Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 269 What a Bad Summer
10 Downing Street, Westminster, London.

Prime Minister Mr. Major was sitting behind a huge desk, looking at the pile of documents in front of him.

He felt like he was going crazy.

A fire broke out in a remote village and hundreds of villagers were burned to death.

Dozens of people died from drug overdoses in the slums of East London. People began to feel dissatisfied with the effectiveness of the government's drug ban. Demonstrations and marches took place in many places, and the newspapers were full of condemnations.

A large fire broke out in the southern forest, and several human remains were found at the fire scene.

Floating corpses frequently appear in the Thames, and their appearance resembles the legendary merman.

……

"What a terrible summer! Why do all these things have to happen at the same time!"

Mr. Major couldn't help but utter this exclamation.

The above-mentioned things are big and small. If they happened one by one under normal circumstances, he would be confident that he could suppress them with his own means. But now they are all squeezed together, which has caused his public support rate to plummet!
Oh my God! I have only been Prime Minister for four years! Is this the limit?

And this is not what makes him most upset. The key point is that all these things are supernatural events!

A werewolf's body was found at the scene of the burned village!

The deaths of those drug addicts in East London were also extremely exaggerated, they must have been caused by wizards!
This is really bad!

If people were to learn of the existence of supernatural beings, the world would be doomed.

In fact, Major had heard of the wizarding world a long time ago. This unspeakable secret was actually nothing to these big men who held the power of an entire country.

Since ancient times, the rulers of Britain have had connections with this group of people called wizards.

High-ranking figures from both worlds work together to maintain supernatural secrets.

They have been doing a good job, as can be seen from the fact that the wizarding world has not been exposed until now.

But recently, things have started to change.

Soon, the leader of the legendary wizard kingdom will come to visit him to discuss solutions to the recent frequent supernatural incidents.

The wall clock chimed clearly, and upon hearing the sound, Major turned his gaze to the fireplace in the office.

He had studied the wizarding world in depth, so he knew that wizards usually came out of fireplaces.

Sure enough, before the wall clock stopped chiming, there was a crackling sound coming from the fireplace, and a lot of smoke and dust was raised.

Then, a fat man wearing a top hat and a cloak and with a slightly bald head walked out of the fireplace.

"Ahem! You should clean your fireplace!"

The fat man coughed and brushed the dust off himself.

Major's face showed a gloating smile, and he walked up to the fat man and extended his hand in a friendly manner:

"I'm sorry, I was inconsiderate. I'm John Major, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom."

"Hello, I'm Connery Fudge, the British Minister of Magic." Fudge shook Major's hand perfunctorily, then took out his wand and gave himself a cleanse. "Phew! I feel much better now."

"Haha, Mr. Fudge, please take a seat. I have prepared the best black tea."

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Major." Fudge took off his hat and put it on his chest. "I'm sure you already know something about what happened this summer. The werewolf village was destroyed, the fishmen in the Thames were massacred, and the vampires hiding in the remote suburbs were also hunted down.

These things are serious, but we have found out the truth. This is not a new terrorist attack, but a spontaneous hunting competition held by a group of Hogwarts students, and the prey is those evil dark magic creatures.

Don't worry, they have all been punished."

Major remained silent. He needed some time to digest what Fudge had said.

After a while, Major asked, "So, wasn't it you wizards who did what happened in the slums of East London?"

"Of course not. We have investigated it. It should be done by some dark magic creature. We will follow up on the investigation."

"Okay, then can I know what kind of punishment those students who participated in the hunting competition received?"

"Oh, you mean them." Fudge's face showed an indignant look. "What a bunch of ignorant children! They always cause trouble for adults! Don't worry, the one who massacred the murloc tribe has been expelled from Hogwarts, and we broke his wand, so he can't use magic from now on. As for the others, because they were attacked by those dark magic creatures first, and the consequences were not serious, we gave them a warning, and then when they go back to school, they will be put in detention for half a semester."

Major's fists clenched unconsciously. It was obvious that he was not satisfied with the outcome, but he did not say anything and just nodded silently.

"Then let's talk about what your Muggle government is going to do." Fudge felt a little hot and began to fan himself with his hat. "You must find all the Muggle witnesses. People from the Auror Office will come later and cast the Oblivion Charm on them one by one. This matter must end here. If it develops further and we can't stop it, then you and I know the consequences."

Fudge's words had a commanding tone, which made Major a little uncomfortable, and what made him even more angry was the word "Muggle" used to refer to them.

That's right, 'Muggle'.

Major had no idea what the word meant.

But judging from Fudge's expression when he said this, this should not be a good word. At the very least, it carries a certain degree of racial discrimination, just like the word "nigger".

This made Major a little confused, as he knew that wizards have always been so arrogant.

But where does the arrogance of these wizards come from?
According to the information collected by successive prime ministers, it is true that wizards have been the masters of this world for a long period of time in the past.

They wield the most powerful force on the planet, magic!
Not only those extraordinary creatures, but even ordinary humans who look exactly like them are nothing more than existences that can be wiped out at will in their eyes.

"You are just a bunch of inferior creatures. The only reason you are still alive is because of my kindness."

This is how the purebloods treat ordinary humans.

But what they don't know is that since the birth of the steam engine, the 'Muggles' they call have mastered powers comparable to magic!

That's science!
So what if you know magic?

Can you dodge sniper rifles, missiles and nuclear weapons?
The current situation in wizarding society and Muggle society is the same as that in other countries on Earth. They all rely on nuclear deterrence to create a temporary peace.

The only difference is that the wizards' nuclear bombs are alive and can walk.

