Chapter 426 Wizard

At midnight, the Prime Minister of Ying Country was sitting on the sofa chair in the office with his legs crossed.

The expression on his face was very ugly, and he was holding a cigar that was about to burn out in his mouth. The smoke from the cigar made the office with closed doors and windows full of smoke.

In the past, 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 smoke, it is easy for his political enemies to use it as a handle.

But now he doesn't care about these anymore. On the one hand, his mood at the moment is really too 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.

Ying Country has been plagued by disasters recently.

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

Then a strange tornado suddenly blew up in the suburbs of Birmingham, directly blowing away countless farmhouses and public facilities built by locals, directly and indirectly causing more than 20 billion pounds of economic losses, and the casualties were even more innocent!

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

The most terrifying thing is that after studying this new plague, his scientific research department actually came to the conclusion that "they have no way to understand the spread of this plague 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 actually raised such a bunch of waste?

No, it can't be said that they are all waste.

At least they also gave a solution.

That is to close 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 this plan without hesitation, and then did not take any measures.

Very good, this is very Yingguo!

In addition, there are many other strange things happening in Yingguo, such as many incredible murders all over the country. It was obviously the midsummer of July, but there was a heavy snow in North London, etc.

And these things were undoubtedly used by their political opponents. They frantically encouraged citizens to march and protest, and at the same time satirized and accused themselves in parliament.

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

In this regard, the Prime Minister was so wronged that he was about to cry.

How could the sudden collapse of the bridge be the government's responsibility? You know, the bridge was just 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'm not a god, how could I have predicted these things?

Wait!

God?

The Prime Minister's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of a group of people, a group of people who have been hiding in the shadows of the world, mastering powerful mysterious powers like gods - wizards!

At the same time, he also recalled the series of terrorist attacks that swept the entire Ying country more than a decade ago.

Others may think that this is just a simple terrorist attack, but as the prime minister of a country, he knows very well that it was actually because of the civil strife in the wizard country, and the government's credibility and authority were fatally hit, which led to many wizards with supernatural powers running to their own territory to cause damage!

So, this time, will it be the same situation again?

The Prime Minister's expression suddenly became fierce. He took a puff of his cigarette, then immediately put it out and ran to the oil painting in the corner of the office, which depicted a small man with a long silver wig and a frog-like appearance.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the Prime Minister regretted it. You know, he has never taken the initiative to contact that group of people. If this oil painting is just a one-way contact window, then it is not embarrassing to talk to himself in front of an oil painting?

The Prime Minister almost instinctively looked behind him. In the past, his secretary should have been standing there.

But fortunately, the secretary who was supposed to work overtime with him today has been sent home by him.

What a blessing!

The Prime Minister couldn't help thinking so.

However, when he was overjoyed, he suddenly heard a serious and hoarse voice behind him.

"Mr. Prime Minister, what's up?"

The sudden voice startled the Prime Minister. He turned around quickly and found that the short man in the painting who had been bowing his head had raised his head and looked at him with a puzzled look.

Using the instinct of a politician, the Prime Minister quickly restrained his frightened expression and pretended to be calm and said to the portrait:

"I want to see your Minister Fudge."

"I'm sorry." The portrait said, "The Minister has gone to bed. In addition, Mr. Connery Fudge is no longer the Minister of Magic. The new Minister is named 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, the Prime Minister still has a deep understanding of these supernatural people who hide the dark side of the world.

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

and the information revealed by the portrait just confirmed the Prime Minister's guess. Sure enough, all the strange things recently happened were due to internal strife among wizards, and the change of the Minister of Magic was the best proof!

Thinking of this, the Prime Minister's expression suddenly became angry. He stretched out his hand, poked the portrait and roared:

"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 was embarrassed, and after a long time he said with difficulty, "Okay, I'll contact him, please wait." As soon

as the voice fell, the little man in the portrait disappeared, and the Prime Minister also breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and sat back on the sofa chair, and lit a cigar again.

...

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

Looking at the Prime Minister who was still sitting on the sofa chair, smelling the strong smell of cigarettes around him, Scrimgeour covered his nose in dissatisfaction.

"Whirlwind sweep!"

As Scrimgeour's wand shook, a hurricane suddenly blew in the office, sweeping all the smoke in it out of the window.

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

"Hello, Prime Minister."

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

After the initial panic, the Prime Minister quickly calmed down. He smiled and 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 to talk to me about?"

The Prime Minister withdrew his hand in embarrassment. Faced with Scrimgeour's rude behavior, he was not too angry. After all, it was already midnight, and the other party was able to come during the break, which was a great honor for him.

You know, even meeting the Prime Minister of other ordinary small countries requires a very complicated set of etiquette procedures, 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 internal strife among your wizards. So, I hope you can give me an explanation. Is the accident of the Newcastle Bridge breaking related to your wizards?"

Hearing this, Scrimgeour was 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 speed up. There was no way. Scrimgeour's face was too fierce, and coupled with the momentum cultivated by his long-term work as the Director of Aurors, even if he stood still, he would make people around him feel pressured.

In addition, the other party also possessed various supernatural powers, all of which added up to make the Muggle Prime Minister feel huge 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 wizards."

When this was said, the Muggle Prime Minister was actually surprised.

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

But as the Prime Minister, his insight still allowed him to quickly adjust his mentality and continue to ask:

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

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

"Voldemort? Death Eaters?"

"It's the mysterious man whose name can't even be said."

When 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 even be named is back? Isn't he dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Muggle Prime Minister saw Scrimgeour 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 have magic that can bring people back to life? With

a long sigh, the Prime Minister said:

"That is to say, now the mysterious man who must not even be named is leading his men to destroy everywhere."

Scrimgeour nodded without saying a word.

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

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment before answering:

"We will get rid of it."

"I want the exact time!" The Muggle Prime Minister sneered, "As far as I know, the last time the mysterious man made trouble for a long time, and even occupied the Ministry of Magic. In the end, it was a baby named Harry Potter who came out to solve it! To be honest, I doubt whether you have the ability to solve this matter quickly!"

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

At the same time, he was also extremely angry, because the other party's saying this at this time was undoubtedly a satire on him and the Ministry of Magic!

Although Scrimgeour was not an extremist who believed in pure blood supremacy, the long-term influence of the pure blood atmosphere still made him look down on Muggles from the bottom of his heart!

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

However, just as his hand was holding the wand, something on the Muggle Prime Minister's desk made him regain his sanity.

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

Perhaps to ordinary people this was just a simple pattern, but to Scrimgeour, it represented power!

The most powerful power 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, 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, had 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 hurriedly said:

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