HP Magic Biography

"What did you say?" The Prime Minister looked at Fudge in disbelief.

Fudge took a deep breath and pushed his chest outwards, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back. The monster who can't even mention his name is back."

"Come back? You say ‘come back’... Is he still alive? I mean..."

The Prime Minister explored the details of the terrible conversation three years ago in his memory. At that time, Fudge said that everyone was afraid of the wizard. Fifteen years ago, the wizard mysteriously disappeared after committing more than a thousand terrible crimes. .

"Yes, it's still alive," Fudge said sullenly, like a frustrated ball, his whole body weakened.

"That's... I don't know... If a person cannot be killed, does it mean that he is alive? I don't really understand the word, and Dumbledore hasn't explained it clearly-but he has a body that can Walking can talk and kill people, so I think, in order for our discussion to continue, yes, he is still alive, I saw him with my own eyes, in my Ministry of Magic."

The Prime Minister didn't know what to say, but out of a persistent habit of hoping to be knowledgeable in all topics discussed, he began to search for any details he could remember from previous conversations.

"Did Sirius Black follow-uh-the demon who can't even mention the name?"

"Black? Black?" Fudge said distractedly, turning the top hat in his hand quickly.

"Sirius Black...Oh, no...It was all a few years ago. It turns out that Sirius Black is innocent. He is not the person next to that person. He played for Dumbledore, and at the Ministry of Magic, he I also participated in the confrontation with that person..." Fudge turned his hat faster, and said generally, "All facts point to this-we have more than fifty witnesses-but anyway, The man came back... it was difficult to deal with, and we caught some of his men, but Azkaban... well, this is not a difficult thing, for that person..."

To Fudge's great surprise, at this moment a hint of pity for Fudge flashed across the Prime Minister's face. But the Prime Minister immediately pretended to cover it up. He thought, although he may not be better than Fudge in revealing his appearance from the fireplace, he would not let a murder happen in the government department under his jurisdiction... anyway, not yet……

The Prime Minister secretly touched his wooden table, and Fudge continued, "But we only mentioned Black by the way. The point is that we are in a war, and Prime Minister, we must take measures."

"During the war?" the Prime Minister repeated nervously. "It must be a bit exaggerated."

"The demon who can't even mention the name now has a group of followers, you know, they escaped from Azkaban in January," Fudge said more and more hurriedly, turning the top hat in his hand so fast , It looks like a gray-green fuzzy ball. "Since they were free, they have started to create retaliatory disasters. The Brodell Bridge-what he did, the Prime Minister, he threatened that if I didn't make way for him, a lot of Muggles would die. And... this time around him is not only the madmen who escaped from prison, but also some worse things..."

"What is it?"

"They exist in your legend."

"In fact, if nothing happens, you are included." the prime minister said, "what is that!"

"Vampires, werewolves, and if possible, a lot of dark creatures and giants..."

"Oh my God, what are these!" the Prime Minister said in shock, but then he reacted, "So... so it is your fault that the deaths of those people... to be exact, these terrible monsters But I had to answer that it was because of the rusty wire and the corrosion of the expansion joints, and I don’t know what else!” the Prime Minister said furiously.

"My fault!" Fudge flushed and said, would you succumb to blackmail like that? "

"Maybe not," the prime minister stood up and strode across the house, "but I will do my best to live with this blackmailer before committing any such atrocities."

"Do you really think I didn't make every effort?" Fudge said fiercely. "The Aurors in every ministry have looked for - and are looking for him and rounding up his followers, but we happen to be talking about the most powerful wizard ever, a wizard who has escaped hunting for almost thirty years. ."

"Then I think you have to tell me that it was also the hurricane he made in the southwest?" With every step the Prime Minister took, his temper grew stronger. Finding the cause of all these terrible disasters but not being able to disclose it to the public is outrageous; almost worse than blaming the government.

"That's not a hurricane," Fudge said sadly.

"Oh, sorry!" the Prime Minister stomped and yelled. "The tree was uprooted, the roof was torn apart, the lamppost was bent, terrible casualties--"

"That was done by the Death Eaters," Fudge said. "The follower of the demon who can't even mention the name. And... we suspect that the giant is also involved."

