Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 427 Muggle
Seeing the Muggle Prime Minister surrender, Scrimgeour's expression became much better and his hand slowly left the wand.

The Muggle Prime Minister opposite him also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point in the process, he could see clearly that the man in front of him, who looked very much like a lion, was definitely not a qualified politician.

Real politicians never show their emotions on their faces. They are just like the "rational people" assumed in economics, cold-blooded, emotionless, and only care about interests!

As long as the benefits are big enough, it doesn't matter how you humiliate him.

Just like the previous Minister of Magic Fudge, although he looked down on Muggles from the bottom of his heart, he still maintained the most basic etiquette and chatted and laughed with the Muggle Prime Minister.

But it's obvious that he hasn't done his job well, because anyone who has been with him can see the arrogance hidden in his bones.

On the other hand, the new Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour, does not have any of the hypocrisy commonly seen in politicians, but is more of a soldier with iron-bloodedness and directness.

'This should be a high-ranking officer from the military, and he is likely the leader who previously controlled the military power of the Ministry of Magic!'

The Muggle Prime Minister made a quick judgment, which in another way confirmed his initial suspicions.

Under the powerful pressure of the mysterious man who cannot even be named, there should have been a civil strife within the Ministry of Magic, which forced the original Minister of Magic to step down, and Scrimgeour, who had control of the military power, took over the banner!

Thinking of this, the corners of the Muggle Prime Minister's mouth curled up, because generally speaking, leaders of this type of warlord have one characteristic, which is that they are easily fooled!

"Minister Scrimgeour, I have read a lot of information about the mysterious man who must not be named, so I know a little bit about him." The Muggle Prime Minister pretended to be sincere and said, "He seems to be an extreme radical, just like the war criminal named Grindelwald during World War II. He advocates violence and hopes to provoke a war between ordinary people, which is what you call Muggles and wizards, right?"

Scrimgeour nodded silently. Although he knew very well that the Muggle Prime Minister's analogy was outrageous and that Voldemort was no match for Grindelwald in any way, he did not correct the other party's mistake. Instead, he wanted to hear what the other party wanted to say.

"Minister Scrimgeour, we are all people who advocate peace. We exist to enable our people to live and work in peace and contentment." The Muggle Prime Minister continued, "And warmongers like the mysterious man who must not even be named are our common enemies. In other words, we are in the same group."

After saying this, the Muggle Prime Minister looked at Scrimgeour, but this time there was no expression on Scrimgeour's face.

He smiled slightly and said tentatively:

"From our previous conversation, I have learned that your department's current situation is not optimistic, and it can even be said to be very difficult. And considering that we are comrades in the same camp, I think our country may be able to provide some assistance to your department, whether it is military or humanitarian..."

“This is not necessary!”

Scrimgeour rejected the other party almost without hesitation.

Let Muggles, who almost all wizards consider to be inferior creatures, come to help them?
Are you kidding me?
Not only would this violate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, it would also show that their Ministry of Magic was incompetent!

Scrimgeour felt that the other party was insulting him. He stared at him and said:
"This is a war between wizards, and you Muggles can't do anything! Just look, the aftermath of a battle between a dozen wizards alone shattered the Newcastle Bridge, and a boring holiday experiment by a Hogwarts student caused heavy snow in North London in midsummer, not to mention the virus leak caused by the capture of an alchemist's workshop, which caused the plague in Liverpool! These seem like trivial matters to us, but can you handle them? If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid your situation is very difficult now, right?"

The Muggle Prime Minister's face turned blue and purple. Scrimgeour's words were undoubtedly a slap in his own face.

However, his good political literacy still made him resist the urge to turn hostile immediately. He leaned back in his chair and said coldly,
"Yes, the current situation in our country is indeed not optimistic. Even I am being criticized by others, but whose fault is this? These disasters caused by you wizards have claimed the lives of thousands of people. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Scrimgeour was silent again. He wanted to admit that he didn't care about the lives of those Muggles at all, but he couldn't say these words openly, so he could only remain silent.

"Since you don't need our assistance, please get rid of the mysterious man who must not even be named as soon as possible. Even if you can't get rid of him, please suppress him and his followers as soon as possible and don't let them cause any more trouble in the Muggle world!" The Muggle Prime Minister lit another cigar and said while puffing. "If you really can't do it, then I can only do it myself to protect my people. I believe that in terms of lethality, bullets and spells should be the same."

"Are you threatening me?"

Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed into slits, and those who knew him knew that this was a sign of extreme anger.

The Muggle Prime Minister opposite seemed to be scared as well. The cigar in his hand fell to the ground again, burning a big hole in the carpet.

"No, no, no! You misunderstood! Please don't get excited." The Muggle Prime Minister waved his hands comically and said, "What I mean is that we will use necessary force to protect our people from harm. This doesn't mean that we will attack wizards, but if necessary we will still... uh... you understand what I mean, right? I can't just watch my people being ravaged!"

Looking at the somewhat funny appearance of the Muggle Prime Minister, Scrimgeour's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm. He stood up with a smile, looked down at the other party, and said sarcastically:

"Haha, you can try and see if your scraps are any good. But I think you are just wasting your time."

After saying this, Scrimgeour's figure began to twist and eventually disappeared.

Silence returned to the office again, and the Muggle Prime Minister looked at the empty sofa chair opposite him, a smile appearing on his face.

To this day, most wizards still think that Muggles are like ants and they can crush them all with just a wave of their hands.

