There was silence in the office. When the Prime Minister heard this, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
He felt his mind in a mess. There was too much information that he didn't understand or that shocked him at once.
There was a Wizard who had suddenly come out of his fireplace, and an unkillable Dark Wizard who wanted to control him and start a world war.
No matter who it was, they wouldn't be able to react to so much terrible news at the same time, okay?
But the Prime Minister had a deep-rooted habit of showing that he knew everything no matter what the topic was.
So he searched his memory for the content of their previous conversations.
"Well, is little grey wolf Blake with the devil whose name can't be mentioned?" the Prime Minister asked.
He remembered that Foggy had run over in a panic like this to inform him that a Dark Wizard called little grey wolf Blake had escaped from prison.
It was said that Blake was the subordinate of this devil whose name couldn't be mentioned.
"Little grey wolf Blake? You mean Sirius Blake? I'm surprised you still remember him. " Foggy said distractedly, twirling his tall hat with his fingers. "It's not him. We found out later that we were mistaken. He's innocent, and with the help of Elwyn Mason, he was cleared of his grievances. This happened a few years ago, and we forgot to inform you."
There was another silence, and anger rose in his heart again. The Prime Minister glared at Foggy. What did he think he was?
This kind of thing was brushed off with the excuse that he had forgotten!
He still remembered that Foggy had said that this Blake was a famous Muggle Killer, and that he had been asked to help put up a warrant for him.
He had done so, and now Foggy was telling him that they had made a mistake!
These Wizards were all lunatics, playing him and the British government like monkeys.
What Ministry of Magic, to even make a mistake about the person they wanted.
The Prime Minister was sure that if his men had made such a mistake, he would have told them to pack up and go home immediately.
"Don't worry about Blake, that matter is over!" Foggy said, his bowler hat turning faster in his hand. "The problem now is that we're at war, Prime Minister, and something has to be done."
"In the middle of a war?" The Prime Minister said with some disdain. "That must be an exaggeration."
"I just said that the devil whose name cannot be mentioned wants to control you and start a war between countries all over the world." As Foggy spoke faster and faster, his tall bowler hat spun like it was flying into a yellowish-green blur.
"This is just your speculation!" The Prime Minister said forcefully.
"Not only that, but based on what has happened so far, he still has some followers. Ever since they appeared in public, they have caused a lot of damage, and we have reason to suspect that he is planning an even larger attack. He was the one who brought down Brockdale Bridge. Prime Minister, he also … "
"Heavens, so those people were killed because of you, and I was forced to answer those ridiculous questions about equipment rusting, expansion joints rotting, and so on!" The Prime Minister said angrily, directly standing up.
"My question!" Foggy said, flushing. "Do you mean I'd yield to a threat like that?"
"Perhaps not!" The Prime Minister said, striding back and forth in the room. "But if I were you, I would do everything in my power to capture the person who threatened me and prevent him from committing such atrocious crimes! And I wouldn't let him affect us! "
"Hmph, do you think I haven't made all sorts of efforts?" Foggy asked agitatedly. "Ever since the news of the mysterious man's return was confirmed, every Auror in the Ministry of Magic has been trying to find him and round up his followers, until today! But we happen to be talking about the most powerful wizard in history, and he's been at large for nearly thirty years! "
"I understand, I understand. I think, next, you will also tell me that the hurricane in the west was also caused by him, right?" The Prime Minister asked slowly. With every step he took, the anger in his heart grew by a notch.
He had discovered the cause of all those terrible disasters, but he couldn't tell the public.
This was simply too infuriating. It would have been better if it had really been the government's fault.
Also, about Foggy's threat, that stupid dark wizard who was trying to control him to start a world war.
Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!
After a brief moment of fear, his heart was filled with boundless rage.
"There was no hurricane at all," Foggy said in distress.
"What did you say!" The Prime Minister roared at Foggy, already stomping his feet. "Trees uprooted, roofs torn, road signs bent, a large number of people dead or missing, countless injured …"
"It was all done by the Death Eaters!" Foggy said. "It's the followers of the demon who can't even be named. Dumbledore told us that the man might be collecting a large number of human corpses and souls to cast an evil spell. That's about it, he didn't go into too much detail …"
Foggy's voice was visibly trembling as he spoke. He still couldn't believe such a thing.
But the signs were very clear. Dumbledore must know something, but he was unwilling to tell them everything.
"Collecting human corpses and souls to cast an evil spell, you mean, he's carrying out a massacre!"
The Prime Minister stopped abruptly, as if he had run into an invisible wall.
"This is just our guess, but it's possible that the mysterious man is causing a massacre, which is why he tried to control you to start a war," Foggy said, stopping turning his hat. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "In fact, it was the same with the incident at Brockdale Bridge, but we were alerted in advance and knew their whereabouts. We evacuated the Muggle on the bridge, which prevented greater losses."
There was another silence. The Prime Minister didn't know what to say anymore. Things seemed to be completely out of control.
"But don't worry, the Ministry of Magic's Auror are closely monitoring the entire country. We're confident that we can control the situation. He doesn't have much chance," Foggy said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. As Foggy spoke, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "In the hurricane in the west, he might have used the giants to slow down our preparations, but..."
"You mean the giants?"
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