The Prime Minister straightened his tie and adjusted his facial expression to be as relaxed and calm as he wished. Then, he saw a bright green flame suddenly emerge from the empty grate under the marble fireplace. The Prime Minister tried his best to hide his surprise and panic as he watched a fat man appear in the middle of the flame and spin around like a top. A few seconds later, the fat man stepped over the grate with a yellow-green tall hat in his hand. He stood on an exquisite antique carpet and brushed the ashes off the sleeves of his striped cloak.
"Ah … Prime Minister," Connelly Foggy said as he walked over. Foggy said as he strode over and extended a hand. "It's nice to meet you again."
The Prime Minister didn't want to reply to this polite greeting from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't say anything. He didn't want to see Foggy at all. Foggy's previous appearances, other than being particularly alarming, usually meant that he was about to hear some particularly bad news. Moreover, he sized up Foggy and felt that the man in front of him wasn't in a good state. This wasn't a good sign.
"He just said that you can help me understand the cause of the hurricane in Lancashire." The Prime Minister pointed at the portrait on the wall.
"Oh, that's Yorick? Gump, our first minister. "Foggy waved the hat in his hand at the portrait." That wind was actually a hurricane formed by magic. Can you understand what's going on? "
"What's that?" The Prime Minister leaned forward. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
Foggy took a deep breath and said, "Prime Minister, I'm very sorry to tell you that he's back. The man whose name can't even be mentioned has returned. "
It was this situation that made him dislike Foggy's visit. After all, he was the Prime Minister. He didn't want anyone to make him feel like an ignorant primary school student. However, the situation had been like this since the first night he met Foggy when he became Prime Minister. He still remembered the scene clearly as if it had just happened yesterday. He knew that he wouldn't forget the memory that made him feel humiliated and fearful until he died.
After the first meeting, the Prime Minister ordered his private secretary to take down the portrait of the ugly little man who had announced Foggy's visit. But to his great dismay, the portrait could not be removed no matter how hard he tried. Several carpenters, one or two builders, an art-historian, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer tried in vain to pry it out of the wall.
In the end the Prime Minister gave up trying, and hoped with all his heart that the thing would remain still and silent during his term of office. Occasionally, out of the corner of his eye, he was sure he caught the figure yawning or scratching his nose, and once or twice even stepping out of the frame, leaving the dusty canvas empty. But the Prime Minister had trained himself not to look at the portrait too often, and whenever something strange happened, he would tell himself firmly that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Later on, the appearance of this guy made him realize that it wasn't a dream. Furthermore, he always brought him all kinds of trouble every time. Azika, a fugitive from prison, something that sounded like Hogwarts, and someone named Harry? Potter's boy, the Prime Minister, had no idea what he was talking about. And now, this guy had come to tell him that the trouble this time was also caused by their world!
The Prime Minister then asked with some annoyance, "He's back? You said he's' back '… He's still alive? I mean — did he cause this hurricane? "
"There's no hurricane at all," Foggy said with some distress. "He didn't cause it, but it's almost the same. It was done by his Death Eaters, the followers of the man whose name can't be mentioned."
"It's your problem, but I'm forced to answer inexplicable questions like why this hurricane suddenly appeared out of thin air, why it's so small, and why it's so powerful." The Prime Minister stood up angrily. With every step he took, the anger in his heart grew. He had discovered the cause of the hurricane, but he could not tell the public. This was simply infuriating. It would be better if it was the government's fault.
"Ahem," Foggy cleared his throat, "Actually, you should be glad that the current situation is much better than I expected. The Ministry of Magic has sent out Aura and successfully foiled many of the Death Eaters' plans to destroy London's landmarks. They were captured before their attacks could succeed. Otherwise, your days would have been even more difficult. "
"As if this wasn't bad enough." The Prime Minister could not help but curse in his heart. He thought of the abnormal cold fog again, then pointed to the thin fog by the window and asked, "That was also created by them?"
"That, that's a Dementor," Foggy replied.
"I remember that Dementors guard prisoners?" The Prime Minister asked cautiously.