This view was indeed applicable a thousand years ago, but times have changed now!

The explosive growth of technology in the past thousand years has not only made their quality of life increasingly higher, but also given them enough strategic power to compete with wizards!
The wizards, on the other hand, are standing still; their magical powers are developing too slowly!

It can be said that Muggles today have far surpassed wizards in some aspects!
But these so-called wizards still retain the pride of the old times.

Just like the previous Minister of Magic named Scrimgeour, during the conversation with him, the Muggle Prime Minister only read one word on his face, and that was arrogance!
But arrogance is good!
The power of Muggles is still too weak nowadays. If a war breaks out directly with wizards, the final result can only be mutual destruction.

But the prime ministers of various countries believed that as long as they were given enough time, defeating the wizards would be an extremely easy task.

Because compared to magic, the development of technology is really too fast!

Only if the other party is arrogant enough will they look down on Muggles.

Only in this way can Muggles have more time to continue to develop!

And when the Muggles develop even more terrifying military power, wizards will no longer be noble!
They will be forced to open their borders under the bombardment of cannons and conduct exchanges and free trade with other countries. By that time, the power of wizards will be completely integrated into the Muggle world.

Thinking of this, the smile on the Muggle Prime Minister's face became even brighter. He had already begun to imagine what it would be like when he could cast magic one day!
Who doesn’t like strong personal power?

But suddenly, he jumped up from his chair as if he remembered something and screamed:
"Damn it! I forgot to ask them to deal with the plague in Liverpool!"

Having said that, the Muggle Prime Minister wanted to run to the portrait and call the other party again, but this time, to his disappointment, the little man in the portrait disappeared.

"Tsk, how petty." The Muggle Prime Minister cursed, "Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days. Anyway, the people in Liverpool will not die all for the time being."

Having said this, the Muggle Prime Minister sat back in his office chair, looked up at the ceiling, and fell into fantasy again.

"Resurrection from the dead? That's great!"

……

Early in the morning, in a cafe on the streets of London, listening to the soothing music playing in the shop, Mike, dressed in casual sportswear, sat in a spacious booth like an ordinary person who had just finished a morning run and was ready to take a break, staring at the people coming and going outside the window.

He is waiting for someone.

Kingsley, the pure-blooded black wizard who came from voodoo, insisted on setting the meeting place for the two of them here.

Although Mike felt strange about this, he did not refuse.

After all, for a private gathering like this, a Muggle cafe is indeed a better choice than the Leaky Cauldron or the Hog's Head. At least, there will be fewer wizards here.

"Your coffee, sir!"

A beautiful voice brought Mike back to his senses. He turned around and saw a youthful-looking waitress looking at the place attentively. In her hand was a coffee set.

"Thank you."

Taking the tray, Mike gave her a bright smile, and the latter gently scratched Mike's palm when he reached out to take the tray.

Then she licked her lips at Mike again and twisted her body back to the bar.

The other party's implication was very clear. If Mike was willing, he would surely be unable to escape a fleeting romance.

However, Mike is not very interested in this kind of thing.

He is not an innocent boy who knows nothing, so he knows very well that he should not touch a woman who takes the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

Because you don’t even know whether the other person is clean or not.

Perhaps in the perception of normal people, those women who specialize in these services are the dirtiest. When thinking of them, the first thing that comes to many people's minds is x disease.

But in fact, compared with many women who are open to the public in society, those professional women are much cleaner.

At the very least, most companies have regular physical examinations, but Mike doesn't think those society girls have that awareness. They just pursue pure hedonism.

So compared to this kind of fleeting relationship, Mike would rather go to professional places if he has the need.

Looking at the waitress's twisting back, Mike raised the corners of his mouth slightly, rubbed his hands and prepared to enjoy his coffee.

At this moment, a low voice came from behind him.

"It seems that you are very lucky."

Mike's hand holding the coffee cup paused for a moment, but he did not turn around. Instead, he whispered nonchalantly:
"How long have you been here?"

"Longer than you."

"Oh, really?" Mike took a sip of coffee and found it a bit bitter, so he tore open the sugar bag and added it in. "Dumbledore should have told you everything, right?"

"Yes, he asked me to cooperate with you." Kingsley sat across from Mike holding a cup of coffee. "To be honest, I don't really understand why he would trust you, a student who hasn't even graduated yet. But since he asked, I can only cooperate. So, what do you want me to do?"

"I just want to know where Chris Flint and the Flint family are now."

"That's all you want to know? Oh, okay, they're..." Kingsley looked at Mike in surprise and was about to tell him everything, but halfway through, he widened his eyes as if he had thought of something, looking at Mike in disbelief, "Are you planning to knock on their door directly?"

Mike didn't say anything, just stirred the coffee in his hand.

But his meaning was already very clear. If he didn't deny it, it would mean he acknowledged it.

"You're crazy!" Kingsley stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table and roared at Mike, "Do you know how many people will die if you do this?"

Kingsley's loud voice startled the waitress who had been paying attention to what was happening on Mike's side. Due to the spell, she didn't hear the conversation between the two clearly, but when she saw the burly black man roaring at the handsome blond guy, the waitress still panicked.

"How about I call the police?"

The waitress muttered to herself and took out a flip phone from her pocket.

On the other side, looking at Kingsley who was glaring at him, Mike stopped stirring the coffee.

"Of course I know that, but what does it matter?"

(End of this chapter)