"I don't want to be disturbed," said Scrimnery.
Scrimgeour said impatiently. "Or being watched."
He added, pointing with his wand to the window, and the curtains were drawn.
"Well, I'm a busy man, so let's get straight to the point. First, we need to discuss your security. "
The Prime Minister straightened his back as much as he could. "I am very satisfied with the security measures in place, thank you very much -"
"But we are not satisfied," interrupted Scrimnery. Scrimgeour interrupted him. "If the Prime Minister is under the Soul-Seizing Spell, the Muggles will be in trouble. That new secretary outside your office —"
"I won't send Kingsley Sharkle away, if that's what you're suggesting!" cried the Prime Minister.
"He's very efficient. He does twice as much work as the others -"
"That's because he's a Wizard," said Scrimnery, smiling.
Scrimgeour replied without a trace of a smile on his face. "A well-trained Auror, sent here to protect you."
"Oh, wait!" cried the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister shouted, "You can't just put your people in my office. I decide who works for me —"
"You're satisfied with Sharkle, I suppose?" said Scrimnery coldly.
"Yes - I mean, it was -"
"Then there's no question, is there?" asked Scrimnery.
"I... yes, as long as Sharkle's work is so... well... so good," said the Prime Minister feebly. But Scrimnery did not seem to hear.
"And, as for Herbert Jolly - your Assistant Secretary," he went on, "the man who does the ducks and makes the public laugh."
"What's the matter with him?"
"It's obviously a reaction to a bad Soulless Charm," said Scrimnery.
Said Scrimgeour. "His mind is muddled, but that doesn't rule out his danger."
"He's only learned a few ducks!" said the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister tried to defend himself weakly. "Rest more … drink less alcohol … you'll definitely …"
"A medical team from the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries is examining him as we speak.
So far, he had tried to strangle three of them.
I think it's best that we remove him from Muggle society for the time being. "
"I... Then... Will he get better?" The Prime Minister asked worriedly. Scrimgeour just shrugged and turned back to the fireplace.
"Alright, that's all I have to say.
I'll keep you posted, Prime Minister - or, perhaps, I'll be too busy to come myself, and then I'll send Fudge up here. He has agreed to stay on as an advisor. "
Foggy tried to squeeze out a smile but failed. He looked like he had a toothache.
Scrimgeour was already rummaging in his pockets for the mysterious powder that made the flames green.
The Prime Minister stared at the two of them for a moment without hope. Then, the words he had been holding back all evening finally burst out.
"But, for heaven's sake, you are Wizard! You know how to cast spells! Surely you can solve - yes - solve any problem! "
Scrimgeour slowly turned around and exchanged a puzzled look with Foggy.
Foggy finally smiled and said amiably, "The problem is, the other side knows how to cast spells too, Prime Minister."
With that, the two Wizard stepped into the bright green flames one after the other and disappeared.
A few minutes after the two adepts disappeared, the Prime Minister's phone rang.
When he picked up, it was the voice of his secretary.
Of course, it wasn't Kingsley.
"Prime Minister, it's the Queen. Do you pick up?"
The Prime Minister took the time to adjust his state of mind and said in a low voice, "Pick it up."
...
The record of this sad meeting was sent to Jon's desk as soon as it ended. In fact, Jon didn't particularly want to deal with this. The Hufflepuff Magic Research Society had already spread its influence into the Ministry of Magic. After all, they were just an unofficial society and didn't have any conflicts with the Ministry of Magic.
Of course, on the surface, they certainly didn't have any conflicts.
However, an organization couldn't be as simple as it appeared on the surface. They had a lot of things to do, and these things gave them a strong influence. Especially in such a chaotic situation, everyone wanted to learn more magic to protect themselves and their families.
After all, Jon was still the cofounder of the Magic Research Society in name. His magic picture hung on the wall of the Secretary General's office, together with pictures or portraits of Helga, Dumbledore, Professor Sprout, and several other students.
So he took a quick look at the minutes sent by Kingsley. The new monitor produced in the AO laboratory could completely adapt to the magical environment, and Kingsley was a very good eavesdropper, so he filled in this part of the content very well.
These contents could be directly used in the book, and didn't even need to be modified.
Jon drew a blue and silver tick on the report, then handed it to Kane to send to Privet Drive. Then, he thought of Snape. He had promised Snape a protection spell, but hadn't handed it to him yet. But considering that Dumbledore was still alive on the surface, he shouldn't be in danger for the time being.
In fact, sometimes, acting was very tiring. Obviously, this matter could be done quickly, but it had to be dragged out slowly. Things that could be done with force but had to be done with strategy. In fact, it was very painful.
Jon didn't think that this was a problem, but he felt that it was troublesome. Many times, humans simplified things because they felt that it was troublesome.
Sometimes, he would be lazy, and laziness made people evolve.
At least recently, he felt that his mind was very clear. Once he thought that he could save time to rest, he could quickly deal with all the problems and then go home to stay.
In this kind of weather, it was so hot that people didn't want to move. How good was it to be at home? The magic formation could be maintained at a comfortable temperature, and there were fairies to serve him.
A good life could indeed corrupt a person's will, especially when he didn't need to do anything personally.
Laura's side was gradually getting on the right track. Although the method she used was a little shady, it was urgent and no one could say anything.
She was about to save the people, and under such circumstances, it would be too much to say anything else.
Grindvall's side was also making progress, not in terms of the research in the laboratory, but in terms of Grindvall's personal strength.
Helga... As a god, it was normal for him to sleep for one or two years. According to what Jon knew, the ancient Helga gods would sleep for ten years each time, and only wake up for a few days after that.
Thinking of this, he planned to go to Helga's world to take a look. Suddenly, he received a message.
This message came from a magic "telegraph" that he gave to Snape. It could store images and sounds, and at the same time, record and transmit them.
If this thing suddenly sent him a message, it meant that someone was visiting Snape's place, and it wasn't a good person.
It was most likely the Black Wizard.
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