yellow-green. "Since their public debut, a lot of damage has been done.

Brockdale Bridge - he's the one who brought it down, Prime Minister, he threatened to massacre Muggles unless I sided with him -"

"Oh my God, those people were killed so it was your problem, but I was forced to answer those inexplicable questions about rusted equipment, rotten expansion joints, etc.!"

"my question!"

Fudge blushed, and said, "Are you saying you would give in to threats like that?"

"Probably not," said the Prime Minister, rising to his feet, and striding up and down the room, "but I will do my best to catch the man who threatened me, and prevent him from committing such an atrocious crime! "

"Do you think I haven't made every effort?" asked Fudge excitedly. "Every Auror in the Ministry of Magic has been trying to find him and round up his followers to this day! But what we are talking about now, as it happens, One of the most powerful wizards who ever lived, and he's been on the loose for nearly thirty years!"

"I think you'll tell me later that he was also responsible for the hurricane in the west?"

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

It is so infuriating that he discovers the cause of all those terrible disasters and cannot tell the public, and it would be better if it were the government's fault.