The former Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Owen? Harris and the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly? Foggy had made an appointment to meet with Prime Minister Muggle today. This was a tradition where the former minister would introduce the current minister to the current Prime Minister Muggle — although Foggy himself had only met Prime Minister Muggle once.
Hearing Owen's words, Foggy was slightly taken aback, and then a look of understanding appeared on his face.
"You know, the actions of the Death Eaters during this period of time, although we have almost destroyed most of their attacks, I had a live broadcast speech on the TV station for this. But the hurricane in the northwest that caused Muggle casualties still made the International Wizards Union issue a warning to us, asking us to pay attention to comply with the 'International Union of Wizards and Wizards Confidentiality Act', asking us to pay attention to not force the Black Wizards into Muggle's world during the battle, and reminding us to be aware of the risk of exposure. For this, I need to give another live broadcast speech. Connelly, please wait for me in my office for a while. I'll be back after the speech. It just so happens that my son, Allen, also came to the Ministry of Magic today and is staying in the Mysterious Affairs Division. In a while, the three of us will go and meet with Prime Minister Muggle. "Owen? Although Harris tried his best to explain to Foggy, his tone was firm.
Their positions were reversed, and Foggy, who was now a subordinate, did not have the ability to refuse. Foggy didn't have the intention or ability to refuse. He obeyed Owen's arrangement and walked into the familiar yet unfamiliar minister's office. The desk, chairs, and decorative carpet in the minister's office were still the same, but on the wall opposite the minister's desk, there was a huge TV set, which was playing various scenes of the failed attacks of the Death Eaters and their capture.
Foggy glanced at it and cast his gaze on the minister's desk. He looked at the swiveling chair behind the desk for a long time, almost fascinated. Then, he walked to the guest chair opposite the desk and sat down. He picked up a newspaper and flipped through it casually. One of the headlines was very eye-catching:
Ministry of Magic Aura Takes Extraordinary Action Against Death Eaters
In recent days, after the return of the mysterious man, there had been a high number of attacks by Death Eaters in the magic world, causing panic among the people. The Ministry of Magic took strong measures, such as strengthening patrols, installing surveillance cameras, distributing communication badges, and so on, to increase their attack power, reduce losses, and increase the rate of solving cases and hunting down criminals.
Lunn at the Magical Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic? Under Harris's direction, Aura's chief of staff, Rufus Lester, was sent to Aura's office. Scrimgeour set up a special patrol team. As for the commander of the armed Aura, Albert, who was the commander of the Aura? The armed Aura led by Harris stood on the frontline against the Death Eaters and prevented many attacks.
Initially, due to the frequent attacks and kidnappings by the Death Eaters, a small number of sorcerers were unfortunately injured in these incidents. However, the armed Aura was able to react quickly and stop these criminals from committing their crimes.
It was only because of the Ministry of Magic's high-handed attitude towards these criminals that this group of crazy Death Eaters targeted the Muggle a few days ago.
The Ministry of Magic cooperated with many departments and quickly arranged preventive measures in advance. The Ministry of Magic demonstrated strong force and execution, and destroyed most of the destruction activities of the Death Eaters on Muggle's landmark buildings. Only the hurricane created by the criminals in Lancashire, northwest of England, caused some damage to the Muggle.
It was reported that the Ministry of Magic would continue to strengthen the police force in areas with complex security, continue to carry out armed patrols and warnings, and set up armed checkpoints to check suspicious people and items, and combat and prevent various terrorist attacks by the Death Eaters. This would form a powerful deterrent to the Death Eaters and improve the sense of security of the sorcerers.
"Ladies and gentlemen …" At this moment, Owen Harris' voice came from the TV. Harris' voice attracted his attention. He put down the newspaper and looked at the TV.
