Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 426 Wizard
At midnight, the Prime Minister of Yingguo was sitting on the sofa chair in his office with his legs crossed.

The expression on his face was very ugly, and he had a cigar that was almost burnt out in his mouth. The smoke produced by the cigar filled the office with closed doors and windows with the smell of smoke.

Normally, the prime minister would not smoke in his office. You know, the prime minister also has to maintain his personal image, especially in this period when the whole nation is disgusted with smoking. If his office is full of the smell of smoke, it is easy for his political opponents to catch it and use it as a handle.

But now he no longer cares about these. On the one hand, his mood at the moment is really bad, and on the other hand, his political enemies now have a better handle to attack him.

Thinking of this, the Prime Minister's expression became even gloomier.

The country of Ying has been plagued by many disasters recently.

First, a steel-structured bridge across the river in Newcastle broke into two without warning. Hundreds of cars driving on the bridge fell into the sea, and a cargo ship that was about to pass under the bridge was hit. The total number of casualties exceeded 500!

Then suddenly, an inexplicable tornado blew up in the suburbs of Birmingham, blowing away countless farmhouses and public facilities built by local people, causing direct and indirect economic losses of more than 200 billion pounds, and the casualties were even more innocent!

The most serious thing is the outbreak of a plague in Liverpool. This new plague has an incubation period of 3 to 7 days. Once it breaks out, the infected person will die of heart and lung failure within just two days. It is widely contagious and has an incredibly high mortality rate. It has almost swept across Liverpool and infected thousands of people.

The most terrifying thing is that after studying this new type of plague, his scientific research department actually came to the conclusion that "they have no way of understanding how this plague spreads and the harm it causes to the body!"

The Prime Minister was furious when he heard this conclusion. He allocated so much scientific research funds every year, but he ended up supporting such a bunch of useless people?
No, we can't say they are all trash.

At least they came up with a solution.

That is to close down the entire Liverpool. As long as all the people in Liverpool die, the plague will be over.

This is really a 'good idea'!
The Prime Minister rejected the proposal without hesitation, and then stood by and did nothing.

Very good, this is very Chinese!
In addition to this, there are many other strange things happening in the country, such as many incredible murders that have occurred all over the country, a heavy snowfall in North London even though it was the height of July, and so on.

These things were undoubtedly used by his political opponents, who frantically encouraged citizens to march in protest and at the same time ridiculed and accused him in parliament.

The central idea is that all the people of Ying country are now in panic, and all this is the fault of himself, the Prime Minister of Ying country!

The Prime Minister felt so wronged that he almost cried.

How can the sudden collapse of the bridge be the government's responsibility? You have to know that the bridge was completed less than ten years ago, and the quality is excellent! And even if the accident was caused by the construction team cutting corners, the responsibility also lies with the construction team!

There are also tornadoes and plagues. Aren't these natural disasters? I am not a god, how can I predict these things?
and many more!

God?

The Prime Minister's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of a group of people who had been hiding in the shadows of the world, possessing powerful mysterious powers like gods - wizards!
At the same time, he also recalled the series of terrorist attacks that swept across the country more than a decade ago.

Others might think that this was just a simple terrorist attack, but as the Prime Minister of a country, he knew very well that it was actually because of civil unrest in the wizarding country. The government's credibility and authority suffered a fatal blow, which led to many wizards with supernatural powers running to their own territory to cause damage!
So, will this be the case again this time?

The Prime Minister's expression suddenly turned fierce. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, then immediately put it out and ran to the oil painting in the corner of the office that depicted a short man with a long silver wig who looked like a frog.

"Ahem!" Clearing his throat, the Prime Minister said to the painting, "Are you there?"

The Prime Minister regretted his words as soon as he finished speaking. You know, he had never taken the initiative to contact that group of people. If this painting was just a one-way contact window, then wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to suddenly talk to himself in front of a painting?
The Prime Minister almost instinctively looked behind him, where his secretary should be standing.

Fortunately, the secretary who was supposed to work overtime with me today has been sent home.

Fortunately!

The Prime Minister couldn't help but think so.

However, just as he was feeling extremely grateful, he suddenly heard a serious and hoarse voice coming from behind him.

"Mr. Prime Minister, what can I do for you?"

The sudden voice startled the Prime Minister. He turned around quickly and found that the short man in the painting who had been lowering his head was now raising his head and looking at him with a puzzled look.

Using the instinct of a politician, the Prime Minister quickly suppressed his frightened expression and said to the portrait with a calm face:
"I need to see your Minister Fudge."

"I'm sorry," the portrait said. "The Minister has gone to bed. Also, Mr. Cornelius Fudge is no longer the Minister of Magic. The new Minister is Rufus Scrimgeour."

Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister's eyebrows jumped and an expression of "as expected" appeared on his face.

You know, as the Prime Minister of one of the five permanent members of the United Nations, Mr. Prime Minister has a very deep understanding of these people with supernatural powers who hide the dark side of the world.

For example, the government of these wizards is called the Ministry of Magic, and the most famous magic school among them is called Hogwarts...

The information revealed by the portrait just confirmed the Prime Minister’s guess. It turned out that all the strange things happening recently were due to internal strife among the wizarding community. The replacement of the Minister of Magic was the best proof of this!

Thinking of this, the Prime Minister's expression suddenly became angry. He stretched out his hand and poked the portrait while shouting:
"I don't care if he's really resting now! I want to talk to him now! You know? You've caused enough trouble here, he must give me an explanation!"

"This... this..." The little man in the portrait looked embarrassed. After a long while, he said with difficulty, "Okay, I'll contact them. Please wait a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little man in the portrait disappeared, and the Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in the sofa chair with a smile, and lit another cigar.

