Magical Studies at Hogwarts

The nightlife in big cities is as colorful as ever. Even if it is close to midnight, many places in London are still brightly lit, and many people gather in those prosperous areas, wearing beautiful and fashionable clothes, and some faint music can be heard.

Some are exciting, some are soothing.

Among the many places where the lights are still on, No. 10 Downing Street may be the most special one. The reason why it is on is just because the owner inside has not fallen asleep.

The Prime Minister is having a very bad day, because the UK has been very uneasy recently, and all kinds of strange things have come together. Today there is a tornado in Manchester, and tomorrow a neighborhood in Liverpool is suddenly destroyed. A bridge collapses, and vicious murders

The incident, as well as the fog hovering over London, made him very irritable.

Yes, as Prime Minister he does not need to deal with these matters personally, but the consequences of these matters are enough to make him very anxious.

Such as public protests and attacks by political opponents.

It was approaching midnight, and the Prime Minister was still sitting in his office. The table in front of him was filled with various reports from the staff team, regarding the strange things that had happened across the country in the past week and half a month, as well as feedback from various aspects.

.Of course, this is not the reason why he still hasn't fallen asleep.

He was waiting for a call from the president of the country on the other side of the Atlantic. Although it was negotiated by both parties, he was still not sure that call would come to mind.

This is not the first time that pigeons have been released.

He came to the window and looked at the bright lights in the distance and the fog in the sky that blocked the moon and stars, and suddenly felt a chill.

"This is indeed abnormal." The Prime Minister muttered, took off his coat from the hanger, put it on, and moved his arms, as if he felt a hint of warmth.

"Ahem."

Suddenly, there was a slight cough behind him, which frightened him, and he couldn't help but think of some more disturbing past events in his mind.

He took a deep breath and turned his head, and it turned out to be the little man in the dirty oil painting in the corner.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister, requesting an urgent meeting. Please respond immediately.

Sincerely, Fudge."

"I'm waiting for a call... from the president..." the prime minister said.

"We can reschedule." The man in the portrait replied directly, paused for just a few seconds, and then continued, "The president will call again tomorrow night."

"Please reply immediately to Mr. Fudge."

"Okay... okay." The Prime Minister reluctantly agreed. In fact, when the man in the oil painting opened his mouth, he knew that he could only spend tonight meeting that Fudge.

He walked towards the desk and as soon as he sat down, he saw green flames suddenly coming out of the marble fireplace, and then a fat man wearing a dome hat appeared. He stepped over the fence and shook the antique carpet that he had just vacuumed yesterday.

Ash.

"Hello, Prime Minister." Fudge said, extending his hand to the Prime Minister. "Nice to see you again."

"Hello... hello." The Prime Minister shook hands with Fudge, but to be honest, he didn't want to see the guy in front of him at all.

Since he took over as Prime Minister, I have met him four times in total. The first time was when he first took office, when he came to meet him as the Minister of Magic and told him some things, but his attitude was very arrogant; the second time was three years ago.

, it was said that a dangerous wanted criminal had escaped from prison, which was likely to cause large-scale casualties; the third time was the year before last, because there were three more fire dragons entering the country during the tournament, and bad things happened at the World Cup. Then there was

Earlier this year, there was the mass prison break from Azkaban.

By the way, the wanted criminal from three years ago was actually innocent!

This was the fifth time. Looking at the sad face of the guy in front of him, the Prime Minister knew very well that this time it would not be good news.

"It's been really bad lately, isn't it..." Fudge sat on the soft leather chair, still shaking the ashes from his body.

"Aren't you having a good time?" The Prime Minister looked at the ashes falling on the ground, his eyelids twitching. He closed his eyes and forced himself not to look again.

"Yeah, we've all been through similar things," Fudge said, "Brockdale Bridge, the murders of Bones and Vance, and the turmoil in the West..."

"You mean, these are all related to you...?"

"Of course, you know that too, right?" Fudge nodded, but the Prime Minister felt an even greater headache.

Sure enough, there is no good news!

"I...how do I know? That is a matter in the wizarding world." The Prime Minister said, "I manage an entire country, and there are many things happening every day..."

"We are worried about the same things!" Fudge replied stiffly, "Brockdale Bridge, the murders of Bones and Vance, the turmoil in the west, the tornado in Manchester, these have made us anxious...

…”

Fudge took a deep breath, his expression became serious, and said: "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that the person who cannot be named is back. He is really back."

"Back?" The Prime Minister was stunned, and then he remembered the name he mentioned during the meeting last year, which seemed to be a very dangerous person.

"Yes, he is still alive. At least dozens of people have seen him with their own eyes, right at the Ministry of Magic." Fudge took off the hat on his head and scratched the sparse hair on his head, "This is very bad... Prime Minister, you have to understand

, we are at war now, you need to stand with us..."

"War!" the Prime Minister asked uneasily, "Isn't it... a bit exaggerated?"

"No, no, no, this is a fact." Fudge shook his head repeatedly, "Do you remember the prison break at the beginning of the year? Those were his followers, and they returned to him after breaking out. And since they appeared in public, they have caused

It’s very damaging.”

"He also threatened me that if I didn't stand with him, he would massacre a large number of Muggles..."

"Oh my God! It turns out it's all your problem!"

"My question? Do you think we haven't made any efforts!" Fudge said excitedly, "We have captured most of his men, and every Aolo in the Ministry of Magic is also trying their best to find him, until now

!”

"But we're talking about probably the most powerful wizard of all time, and no one has caught him in thirty years!"

"What's more, now he has one more student who may be the most talented student in history..."

"Student? What..."

"That's not important." Fudge waved his hand, his face full of impatience, "Anyway, you just need to know that he is very dangerous and will cause great harm."

The Prime Minister's face was ugly and very angry, and he said: "Fudge, you haven't done enough, you must take measures! This is your responsibility as the Minister of Magic!"

"Come on, do you really think they will let me continue to serve as minister after so many things happened?" Fudge smiled reluctantly, "I stepped down three days ago! This is the first time in so many years in office.

See how united they are."

The Prime Minister was speechless for a moment after hearing this. He calmed down a little and his tone became much slower.

"I'm sorry. How can I help, Fudge?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister, but there is nothing more." Fudge said, "In fact, the purpose of my coming today is to inform you of the latest developments of the matter, and to introduce you to my successor, who will be followed by

He connects with you."

"However, he seems to have been delayed due to some things. After all, there are so many things going on now, which is normal."

As he said that, Fudge looked at the painting in the corner, and the man in the painting said immediately: "He will be there soon."

"He is writing to Dumbledore. He will be there soon."

"Okay, Dumbledore." Fudge shrugged, "I wish him good luck. After all, I have been writing to him in the past few years, but things have not gotten much better..."