If there were no top wizards in the wizarding world whose destructive power was comparable to that of nuclear weapons, the entire supernatural world would have been conquered by these 'muggles' long ago.

In Major's opinion, wizards and Muggles should be equal at present. And this state is only temporary. The progress of science is much faster than magic. He firmly believes that more powerful weapons will appear in the near future, and by that time, wizards will be pulled down from the altar.

Thinking of this, Major felt much better, his clenched fists loosened, and a formal smile bloomed on his face again.

'Just treat it as a joke, I hope you can stay so arrogant forever, until the day comes when we surpass you! '

Major comforted himself and said, "Leave it to me, Minister."

Fudge was obviously very satisfied with Major's attitude, and a smile broke out on his face.

"Please, this is such a terrible summer." Fudge patted Major on the shoulder and sighed, "There have been too many troubles recently. I just received another piece of news that a very important prisoner suddenly died in Azkaban not long ago, so..."

"I understand. Take care. I will do what you asked me to do."

Fudge gave Major a teachable look, then put his hat back on and went back into the fireplace as Major watched.

Then, there was another burst of dust and accompanied by crackling sounds, Fudge disappeared.

Major's slightly bent body straightened up again, and the formal smile on his face was replaced by a gloomy look that seemed to drip water.

Suddenly, the space in the corner of the office began to ripple like the surface of water, and as the amplitude of the air ripples became larger and larger, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo slowly appeared.

"The pure-blood nobles are still so arrogant." said the middle-aged man.

Major glanced at the middle-aged man, put his hands behind his back, and snorted:

"He's just a country bumpkin who has never seen the world! Nothing to worry about!"

……

At the same time, in the villa in Godric's Hollow, Mike was looking at a letter in his hand with a gloomy face.

The letter was from Blake, and it contained only one message.

That was Peter Pettigrew, who died in Azkaban.

And because the wizard guards of Azkaban were too lazy, they would only check the cells once every ten days or half a month. So when the guards found Peter, the body was already highly decomposed.

Blake expressed his anger in the letter.

He believed that he had suffered in Azkaban for more than ten years in vain, and Peter should also stay for ten years before dying.

And Peter should have died from the Dementor's Kiss in the end, instead of dying silently from illness!
Mike was even angrier than the others.

In the original book, the guy who brought Voldemort back to England and resurrected him was Peter Pettigrew. Mike originally thought that he could rest assured by locking Peter in Azkaban, but he didn't expect that this guy would die just like that!

It would be fine if I really died!
But Mike always felt that there was something fishy going on!
Reason told Mike that Peter was really dead, but there was always a lingering feeling of uneasiness in Mike's heart.

And there are the group of students that I released.

I have to say that they are really like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, and they don't take the Ministry of Magic seriously at all.

Among these twelve people, only Benjamin did a good job in finishing the work. Even though they caused such a big commotion in the East End of London and killed so many people, the Ministry of Magic did not find out about them.

As for the rest, except for those who had no intention of participating in this competition from the beginning, those who went out alone were simply stupid.

Several of them even asked Mike to go to the Ministry of Magic himself to clean up their messes!
For this, Mike was hit by Fudge and suffered a heavy loss!

So Xingfuji was quite reliable. After Mike very sensibly sponsored 100,000 gold Galleons for the Quidditch World Cup to be held in the UK, he directly released the members of the mutual aid society who were temporarily detained in the Ministry of Magic. Moreover, except for the guy who mistakenly slaughtered the murlocs who had an alliance with wizards as dark magic creatures, the rest of them basically only received some mild punishments.

As for the guy who almost exterminated the fish-men in the Thames, Mike did not give up on him. Instead, he took him in directly after he was fired. Not only did he make him an umbrella similar to Hagrid's (with a new wand hidden inside), he also gave him a new job: as a security guard.

This security guard is not like Arthur and his friends who basically just take the money and do no work. He is a serious security guard who specializes in guarding the gate.

Mike's original intention was to use this job to humiliate him so that he would learn his lesson and never make the same mistake again.

After all, this guy was able to kill so many fishmen by himself, so he must be quite powerful.

But what Mike didn't expect was that this guy turned out to be a fool!

He actually felt that this job, where he could get paid for guarding the gate without having to go to class every day, was very suitable for him, and he even planned to work in Mike's factory for a long time!

This made Mike feel a little disappointed!
Mike felt a little pain in his liver when he thought of this guy. He crumpled the letter in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

“It’s been a terrible summer.”

Mike sighed and collapsed on the sofa with a tactical backward movement.

"What did you say, dear?"

Penelope's voice came from the cloakroom, and Mike quickly put on a smiling face when he heard it.

"Nothing, I just wanted to remind you that we might not have much time."

"Really? But I haven't decided what to wear to the game yet." Penelope came out with a sad face. She was wearing an off-shoulder evening dress, and a sapphire necklace on her neck was sparkling. "Do you think it would be too formal if I wore an evening dress? After all, this is just a football game. Otherwise, I'd better change into something more casual."

After saying that, Penelope turned and walked towards the cloakroom again.

Seeing this, he hurriedly shouted:

"It's okay, dear. I think you look great in an evening gown, which matches my suit perfectly. Besides, we are going to meet a lot of important people today, so it's always a good idea to dress more formally."

Damn it, Penelope had spent the entire afternoon picking out clothes, and Mike didn't want to wait any longer.

Penelope thought for a moment, then looked at the sky outside, her frown relaxed, and she said:

"OK then."

Mike was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly stood up, made an inviting gesture and said:

"Well, please, pretty lady."

Penelope smiled and took Mike's arm, and then the two of them got into the Thestral carriage parked at the door.

(End of this chapter)