But they still met again.
Less than a year later, an upset Foggy suddenly appeared out of thin air in the cabinet room and told the Prime Minister that "Ghostbusters" (at least that was what it sounded like) had messed up during the World Cup, and several Muggle were "involved." But the Prime Minister didn't have to worry. Although the mark of the Mystery Man appeared again, it didn't mean anything.
Foggy believed that this was just an isolated incident, and while they were talking, the Muggle Communications Office was busy modifying memories.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Foggy said again. "In order to hold the Trifecta Tournament, we have to import three fire dragons and a sphinx from abroad. This is the usual practice. However, the people from the Department of Magical Animal Control told me that according to the regulations, if we bring any particularly dangerous animals into this country, we have to inform you."
"I — what — fire dragons?" the Prime Minister stammered.
"Yes, three," Foggy said. "And a sphinx.
Well, I wish you all the best. "
The Prime Minister hoped that nothing more terrible than a fire dragon and a sphinx would appear, but he was wrong.
Less than two years later, Foggy emerged from the fire again. This time, he brought news that there had been a mass prison break in Azkaban.
"A mass prison break?" the Prime Minister repeated in a hoarse voice.
"Don't worry, don't worry!"
Foggy said loudly, one foot already in the flames. "We'll catch them all soon — I just thought I should let you know!"
Before the Prime Minister could shout, "Hey, wait!" Foggy had disappeared in a cloud of green sparks.
No matter what the media and the opposition said, the Prime Minister wasn't a stupid man.
He noticed that although Foggy had promised him when they first met, they saw each other often now, and each time they met, Foggy seemed more uneasy.
The Prime Minister didn't want to think about the Minister of Magic, but he couldn't help but worry that the next time Foggy appeared, he would definitely bring worse news.
So when he saw Fudge step out of the fire again, it seemed to him that this was the worst thing that had happened to him in a bad week.
Foggy was disheveled, irritated, and seemed angry and surprised that the Prime Minister didn't understand why he was visiting.
"How would I know — hmm — what happened in the Wizard World?"
The Prime Minister said stiffly, "I have a country to run. I have enough things to worry about —"
"We're worried about the same thing." Foggy interrupted him. "Brockdale Bridge isn't in disrepair. The wind wasn't actually a hurricane. Those murders weren't committed by Muggle.
Also, with Herbert Jolay gone, his family would be safer.
We're currently arranging for him to be transferred to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital. We can do it tonight. "
"Why are you … afraid of me … what?"
Fudge took a deep breath and said: "Prime Minister, I'm very sorry to tell you that he's back.
That devil whose name can't even be mentioned is back. "
"You're back? You said he's back. He's still alive? What I mean is — "
The Prime Minister searched his memory for the specific content of the terrible conversation from three years ago. At that time, Foggy had talked to him about the Wizard who made everyone turn pale. The Wizard who had mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous crimes 15 years ago.
"Yes, he's still alive," Foggy said.
"Kind of alive — I can't say for sure. Is a person who can't be killed still alive? I don't understand what's going on, and Dumbledore won't explain it properly. But anyway, he definitely has a body. He can walk, talk, and kill. So I think, as far as what we're talking about, he is indeed alive. "
The Prime Minister didn't know what to say for a moment. But he had a deep-rooted habit of showing that he knew everything about any topic. So he searched his memory for the content of their previous conversations.
"Little Gray Wolf Blake is with — hmm — the devil whose name can't even be mentioned?"
"Blake?"
Foggy said distractedly, twirling his bowler hat rapidly between his fingers.
"You mean Sirius Blake, right? Blake is dead. We found out later that, well, we were wrong about Blake.
He turned out to be innocent and not in cahoots with the devil whose name can't even be mentioned. I mean. "
He twirled the bowler hat faster in his hand. "All the evidence shows — there are more than fifty eyewitnesses — but he's dead.
He was actually killed.
In the Ministry of Magic's office. This matter must be investigated … "
Hearing this, the Prime Minister surprised himself by suddenly feeling compassion for Foggy.
However, his compassion was fleeting and was immediately replaced by a sense of self-satisfaction.
He realized that although he didn't have the ability to materialize from the fireplace, there had never been a murder case in the government department under his jurisdiction … at least not yet …
The Prime Minister tapped on the wooden table surreptitiously. It was a habit of many peoples in the world: if something ominous was said or thought, quickly tap on a nearby wooden object to prevent it from happening.
Foggy continued, "But the matter of Blake is in the past. The problem now is that we are at war. Prime Minister, something must be done."
"At war?" the Prime Minister repeated uneasily. "That must be a bit of an exaggeration."
"Some of the followers of the devil whose name can't even be mentioned went to him after escaping from Azkaban in January."
Foggy spoke faster and faster, his bowler hat twirling into a blur of yellow-green. "They've done a lot of damage since their public appearance.
Brockdale Bridge - it was he who brought it down, Hand; he threatened to slaughter the Muggles in droves unless I took his side - '
"Good heavens, so it was your fault that those people were killed, and I was forced to answer inexplicable questions about rusty equipment, rotting telescopic joints, and so on!"
"My fault!"
Foggy said, his face red. "Are you saying that you would give in to such a threat?"
"Perhaps not," said the Prime Minister, standing up and pacing the room with long strides. "But I will do everything in my power to catch the man who threatened me and prevent him from committing such a atrocious crime!"
"Do you think I haven't done anything?" Foggy asked, agitated. "Every Auror in the Ministry of Magic has tried every means to find him and round up his followers until today! But we're talking about the most powerful Wizard in history, and he's been at large for nearly thirty years! "
"I think you're going to tell me that he was the cause of the hurricane in the west?"
With every step he took, the anger in his heart grew.
It was infuriating that he had discovered the cause of all those terrible disasters but could not tell the public. It would have been better if it had been the government's fault.
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