……

Half an hour later, Scrimgeour, dressed in a neat suit and leaning on a cane, appeared quietly in the Prime Minister's office.

Looking at the Prime Minister still sitting on the sofa, smelling the thick smell of smoke, Scrimgeour covered his nose in dissatisfaction. "Whirlwind Cleanup!"

As Scrimgeour shook his wand, a hurricane suddenly blew up in the office, sweeping all the smoke inside out of the window.

This sudden change surprised the Prime Minister, and he almost fell off his chair.

"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister."

Scrimgeour didn't care about that and simply pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the Prime Minister.

After the initial panic, the Prime Minister quickly calmed down. He smiled, stretched out his hand and said:

"Hello, Mr. Scrimgeour."

However, Scrimgeour had no intention of shaking hands with the Prime Minister. He nodded and said directly:
"It's getting late, let's make it short. What do you want from me?"

The Prime Minister withdrew his hand in embarrassment. In the face of Scrimgeour's rude behavior, he was not actually too angry. After all, it was already midnight, and the other party was already giving him face by coming during the break.

You know, even meeting with the prime minister of other ordinary small countries requires a very cumbersome etiquette procedure, not to mention the leader of a wizarding country!
But since the other party wanted to get straight to the point, he would not be polite, so he put away his smile and said:

"Perhaps you don't know yet, but many incredible disasters have occurred in Ying Country during this period. After learning that you have changed your leader, I have reason to believe that this is the result of the civil strife among your wizards. So, I hope you can give me an explanation. Regarding the Newcastle Bridge collapse, is it related to your wizards?"

Hearing this, Scrimgeour fell silent. He stared at the Muggle Prime Minister opposite him with no expression on his face.

But this behavior made the heartbeat of the Prime Minister of Ying Country opposite him suddenly quicken. There was no way, Scrimgeour's face was too fierce, and coupled with the aura he had cultivated as the Director of Auror for a long time, even if he stood still, he would make people around him feel pressured.

Coupled with the fact that the other party also possessed various supernatural powers, all of this added up to make the Muggle Prime Minister feel tremendous pressure.

Finally, Scrimgeour nodded and said in his signature hoarse voice:

"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that it was indeed done by a wizard."

After these words came out, the Muggle Prime Minister felt surprised.

You know, shirking responsibility is a blood-thirsty subject for every politician, and the other party's frank admission made him a little uncomfortable.

However, his experience as the Prime Minister allowed him to quickly adjust his mindset and continue asking:

"Then the tornado in the suburbs of Birmingham, the plague in Liverpool, and the murders in various places were also caused by wizards?"

"Yes, it was indeed done by wizards." Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows and said, "But I want to make it clear that those who did these things were not ordinary wizards, but Death Eaters under Voldemort."

"Voldemort? Death Eaters?"

"That mysterious person whose name cannot be revealed."

As soon as Scrimgeour said this, the Muggle Prime Minister's hand trembled and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground.

"That...that mysterious man who must not be named is back? Wasn't he dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Muggle Prime Minister saw Scrimgeour opposite him looking at him as if he were a fool. In an instant he understood that things in the wizarding world could not be speculated by common sense. Maybe they really had magic that could bring the dead back to life?
After a long sigh, the Prime Minister said:
"That is to say, the mysterious man whose name cannot be mentioned is now leading his men to cause destruction everywhere."

Scrimgeour nodded wordlessly.

"How long will it take you to get rid of that group of terrorists?"

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment before he replied:

"We'll figure it out."

"What I want is the exact time!" The Muggle Prime Minister sneered, "As far as I know, the last time the mysterious man caused trouble for a long time, he even occupied the Ministry of Magic. In the end, it was a baby named Harry Potter who took action to resolve the situation! To be honest, I doubt whether you have the ability to resolve this matter quickly!"

Scrimgeour clenched his fists suddenly. He really didn't expect that the Muggle in front of him had such a deep understanding of the wizarding world and even knew the story of Harry Potter and Voldemort.

At the same time, he also felt extremely angry, because the other party's remarks at this time were undoubtedly a mockery of him and the Ministry of Magic!
Although Scrimgeour is not an extremist who believes in pure-blood supremacy, the long-term influence of the pure-blood atmosphere still makes him look down on Muggles from the bottom of his heart!

So he instinctively wanted to take out his wand and teach the Muggle in front of him a lesson.

However, just as his hand had already grasped the wand, something on the Muggle Prime Minister's desk brought him back to his senses.

It was an equidistant azimuthal projection of a world map centered on the North Pole, with a pattern of a wreath of crossed olive branches - the emblem of the United Nations!

Perhaps to ordinary people this is just a simple pattern, but to Scrimgeour, it represents power!

The most powerful force in the entire Muggle world!
Perhaps a fool like Fudge would ignore such power, but Scrimgeour was different. He had tried to understand these Muggles before, so he knew very well what kind of power these Muggles, whom they usually looked down upon, held in their hands!

In the face of such power, even he, the current Minister of Magic, has to retreat!
At this moment, the Muggle Prime Minister also noticed Scrimgeour's actions. Knowing something about wizard culture, he immediately realized that the other party was preparing to launch an attack!
So, before Scrimgeour took action, the Muggle Prime Minister said hastily:

"Of course, I have great confidence in your strength. You have existed for countless years, and you have many strengths that we need to learn from. Please forgive my rudeness, because the situation here has reached a very critical moment, so I need you to get rid of the terrorist as soon as possible!"

(End of this chapter)