"That used to be the case," Foggy said tiredly, "Not anymore. They left the prison and went to seek refuge with the man whose name can't be mentioned. I have to admit that this is a disaster that fell from the sky. "
"But," the Prime Minister said, a sense of fear gradually growing in his heart, "Didn't you tell me that these animals specialize in sucking away people's hope and happiness?"
"That's right. And they're still wandering around, which is why this fog is formed. "
The Prime Minister's knees buckled, and he fell into the chair closest to him. He felt like he was about to faint at the thought of these invisible creatures flying around the city and the countryside, spreading pessimism and despair among his voters.
"Listen to me, Foggy — you have to do something! This is your responsibility as the Minister of the Ministry of Magic! "
"My dear Prime Minister, I'm here to tell you that I'm no longer the Minister of the Ministry of Magic. In a moment, I'll introduce you to my successor. He and his heir should be here soon." Foggy forced a smile.
The Prime Minister was speechless for a moment. He felt indignant at being placed in such a situation, but at the same time, he felt sympathy for the shrunken man sitting across from him.
Foggy turned his head to look at the ugly little man in the portrait wearing a long, curled silver wig. He was picking his ear with the tip of a quill. The man in the portrait noticed that Foggy was looking at him and said, "Owen will be here soon. He's already with Alan Greene. He's with Allen and Harris. "
The Prime Minister looked at Foggy, who had unconsciously straightened his body, and fell into deep thought. Even though he hadn't met the new Minister of the Wizards, it was obvious that this new Minister had already made his predecessor wary. He must be someone not to be underestimated. He wondered if he would be harder to approach than Foggy. He began to worry.
The room was silent for a while until the man in the portrait broke the silence. He suddenly spoke in a crisp, bureaucratic voice.
"To Prime Minister Muggle. Request for a meeting. This is an urgent matter. Please reply immediately. Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Owen Harris. "
"Fine, fine, fine." The Prime Minister was indignant, as if he had the right to say no.
The flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and two wizards appeared in the middle of the flames. They turned for a while and walked onto the antique carpet. Foggy immediately stood up when he saw the figures in the grate. The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment before standing up as well, staring at the two newcomers. Unlike Foggy, who had brushed off the ashes on his body, the ashes disappeared the moment they straightened their bodies.
"Hello." The Prime Minister successfully concealed his nervousness and extended his hand to Owen.
"Hello, I'm Owen Harris, the new Minister of the Ministry of Magic. Foggy should've told you, right?" Owen smiled kindly, extended his hand, and looked into the Prime Minister's eyes. Both of their hands shook up and down a few times.
"He said he was going to introduce you to me today." The Prime Minister looked at the smiling Owen Harris and relaxed a little. This Wizard in front of him seemed much easier to get along with than Foggy.
"This is my son, Allen Harris." Owen introduced Allen, who was beside him, to the Prime Minister. Allen also extended his hand and gently shook the Prime Minister's hand.
"Nice to meet you. Please sit." The Prime Minister pointed at the other two chairs in front of the desk.
Owen nodded and sat down with Foggy. Allen looked around the room and pointed at the door lock with his slender finger. The Prime Minister heard the lock click.
"Yes," the Prime Minister said. "If you don't mind, I hope you don't lock the door."
"It's just to avoid being disturbed," Owen explained. "Also, you have to pay extra attention to your safety now."
The Prime Minister tried his best to straighten his back and replied, "I'm very satisfied with the existing security measures. Thank you very much —"
"Actually, sir. If you didn't have eyes, you would've been hit by the Soul Seizing Curse. If that happened, the Muggle would've suffered, "Allen interrupted him.
"Eyes?" the Prime Minister asked, baffled.
"The new secretary in the office outside your office has eyes," Foggy explained.
"You mean Christopher Lee? He's one of you? I mean a Wizard?! " The Prime Minister didn't want to believe it. He was very satisfied with this new secretary who could speak many languages. He was very efficient and did three times more work than the others.
"Christopher Lee? Didn't we send Vladimir Bodelovsky? "Owen asked Foggy, puzzled.
"That's him, but he used a fake name," Foggy touched his nose and replied.
"My secretary is Russian?!" the Prime Minister shouted in shock.
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