The Prime Minister stopped his footsteps, as if hitting an invisible wall.

"What is involved?"

Fudge smiled bitterly. "Last time he used Giant in search of a grand effect. Misleading office works around the clock. We have a team of memory cancellers to modify the memories of Muggles who see the real situation. Almost all the magical animal management and control departments The members of ‘s are busy in Somerset, but we can’t find the giant-it’s a disaster.”

"Is this true!" the Prime Minister said furiously.

"I won't deny that morale in the ministry is very low now," Fudge said. "Besides those, we also lost Amelia Bones."

"Who is missing?"

"Amelia Burns. Director of the Law Enforcement Department. We think that the demon who can't even mention her name committed suicide, because she is a very talented wizard, and—and so there are signs It shows that she has really fought." Fudge cleared his throat and seemed to make a great effort not to turn his hat.

"But the murder was in the newspapers," the prime minister immediately suppressed his anger. "Our newspaper. Amelia Burns...it only says that she is a middle-aged woman living alone. That's—dirty murder, isn't it? Everyone knows. The police are very confused, you know."

Fudge sighed. "Oh, of course they will. They were killed in a locked house from the inside, didn't they? On the other hand, we know exactly who did it, but that doesn’t help us catch him. Then again It’s Emilyn Vance, maybe you haven’t heard of that name—"

"Oh, I've heard of it!" said the prime minister. "Actually it happened around here. The newspaper made a fuss about it: trampling on law and order in the prime minister's backyard—"

"And it seems that those are not enough," Fudge said, barely listening to the Prime Minister. "We still have dementors flocking to various places and attacking people everywhere."

Previously, this sentence might have seemed inexplicable to the Prime Minister, but he is now wiser.

"I thought the dementor was guarding Azkaban prison?" The Prime Minister said carefully. He heard Fudge say this name and was used by the Ministry of Magic to guard the prison of wizards.

"They used to be," Fudge said wearily. "But not anymore. They abandoned the prison and went to the demon who could not even mention the name. I will not deny that it was a sudden blow, but in fact, Dumbledore was right. Perhaps the Ministry of Magic should not use dementors to guard Azkaban, but in fact, there is no better guardian than dementors."

"However," the Prime Minister felt a kind of fear that gradually became clear, he said, "You are not telling me that they are creatures that can **** people's hope and happiness?"

"Actually, that's it. They are breeding. That's the cause of the fog." Fudge said helplessly. Even wizards who had separated from the Ministry of Dementors were unwilling to deal with it.

To be precise, there are too few people who can fight the dementor’s patron saint curse. Everyone has been slack for a long time. Except for a few Aurors, few people learn this kind of difficulty, but Magic that is not often used.

The prime minister sank limply in the nearest chair. The thought of those invisible animals flying around towns and villages, spreading despair among his voters, made him feel weak.

"Now, listen, Fudge—what you must do! This is your responsibility as Minister of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, after all this, will you believe that I am still the Minister of Magic? I was fired three days ago! The entire wizarding world has strongly demanded that I step down for two weeks. I have never seen them so united!" Fudge grinned courageously, but that smile was somewhat reluctant.

Two weeks ago, this had always been something he tried to avoid, but now it seems that what he did is not in everyone's eyes.

The prime minister was speechless for a moment. Although he was very angry at the current situation, he still sympathized with the shriveled man sitting in front of him.

"I'm very sorry," he finally said. "What else can I do?"

"Thank you very much, Prime Minister, but there is nothing you can do. I was sent to provide you with the latest information on these recent events tonight, and also to introduce you to my successor. I think he should Arrived, but of course, he should be very busy at this time, there are so many things going on at the same time."

Fudge looked back at the ugly man with silver curly hair in the portrait. He was digging his ears with a feather pen. He caught Fudge's gaze, and said, "He'll be here in a minute, he's about to finish writing Dumbledore's letter."

"Good luck to him," Fudge said, sounding bitter the first time. "I have written to Dumbledore every two days for the past two weeks, but he is unmoved. If he is ready to convince the boy, I will... well, maybe Scrimgeour will be more successful. ."

