HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

"I don't want to be bothered."

Scrimgeour said impatiently, "Or be watched."

He added, pointing to the window with his wand, and the curtains were drawn.

"Okay, I'm a busy man, so let's cut to the chase. First, we need to discuss your safety."

Stretching his back as straight as he could, the Prime Minister replied: "I'm satisfied with the security measures in place, thank you very much—"

"However, we are not satisfied." Scrimgeour interrupted him. "If the Prime Minister is under the Imperius Curse, Muggles will suffer, that new secretary outside your office—"

"I will never drive Kingsley Shacklebolt away, if that's what you suggest!"

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 the slightest smile on his face, "A well-trained Auror, sent to protect you."

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

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

"Yes—I mean, it used to be—"

"Then there's no problem, is there?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I ... yes, as long as Shacklebolt's work remains so ... well ... excellent," said the Prime Minister feebly, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear at all.

"And about Herbert Jollet--your Assistant Minister," he went on, "the one who imitated the duck to the great amusement of the public."

"What's the matter with him?"

"Apparently he was reacting to a bad Imperius Curse."

Scrimgeour said, "His mind is confused, but it does not rule out that he is dangerous."

"He just learned a few duck calls!"

The prime minister argued feebly, "Get more rest... drink less... surely it will..."

"As we speak, he is being examined by a medical team from St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

By now he had tried to strangle three of them.

I think we'd better remove him from Muggle society for a while. "

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

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

I'll keep you informed of developments in due course, Prime Minister—or, perhaps I'm too busy to find time to come in person, and I'll send Fudge up here. He has agreed to stay on as an advisor. "

Fudge tried unsuccessfully to force a smile, which looked like a toothache.

Scrimgeour had been rummaging in his pockets for the mysterious powder that turned the flames green.

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

"But, for heaven's sake—you're wizards! You can do magic! Surely you can solve—yes—any problem!"

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

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

After speaking, the two wizards stepped into the bright green flames one after another and disappeared.

And just a few minutes after the two wizards disappeared, the prime minister's phone rang.

After picking it up, it was the secretary's voice.

Of course, not Kingsley.

"Prime Minister, is the Queen's call coming in?"

The prime minister seized the time to adjust his state, and said in a deep voice, "Go ahead."

...

The record of this sad meeting was sent to Jon's desk as soon as it was over.

In fact, Jon didn't particularly want to deal with these. The Hufflepuff Society for the Study of Magic has spread its influence network into the Ministry of Magic. After all, they are just an unofficial society organization and have nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic. conflict of rights.

Of course, on the surface they certainly do not conflict.

However, it is impossible for an organization to be as simple as it says on the surface. They have a lot of things to do, and these things give them a strong influence, especially in the current chaotic situation. I want to learn a little more magic to protect myself and my family.

After all, Jon is still the nominal co-founder of the Institute for the Study of Magic. His magic photo is hung on the wall of the office of the Secretary General of the Institute, and he and Helga, Dumbledore, Professor Sprout, and several other students Photos or portraits hang together.

So he took a rough look at the meeting minutes sent by Kingsley—the new type of monitor produced by the AO laboratory can fully adapt to the magic environment, and Kingsley is a very good monitor, and he has a very complete complement this part.

——These contents can be directly used in the book without even modification.

Jon drew a blue and silver tick on the report, and handed it to Kane to send to Privet Drive. Then he remembered Snape again. He had promised Snape the protection magic before, but he hadn't delivered In the hands of Snape, but considering that Dumbledore is still alive on the surface, he should not be in danger for the time being.

In fact, sometimes acting is very tiring. You can finish this thing quickly, but you have to drag it slowly. Things that can be done with force have to use tricks, which is actually quite painful. .

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

Sometimes he will be lazy, and laziness makes people evolve.

At least recently, he felt that his thoughts were very clear. When he thought of saving time for rest, he could quickly deal with all the problems and then return home to stay.

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

A good life can indeed corrupt a man's will, especially if he does not need to do everything himself.

Laura's side has gradually entered the right track. Although the method she used was a bit unclear, but she was in a hurry, and no one could say anything.

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

And Grindelwald has also made progress, not to mention the research in the laboratory, but Grindelwald's own strength.

Helga... It's normal for a god to sleep for a year or two. According to Jon's knowledge, the ancient Greek gods have been sleeping for ten years each time. And then it was just a few days of sobriety.

He thought so, and planned to take a look in Helga's world after a while, when he suddenly received a message.

This news came from a magical "telegraph" he gave Snape, which could save pictures and sounds, and at the same time record and transmit them.

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

Eighty percent are those dark wizards.