Such a strange scene that defied common sense would scare anyone who saw it.
The Prime Minister shrank back into his chair, trying to hide his surprise and panic.
He watched helplessly as a fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top.
A few seconds later, the fat man stepped over the grate, a tall yellowish-green hat in his hand.
He stood on a fine carpet of antiquity, and brushed the ashes from the stove on the sleeve of his striped cloak.
"Oh, Prime Minister Muggle!" Cornelius Fudge strode over and held out a hand. "Nice to see you again."
The Prime Minister did not want to respond to this polite greeting from the bottom of his heart, so he said nothing.
To tell the truth, he did not want to see Fudge at all.
Fudge's previous appearances, apart from being particularly alarming, usually meant that he was about to hear some particularly bad news.
Besides, this time Fudge clearly looked worried.
He was thinner than before, his complexion darker, his head more bald, and his face wrinkled.
The Prime Minister had seen this look on the faces of politicians before, and it was generally a bad omen and a sign of failure.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" the Prime Minister asked.
He shook Fudge's hand hastily and motioned for him to sit in the hardest chair in front of the table.
"A lot, a lot, I really don't know where to start!" Fudge grumbled, pulling out a chair and sitting down, putting the tall green hat on his knees. "It's been tough these last few months, really tough …"
"Well, have you been having a rough time lately too?" the Prime Minister asked sternly, deliberately emphasizing his tone.
He wanted the other man to understand that he had enough to worry about and did not want to share Fudge's burden.
"Yes, of course, it's been terrible." Fudge rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at the Prime Minister gloomily. "Come to think of it, I've been through much the same as you, Prime Minister, Brockdale Bridge, the murders at Burns and Vance, not to mention the unrest in the West. Believe me, this is just the beginning, just the beginning … "
"You, um, you, I mean, some of you are involved in, in these events, aren't you?" First of all, he tried his best to maintain a calm tone, but it was really difficult. "Also, you just said that this, this is just the beginning?"
"Of course." Foggy glared at the Prime Minister sternly. "Surely you understand what's going on?"
"I …" The Prime Minister hesitated.
That was what made him dislike Foggy's visit.
After all, he was the dignified Prime Minister. He didn't want anyone to make him feel like an ignorant primary school student.
But this had been the case since his first meeting with Foggy on the first night he became Prime Minister.
He could still clearly remember the scene at that time, as if it had just happened yesterday. He knew that he would never forget that memory even in death.
At that time, he stood alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally succeeding after so many years of dreaming and meticulous planning. He was alone …
"I'm sorry, but our time is limited!" "I'm here to inform you of a few things, Prime Minister. First of all, you have to understand that neither the Brockdale Bridge nor the murders were an accident."
The Prime Minister's displeasure at having his memories interrupted disappeared in a flash, and was immediately replaced by anger.
"You mean it's because of the wizards? You did it? " The Prime Minister said stiffly. "My God, do you know how much trouble this has caused me? I have to run a country, and there's enough to worry about at the moment …"
"We worry about the same things," Foggy interrupted him. "You have to understand that the Brockdale Bridge isn't in disrepair; that wind wasn't actually a hurricane; those murders weren't committed by Muggle. Also, Herbert Jolly's family will be safer now that he's gone. We're currently arranging for him to be transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. "
"I don't understand at all. What happened to my Assistant Minister?" the Prime Minister roared agitatedly, his anger almost uncontrollable. "Speak clearly!"
"He's being controlled by someone, under the Soul Snatching Curse. Poor fellow!" Foggy said. "I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to inform you of this, but you should know that this means they want to control you. That's the main reason I came here tonight. You're in a very dangerous situation."
"Dangerous? Want to control me?! "The Prime Minister was immediately discouraged, his face turning pale." You, you mean someone wants to control me? "
"It's very easy to control you, and there are many benefits. Scrimgeour thinks they want to control you to start a war, a war between countries, just like the war that affected the world more than fifty years ago," Foggy said with a sigh. "It's too scary, but after talking to Dumbledore, Scrimgeour seems to believe that …"
The Prime Minister could no longer hear what Foggy was saying. He felt his strength and something draining from his body bit by bit.
The current situation was that a group of wizards wanted to control him to start a world war. That was crazy!
The current world environment was completely different from the past, and they were the ones to start a war. Who were their opponents …
Imagine how the people in Congress and Britain's allies would react if he were to tell them about this.
Obviously, they would all think he was crazy. His political career would be over!
But if all of them were controlled …
The Prime Minister did not dare to think any further. The result would probably be even worse.
War, the result of the Third World War would be the destruction of everyone on this planet!
"Who is it? Who are you talking about who wants to control me? "the Prime Minister asked weakly.
Foggy paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Prime Minister, I'm very sorry to tell you that he's back. The demon whose name cannot even be mentioned is back."
"Back? You said he's back, he's still alive? I mean … "
The Prime Minister knew who the demon whose name could not be mentioned was. He had heard about this person many times from Foggy, each time accompanied by a terrible incident. He tried his best to search his memory for the specific content of that terrible conversation from three years ago.
At that time, Foggy had talked to him about the wizard who caused everyone to pale, the wizard who had mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous crimes fifteen years ago.
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