Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"To the Muggle Prime Minister, requesting a meeting. The matter is urgent, please respond immediately.

Minister for Magic Rufus Scrimgeour."

The ugly little man in the portrait suddenly made a sound, interrupting the conversation between Fudge and the Prime Minister.

"Okay, okay." The Prime Minister nodded in agreement, and then green flames came out of the fireplace again. He was a tall and thin man with dark brown hair and thick eyebrows mixed with wisps of gray. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, there was a pair of sharp eyes.

eyes. He stood there like a fierce lion.

Although he is very old, he cannot be underestimated.

Seeing Scrimgeour, the Prime Minister suddenly understood why the wizarding world would allow such a guy to become a minister. In such a complex and dangerous situation, only such a person can lead them to victory.

"Hello." The Prime Minister stood up and stretched out his hand to Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour shook hands with the Prime Minister solemnly, then took out his wand and walked to the door, knocking on the door lock. He also tapped on the windows and curtains.

Then he was pulled to death.

"If possible..." said the Prime Minister, "I don't want the door to be locked."

"Believe me, it would be better to lock it to avoid danger and monitor it." Scrimgeour checked again, then sat on the chair and said, "Fudge should have told you everything about the current situation. I

This time, we must first solve your safety problem."

"Safety?" The Prime Minister frowned, "I am very satisfied with the existing security measures, and there is no need..."

"No, you need it." Scrimgeour directly interrupted the Prime Minister, "Those villains can do anything. If you are controlled by someone using the Soul Seizing Curse, it will be very troublesome."

"Besides, it is tradition that you, the Queen, the most important person in this country are surrounded by our protection. This is usually the case, let alone now." Scrimgeour said, "For example, your secretary, Kingsley...

Shacklebolt, do you think he is just a secretary? In fact, he is a wizard who specializes in protecting you."

The Prime Minister was about to say something, but Scrimgeour gave him no chance.

"And Herbert Jolet, your assistant, the man who learned how to quack ducks at press conferences to the public's amusement?"

"Qolai? He just learned how to quack. Maybe he could take more rest..." the Prime Minister said with some embarrassment.

"I have to tell you, that was because of his reaction to a crappy Imperius Curse, and in fact as we speak, there is a medical team treating him at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

Scrimgeour's eyes became sharper, "And as far as I know, he has attacked no less than three people so far and wanted to strangle them to death."

"This...well, it's safe or something, that's it." The Prime Minister gave up his defense and resistance. Judging from what he just heard, it is indeed impossible without the protection of this group of wizards.

Seeing that the Prime Minister had softened, Scrimgeour couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He took out a thick stack of paper from his pocket, spread it out and placed it on the Prime Minister's desk.

"What is this?" The Prime Minister picked up the paper and found that it was full of photos of people and some basic information.

"Now that the information about the Death Eaters is known, I need you to also hunt for them." Scrimgeour said, "Although it is impossible for you to catch them, it will play a role to some extent, and that will make our

Work becomes easier.”

"I know the wanted order, right?" The Prime Minister put the papers aside. Scrimgeour nodded, raised his hand to look at his watch, and then stood up.

"Okay, let's stop here." Scrimgeour stretched out his hand to the Prime Minister, "I'm still very busy and have a lot of things to do. I may not be able to spare the time to tell you the progress of the matter. But please don't worry, Fudge has agreed to stay as an adviser.

At the Ministry of Magic, when I don't have time to come in person, he will come over."

With that said, Fudge also stood up and walked to the fireplace with Scrimgeour. He took out Floo powder from his pocket and sprinkled it in, and the green flames immediately ignited.

Without speaking to the Prime Minister again, he crossed the fence and disappeared.

The Prime Minister watched blankly as the flames in the fireplace disappeared, and the curtains and doors opened at some point. He was a little distracted and took out a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the cabinet at his feet, poured some, and even ice cubes.

Don't put it in and dry it directly.

It took a while to suppress the strong, dry feeling, but the complicated mood finally calmed down. After adjusting his tie, he directly picked up the phone, pressed a few numbers, and said directly after being connected:

"Let Shacklebolt come over."

After a while, Kingsley Shacklebolt knocked on the door: "Prime Minister, you are looking for me."

The Prime Minister pointed to the chair that Fudge had just made, and after Shaker sat down, he said directly: "Tell me, how dangerous it is over there..."

"Sorry, Prime Minister, I don't understand..." Shakur showed a confused expression, but the Prime Minister said directly, "Come on, there is no need to cover up, your minister and former minister were sitting here just now."

"So...tell me..."

The Prime Minister looked calm as he listened to Shakur's words about the turmoil. He occasionally raised some questions and only gave answers after Shaker thought about it.

After asking and answering questions like this for a long time, Shakur was allowed to leave.

He poured another glass of whiskey, and this time he took a sip carefully. At this time, he already understood almost everything. As the Prime Minister, he must learn as much information as possible about the upcoming war, and he could only listen to that watcher.

The subpoena of a former minister who appears to be unreliable is not enough.

"Maybe I'll go see the Queen tomorrow." The Prime Minister thought, looked at the time, drank the wine in his glass, and was about to take a rest.

At the same time, the new Minister Scrimgeour, who returned to the Ministry of Magic, had no time to rest. As the former Director of Aolo's Office and now the Minister of Magic, he is indeed very busy.

Voldemort's comeback is both an opportunity and a severe challenge for him. Having dealt with Death Eaters and dark wizards for so many years, he is very aware of the dangers of those guys. Moreover, what the Ministry of Magic now has to face is not only

It's those guys.

Giants, werewolves, vampires, and dementors. When the news of the Dark Lord's return spread throughout the magical world, those dark creatures returned to Lao Fu's command almost at the same time. The chaos in England during this period was basically the same.

These guys were causing trouble, but the Death Eaters and dark wizards disappeared without a trace.

Scrimgeour sent a large number of manpower to deal with the trouble caused by the dark creatures, and to investigate the whereabouts of the Dark Lord. Undoubtedly, the latter was the most important. However, those guys seemed to

It was as if he had disappeared. His people almost turned Britain upside down, and they couldn't find even a single clue.

This feeling of approaching storm was so bad that Scrimgeour had no chance to breathe.

"Are we really going to do this?" He sat on the chair in the minister's office, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, looking at it in trance. The quill was beside him, but he could not sign his name.

It was a search warrant, and the location was Malfoy Manor.