The entire TV screen was almost occupied by Owen Harris' voice. He sat in front of the long table with the huge logo of the Ministry of Magic as the background rotating slowly behind him. His eyes were firm, he looked calm and reliable, and his voice was calm and powerful. "Just now, I received a warning from the International Union of Wizards and Wizards. Due to the frequent attacks by the Death Eaters on Muggle, they are worried that the confidentiality law will be broken, so they are reminding us of the danger of exposure … We have received the warning from the International Union of Wizards and Wizards. We will also do our best to ensure the safety of the magic world and allocate some Aura to stop the terrorist attacks by the Death Eaters in the Muggle Society. However, if we want to completely eliminate small incidents like the Lancashire hurricane, then the power of the Aura, which is supposed to protect the magic world, is bound to be divided. If a large number of Aura is dispersed to the Muggle Society, then the guarding power of the magic world will inevitably be weakened … But I think that the Ministry of Magic's primary service will always be us sorcerers, so the focus and core of the work of the Ministry of Magic will not change. Our primary consideration is to ensure the safety and stability of the magic world. With this as the premise, we will use the extra power to do other things. However, we will do our best to maintain a high-pressure stance against the unprovoked attacks of the Death Eaters, and do our best to protect and ensure the stability of the Sorcerer World and the Muggle World. We will continue to strengthen armed patrols and warnings, and increase the number of alarms and communication devices issued. Regardless of the status of an adept, they will all receive equal protection from the Ministry of Magic. Finally, if you have any Muggle or Muggle among your friends or family, you can also apply to the Ministry of Magic. They will receive the attention and priority of the Ministry of Magic. We will issue alarms that are more similar to the Muggle Society's products. You can collect them for your friends and family who don't know magic … Friends, the actions of these clowns do not scare us. Facts have also proven that their actions against the magic world are almost useless under the strict arrangements of the Ministry of Magic, and the cooperation between the various departments. "
Seeing this, Foggy's hand couldn't help but tap rhythmically on his leg. Owen? Harris' speech might not satisfy the International Union of Wizards and Wizards. He had used the warning that they were only going through the motions according to the regulations to push the International Union of Wizards and Wizards against the interests of ordinary adepts. He had also won the favor of the adepts in the British magic world. His reputation would definitely be better among the ordinary adept families. If he could do as he said and ensure the safety of the magic world, his reputation in the world of adepts would probably rise to another level.
After that, the door to the director's office was pushed open again. Owen had just returned from his speech. Harris took off his coat and put it on his arm. He looked at Foggy who stood up when he saw him enter and said, "Sorry for the wait, Connelly. Allen hasn't come yet. How about this, Connelly, you go to Prime Minister Muggle and explain the situation. I'll go to the Department of Mysteries to find Allen. Then, Allen and I will go together. "
Foggy felt that this process would be easier for Prime Minister Muggle's little brain to understand, so he left the director's office. He was going to meet Prime Minister Muggle through the fireplace in the Ministry of Magic's hall after informing Prime Minister Muggle that he was going to visit. The fireplace in Prime Minister Muggle's office was connected to the Ministry of Magic. This flight network had always been heavily protected by the Ministry of Magic.
At this moment, in a very stylish room, the beautiful marble fireplace faced a long frame window. The window was tightly shut. Although it was July, cold fog was already spreading outside. Sitting alone in the office, Prime Minister Muggle shivered slightly and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He had a headache when he thought of the strangely small hurricane in Lancashire, northwest England, that happened without any warning or warning. However, his political opponents had logically and logically analyzed in the news that it was caused by the government's failure to warn in advance.
The prime minister's pulse quickened when he thought of these accusations because they were very unfair and didn't match the facts. Even the best experts couldn't explain this strange hurricane that seemed to appear out of thin air. Was it his fault that he didn't warn in time to evacuate?
At this moment, he heard a soft cough in the room. He froze. He was familiar with this cough. He had heard it before.
"Hello?" he said, trying to make his voice sound braver. At that moment, he knew that it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would answer him. However, a voice immediately answered. This voice was clear and decisive, as if it was reading a prepared speech. The prime minister knew when he heard the first cough that it came from the small bullfrog-looking man in the long silver wig. He was the figure in the dirty little painting in the corner at the far end of the room.
"To Prime Minister Muggle. Requesting an urgent meeting. Please answer at once. Faithful, Fudge. "The man in the painting looked inquiringly at the prime minister.
"Well," the prime minister said. "Listen … this isn't the right time for me … I'm expecting a phone call … from a president … and then I'm going to a weather conference … about the hurricane in Lancashire —"
"That can be rescheduled," the portrait said without hesitation. The prime minister's heart sank. That was what he was afraid of.
"But I do hope to understand —"
"You'll understand when you see Mr. Fudge. The president will forget about the phone call. He'll call again at this time tomorrow. Also, notice has been sent out that the meeting has been rescheduled, "the little man said." Please answer Mr. Fudge at once. "
"I … oh … all right," the prime minister said helplessly. "All right, I'll see Fudge."
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