Chapter 269 What a terrible summer

10 Downing Street, Westminster, London, Prime Minister's Office.

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

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 in the slums of East London due to overdoses of drugs. The public began to be dissatisfied with the effectiveness of the government's drug ban. Demonstrations and marches took place in many places, and the newspapers were full of condemnation.

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

Floating corpses frequently appeared in the Thames, and their appearance was similar to the legendary fish man.

...

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

Mr. Major couldn't help but sigh.

The above things are big and small. If they happened one by one in normal times, 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!

God! He had only been Prime Minister for four years! Is this the limit?

And this was not the most frustrating thing for him. The key point was that all these things were supernatural events!

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

The deaths of those poisonous insects in the East End of London were also extremely exaggerated. They must have been done by wizards!

This was really terrible!

If the public knew about the existence of supernatural creatures, then the world would be over.

In fact, Major had heard about the wizarding world a long time ago. This secret that could not be told was actually nothing to these big men who held the power of a country.

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

The high-level figures of the two worlds worked together to maintain the secrets of the supernatural.

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

But recently, things have begun to change.

And soon, the leader of the legendary wizarding country will come to visit him to discuss the exhaustive solution to these frequent supernatural incidents in recent times.

The wall clock chimed clearly, and Major, who heard the sound, turned his attention to the fireplace in the office.

He had done in-depth research on the wizarding world, so he knew that wizards usually came out of the fireplace. Sure

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

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

"Ahem! You should clean your fireplace!"

The fat man coughed and patted the dust off his body.

A gloating smile appeared on Major's face. He walked up to the fat man and extended his hand in a friendly manner:

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I'm John Major, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom."

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

"Haha, Mr. Fudge, please sit down. I have prepared the best black tea here."

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

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

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

Major was silent. He needed to digest what Fudge said for a while.

After a long while, Major asked, "So, wasn't the thing in the slums of East London done by you wizards?"

"Of course not, we've investigated it, and it should be done by some kind of dark magic creature. We will follow up 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 in the future. As for the others, because it was those dark magic creatures that attacked them 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. Obviously, he was not satisfied with the result, but he didn't say anything, 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 over later and cast the Forget Charm on them one by one. This matter must stop here. If it continues to develop and we can't hold it back, then you and I know the consequences."

Fudge's words were a bit commanding, 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 didn't know what this word meant.

But from the look on Fudge's face when he said this, it should not be a good word, at least it has a certain degree of racial discrimination, just like the word "nigger".

This made Major a little confused. He knew that wizards have always been so arrogant.

But where did 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 time in the past.

They control the most powerful power on this planet, magic!

Not only those extraordinary creatures, but even ordinary humans who look exactly like them are just beings that can be wiped out at will in their eyes.

'You are just a group of low-level creatures. The reason you can continue to live is entirely because of my kindness.'

This is the attitude of those pure-bloods towards ordinary humans.

But what they don't know is that since the birth of the steam engine, the "Muggles" they call have mastered the power that can rival magic!

That is science!

So what if you can do magic?

Can you dodge sniper rifles? Can you dodge missiles and nuclear weapons?

The situation of wizard society and Muggle society is the same as that of other countries on Earth. They all rely on nuclear deterrence to form 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 can rival nuclear weapons, the entire extraordinary 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 fool. I hope you can always be so arrogant until the day 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 bloomed on his face.

"Please, this is such a bad summer." Fudge patted Major's shoulder and sighed, "There are too many troubles recently. I just received another piece of news. Not long ago, a very important prisoner suddenly died in Azkaban, so..."

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

Fudge gave Major a teachable look, then put on his hat again and went back into the fireplace under Major's gaze.

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

Major's slightly bent body straightened up again, and the original 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 air rippled more and more, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo slowly appeared.

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

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

"He's just a country bumpkin who has never seen the world! Don't worry about him!"

...

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

The letter was sent by Black, and there was only one message to be conveyed.

That is, Peter Pettigrew died in Azkaban.

And because the wizard guards in 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 rotten.

Black expressed his anger in the letter.

He believed that he had suffered in Azkaban for more than ten years in vain, and Peter should have stayed for ten years before he could die.

And Peter should have died under the kiss of the Dementors in the end, instead of dying silently from illness!

Mike's anger was even greater than 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!

If he really died, that would be fine!

But Mike always felt that there was something fishy about it!

Reason told Mike that Peter was really dead, but there was always a sense of uneasiness in Mike's heart, lingering.

And the group of students he released.

I have to say that they are really fearless and don't take the Ministry of Magic seriously at all.

Among these twelve people, only Benjamin did a good job of finishing. Even though he made such a big fuss in the East End of London and killed so many people, he didn't let the Ministry of Magic find out about them.

As for the rest, except for those who didn't plan to participate in this game from the beginning, those guys who went out alone were simply stupid.

Several of them even asked Mike to go to the Ministry of Magic to help them clean up their asses!

For this, Mike was also hit by Fudge and lost a lot of blood!

So Xingfuji was quite reliable. After Mike sponsored 100,000 gold galleons for the upcoming Quidditch World Cup in the UK, he directly released the members of the mutual aid association who were temporarily detained in the Ministry of Magic. In addition, except for the guy who mistakenly slaughtered the fishmen who had a covenant with wizards as dark magic creatures, the rest of them basically only received some light punishments.

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

This security guard was not the kind of security guard like Arthur who basically only took money but did not work, but a serious security guard who specialized in guarding the gate. Mike

's original intention was to use this job to humiliate him so that he would remember the lesson this time and not make it again.

After all, this guy must have the strength to kill so many fishmen alone.

But what Mike didn't expect was that this guy was actually a fool!

He actually thought that a job that didn't require him to attend classes and could get paid just by guarding the gate 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.

"What a terrible summer."

Mike sighed, and slumped back on the sofa.

"Dear, what did you say?"

Penelope's voice came from the cloakroom, and Mike quickly put on a smile.

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

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

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

Seeing this, he hurriedly shouted:

"It's okay, dear. I think you look good in an evening dress, which is just right for my suit. What's more, we have to meet many important people today, so it's always right to dress more formally." Damn it

, Penelope has been picking clothes for the whole afternoon, and Mike doesn't want to wait any longer.

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

"Okay then."

Mike was overjoyed to hear that, and quickly stood up, made an inviting gesture and said:

"Well, please, beautiful lady."

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