Chapter 427 Muggles
Seeing the Muggle Prime Minister give in, 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, he had seen clearly that the man in front of him who looked like a lion was definitely not a qualified politician.
Real politicians are absolutely not emotional, they are just like the "rational people" assumed in economics, cold-blooded, emotionless, and only have interests in their eyes!
As long as the interests are big enough, no matter how you humiliate him, it doesn't matter.
Just like the previous Minister of Magic Fudge, although he looked down on Muggles from the bottom of his heart, he would still maintain the most basic etiquette in the conversation with the Muggle Prime Minister, chatting and laughing.
It's just that his work is obviously not done 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 named Scrimgeour in front of him does not have the hypocrisy common in politicians, but is more of a soldier's iron blood 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 quickly made a judgment, and this confirmed his initial guess.
Under the powerful pressure of the mysterious man whose name cannot be mentioned, 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 controlled the military power, took over the banner!
Thinking of this, the corners of the Muggle Prime Minister's mouth rose, because generally this kind of warlord-style leader has one characteristic, that is, it is easy to be fooled!
"Minister Scrimgeour, I have read a lot of information about the You-Know-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, that 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 Voldemort was no match for Grindelwald, he did not correct the other party's mistake, but wanted to hear what the other party wanted to say.
"Minister Scrimgeour, we are all people who advocate peace. Our existence is to enable our people to live and work in peace." The Muggle Prime Minister continued, "And the war maniac like the You-Know-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is our common enemy, that is to say, we are in the same group." After speaking, 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 the current situation of your ministry is not optimistic, and it can even be said to be very difficult. And since we are comrades in the same camp, I think our country may be able to provide some assistance to your ministry, whether it is military or humanitarian..."
"That's not necessary!"
Scrimgeour rejected the other party without hesitation.
Muggles, who are considered inferior creatures by almost all wizards, come to help their wizards?
Are you kidding?
This will not only violate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, but also show that their Ministry of Magic is 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 has shattered the Newcastle Bridge, and a Hogwarts student's boring holiday experiment has 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?"
The Muggle Prime Minister's face turned blue and purple, and Scrimgeour's words were undoubtedly a slap in his face.
However, his good political literacy made him resist the urge to turn hostile immediately. He leaned back in his chair and said with a cold face:
"Yes, the current situation in our country is indeed not optimistic. Even I am being criticized by others, but whose fault is it? These disasters caused by you wizards have claimed the lives of thousands of people. Aren't you ashamed?"
Scrimgeour stopped talking again. He wanted to admit that he didn't care about the lives of those Muggles at all, but these words could not be said openly, so he could only remain silent.
"Since you don't need our help, 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 a cigar again, puffing away at the smoke and said, "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 a slit. Those who knew him knew that this was a sign of his extreme anger.
The Muggle Prime Minister opposite him 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 in a funny way and said, "I mean we will use necessary force to protect our people from harm. This doesn't mean we will attack wizards, but if necessary we will... uh... you know what I mean? I can't just watch my people being wantonly ravaged!"
Looking at the somewhat funny look of the Muggle Prime Minister, Scrimgeour's mouth curled up a trace of sarcasm. He smiled and stood up, looking down at the other party, and said sarcastically:
"Haha, you can try to see if your scraps of copper and iron are useful. But what I think is that you are doing useless work."
After that, Scrimgeour's figure twisted and finally disappeared.
The office returned to silence again, and the Muggle Prime Minister looked at the empty sofa chair opposite, and a smile appeared on his face.
To this day, most wizards still think that Muggles are like ants, and they can crush them all with a raise of their hands.
This view was indeed applicable a thousand years ago, but now the times have changed!
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 are standing still, their magic power is developing too slowly!
It can be said that the current Muggles have far surpassed the wizards in some aspects!
But these so-called wizards still maintain the pride of the old times.
Just like the Minister of Magic named Scrimgeour before, the Muggle Prime Minister only read one word on the other's face during the conversation with him, that is, arrogance!
However, arrogance is good!
Nowadays, the power of Muggles is still too weak. If a war breaks out directly with wizards, the final result can only be a lose-lose situation.
But the prime ministers of various countries believe that as long as they are given enough time, it will be extremely easy to defeat wizards.
Because compared to magic, the development speed of technology is too fast!
Only if the other party is arrogant enough will they despise Muggles.
Only in this way can Muggles have a longer time to continue to develop!
And when the Muggles develop more terrifying military power, the 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 face of the Muggle Prime Minister became even brighter.
He has begun to imagine what it would be like when he can release magic one day!
Who doesn't like powerful 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 solve the plague in Liverpool!"
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, so 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 for the time being."
With that, 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!"
...
In the early morning, in a cafe on the streets of London, listening to the soothing music playing in the store, Mike, wearing a casual sportswear, sat in a spacious booth like an ordinary person who had just finished his morning run and was ready to rest, staring at the people coming and going outside the window.
He was waiting for someone.
Kingsley, a pure-blooded black wizard from voodoo, insisted on setting the meeting place for the two of them here.
Although Mike felt very strange about this, he did not refuse. After all,
for such a private gathering, 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.
"Sir, your coffee!"
A beautiful voice pulled Mike's thoughts back. He turned his head and saw a young waitress with a youthful look looking here attentively, and in her hand, she was holding a coffee set.
"Thank you."
Taking the plate, Mike gave her a bright smile, and the latter gently scratched Mike's palm when he reached out to take the plate.
Then she licked her lips at Mike again, and then twisted her body back to the bar.
The other party's hint was obvious. If Mike was willing, I believe that a fleeting relationship would be inevitable.
However, Mike was not very interested in this kind of thing.
He was not a pure boy who knew nothing, so he knew very well that he should not touch such a woman who took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.
Because you don't know whether the other party is clean or not.
Perhaps in the cognition 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 play freely in society, those professional women are much cleaner.
At the very least, most of their units have regular physical examinations, and those social girls, Mike doesn't think they have that awareness, they just pursue pure hedonism.
So compared to this kind of fleeting relationship, Mike would rather go to those professional places if he needs it.
Looking at the twisting back of the waitress, Mike's mouth corners slightly raised, 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 slightly, but he did not turn around. Instead, he whispered casually:
"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 down opposite Mike with a cup of coffee. "To be honest, I don't quite understand why he would believe in you, a student who hasn't graduated yet. But since he has spoken, 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."
"You just want to know this? Oh, okay, they are..." Kingsley looked at Mike in surprise and was about to tell everything, but halfway through, he widened his eyes as if he thought of something, and looked at Mike in disbelief, "Are you going to knock on their door directly?"
Mike did not speak, just stirred the coffee in his hand.
But his meaning was already very clear. If he didn't deny it, it would be tacit agreement.
"You're crazy!" Kingsley stood up suddenly, holding his hands on the table and roaring at Mike, "Do you know how many people will die if you do this?"
Kingsley's loud voice scared the waitress who had been paying attention to Mike's movements. Because of the spell, she didn't hear the conversation between the two, but looking at the black man who was roaring at the blond handsome guy, the waitress was still panicked.
"How about I call the police?"
The waitress muttered to herself and took out a flip phone from her arms.
On the other side, looking at Kingsley who was glaring at him, Mike stopped stirring his coffee.
"Of course I know, but what does it matter?"