Fudge retreated back to the distressing silence, but it was immediately broken by the crisp portrait and official voice.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister. Request a meeting. Urgent. Reply quickly. Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic."

"Yes, yes, good," the Prime Minister said distraught. When the flame in the fireplace turned emerald green again, he barely flinched. Another wizard appeared from inside rotating, and in a blink of an eye he was caught again. The flame spit on the quaint mat.

Fudge stood up in amazement. After a moment of hesitation, the Prime Minister also stood up. They watched the new guest stand up, dusted off the long black robe, and looked around.

When the Prime Minister first saw Rufus Scrimgeour, he felt like an old lion. Long brown hair and bushy eyebrows are interspersed with strands of gray hair; there are sharp yellow eyes under a pair of metal-framed glasses. Although he walked slightly lame, he revealed a loose, leisurely elegance. Immediately gives the impression of being shrewd and capable.

The Prime Minister suddenly felt that he understood why the wizarding society chose him to replace Fudge as the leader in this critical period. In a chaotic period, decisiveness and fierceness are the most effective means.

"Hello," the prime minister said politely, extending his hand.

Scrimgeour simply grabbed it and shook it, his eyes scanned the room, then he drew a magic wand from his robe.

"Minister Fudge has told you everything?" he asked, then strode to the door, tapping the keyhole with his wand. The Prime Minister heard the lock ring.

"Uh-yes," the prime minister said. "If you don't mind, I hope you don't lock that door."

"I don't like being interrupted," Scrimgeour said succinctly, "or being watched." He added another sentence and pulled the curtains on the window with his wand.

"Okay, then, I am a busy person, so let us get busy. First, we need to discuss your safety."

The Prime Minister jumped up and said, "I am very satisfied with my current security situation and feel very much—"

"Okay, okay, not so," Scrimgeour interrupted. "For Muggles, if their prime minister is controlled by Imperius, their prospects are not good. The new secretary in your office outside—"

"I will not give up Kingsley Shaker if you say you want to give up him!" the Prime Minister said fiercely. "He is very capable and can do twice as much as the rest of the people—"

"That's because he is a wizard," Scrimgeour smiled slightly and the strictly trained Auror was assigned to do your protection work. "

"Wait a minute!" the Prime Minister said. "You can't just put your people in my office, I should decide who works for me—"

"I thought you were very satisfied with Shaker?" Scrimgeour said coldly. "I am—that means, I used to be—"

"Then there is no problem, right?" Scrimgeour said. "I... well, as long as Shaker's job is still... uh... outstanding," the prime minister stammered, but Scrimgeour hardly listened to him.

"Now, about Herbert Jolly—your deputy chief," he continued. "The one who pleases the public by imitating ducks."

"What happened to him?" the Prime Minister asked.

"He was obviously hit by a not-so-skilled Imperius Curse," Scrimgeour said. "It broke his brain, but he is still dangerous."

"He is just learning how to call a duck!" the Prime Minister said weakly. "Of course there are other problems...maybe like drinking..."

"While we are talking, a group of therapists at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries are examining him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He has tried to strangle three of them so far," Scrimgeour said. "I think it would be better to isolate him from Muggle society for the time being."

"I... well... he will get better, won't he?" the prime minister asked anxiously. Scrimgeour just shrugged and got up and walked to the fireplace.

"Okay, that's what I want to say. I will let you know how things are going, Prime Minister - or, at least, I might be too busy to come to you in person, in which case I will send Fudge. He. Have agreed to stay in a suggestion position."

Fudge tried to smile, but was unsuccessful; he just made it look like a toothache. Scrimgeour was already groping in his pocket for the mysterious powder that could turn the flames green. The Prime Minister stared at both of them desperately for a while, and finally couldn't help but say the words he had suppressed all night.

"God!-you are wizards! You can use magic! You can definitely solve-um-any problems!" Scrimgeour slowly turned around and exchanged a suspicious look with Fudge.

Fudge really tried to squeeze a smile this time. He said gently, "But the problem is that there will also be magic on that side, Prime Minister." After saying this, the two walked into the bright green flame one after the other. ,Disappeared.