Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Yeah, that goes without saying, it's bad." Fudge rubbed his eyes wearily and looked at the Prime Minister sadly, "I guess, I'm in the same situation as you, Prime Minister, Brockdale Bridge, Burns And Vance's murder, not to mention the turmoil in the West. Believe me, this is only the beginning, only the beginning..."

"You guys, uh, yours, I mean, some of you guys are, related to these events, aren't you?" Trying to keep your tone calm at first, but it's really hard, "Also, you just said , This, this is just the beginning?"

"Of course it is." Fudge glared at the Prime Minister very sternly. "Surely you understand what's going on?"

"I..." the prime minister hesitated.

It was this state of affairs that disliked Fudge's visits.

After all, he is a dignified prime minister, and he doesn't want anyone to make him feel like a primary school student who doesn't understand anything.

But that had been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on his first night as Prime Minister.

He still clearly remembered the scene at that time, as if it just happened yesterday, and he knew that he would never forget that memory until he died.

He was standing alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally achieving success after so many years of dreaming and planning, all alone...

"Sorry, our time is limited!" Fudge said directly, "I have a few things to inform you, Prime Minister, first of all, you must understand that neither the Brockdale Bridge nor the murders were an accident .”

The Prime Minister's unhappiness at being interrupted by his recollection was fleeting, and was quickly replaced by anger.

"You mean, it's because of wizards? Did you make it up?" said the Prime Minister stiffly. "My God, do you know how much trouble this has caused me, I have to run a country, and I have to worry about it at the moment." There are enough things…”

"Our worries are the same," interrupted Fudge. "You see, the Brockdale Bridge isn't in disrepair; the wind isn't actually a hurricane; and neither are the murders. Muggles. Also, with Herbert Jollet gone, his family will be safer, and we are currently arranging for his transfer to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds."

"I don't understand at all, what happened to my Assistant Minister?" the Prime Minister roared excitedly, with almost uncontrollable anger, "Speak clearly!"

"He's under the Imperius Curse, poor fellow!" said Fudge. "I'm not sure it's right for me to inform you, but you should know it means they're trying to control you. This is also the main reason why I came here tonight, your current situation is very dangerous."

"Dangerous? Want to control me?!" The Prime Minister was immediately discouraged, and his face turned pale. "You, you mean someone wants to control me?"

"It's very easy to control you, and there are many benefits. Scrimgeour thinks they want to control you to start a war, a war between countries, just like the war that spread to the whole world more than 50 years ago." Fudge sighed said angrily, "It's terrible, but after talking to Dumbledore, Scrimgeour seems convinced that..."

The Prime Minister could not hear what Fudge said next at all, and he felt that strength and something was being lost from his body little by little.

What's happening now is that there's a gang of wizards trying to get him under control and start a world war, which is crazy!

The current world environment is completely different from the past, and they will start the war, who is the opponent...

Imagine the reaction of the people in Congress and the allies of the United Kingdom if he said such a thing?

Apparently they would all think he was crazy and his political career was over!

But if, they are all controlled...

The Prime Minister no longer dared to think about it anymore, the result might be even worse.

War, the result of World War III will be the destruction of all people on this planet!

"Who is it? Who are you talking about trying to control me?" the Prime Minister asked weakly.

Fudge paused, took a deep breath, and then continued, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back, the devil who can't even mention his name is back."

"Come back? You said he's back, he's still alive? I mean..."

The prime minister knew who Fudge was talking about, the man who couldn't even mention his name. He had heard about this man from Fudge many times, and every time it was accompanied by a terrible incident, he tried his best to search for it in his memory. Looking at the specific content of that terrible conversation three years ago.

At that time, Fudge told him about the wizard who everyone was talking about, the wizard who mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous crimes 15 years ago.

"Yeah, alive!" said Fudge, equally pale. "Alive, I can't tell. Is a man alive who can't be killed? I don't know how, Dumbledore." He won't explain it well. But anyway, he must have a body, he can walk, he can talk, he can kill people, and of course he can come and control you. So I think, as far as we are talking, He is indeed alive..."

Chapter 1175 Attack and Guarantee

There was a moment of silence in the office. After hearing this, the prime minister didn't know what to say for a while.

He felt that his head was in a mess, and there was too much information that she didn't understand or that shocked him.

A wizard who suddenly drilled out of his own fireplace, and a dark wizard who could not be killed, the other party wanted to control himself to start a world war.

No matter who it is, they will be overwhelmed by so many terrible news at the same time, okay?

But the prime minister has an inveterate habit of showing he knows it all, no matter what the subject is.

So he scoured his memory for the contents of their previous conversations.

"Well, is Little Gray Wolf Black with the monster who can't even mention his name?" asked the Prime Minister.

He remembered that Fudge ran over in such a panic back then, informing himself that a black wizard named Black the Little Gray Wolf had escaped from prison.

It is said that Black is the subordinate of this devil who can't even mention his name.

"Little Wolf Black? You mean Sirius Black? Thank you for remembering him," said Fudge distractedly, twirling his bowler hat with his fingers. "It wasn't him, it turned out it was We got it wrong, he was innocent, he was cleared with the help of Alvin Mason, it was all years ago, we forgot to come and inform you."

There was another silence, and the anger rose again from the bottom of my heart. The Prime Minister stared at Fudge, what did the other party think of him?

This kind of thing can be prevaricated with a sentence of forgetting!

He still remembered that the other party said at the time that this Blake was a famous Muggle killer and asked him to help arrest him.

He did this, and now the other party actually told him that they made a mistake!

These wizards are all crazy, playing him and the British government like monkeys.

What is the Ministry of Magic, even the person who wants to be wanted can be mistaken.

The Prime Minister can be sure that if one of his staff makes this mistake, he will tell them to pack up and go home immediately.

"Never mind Black, that's over!" said Fudge, turning the bowler hat more rapidly in his hand. "The point is, we're at war, Prime Minister, and something must be done. measure."

"In war?" the prime minister said with some disdain, "this must be an exaggeration."

"As I said just now, the devil who can't even mention his name wants to control you to start wars between countries all over the world." Fudge's speech speed became faster and faster, and the bowler hat spun like Like flying, it turned into a blur of yellow-green.

"This is just your guess!" the Prime Minister said forcefully.

"Not only that, but in terms of what has happened so far, he has followers who have caused a lot of havoc since their public appearance, and we have reason to suspect that he is planning a larger attack. Burrow He's the one who broke down the Kedale Bridge, Prime Minister, and he..."

"My God, those people were murdered so it was your problem, but I was forced to answer those inexplicable questions about rusted equipment, rotten expansion joints, etc.!" the Prime Minister said angrily, and stood up directly.

"My question!" said Fudge, flushing. "Are you saying I would give in to threats like that?"

"Probably not!" said the Prime Minister, striding up and down the room, "but if I were you, I would do my best to catch the man who threatened me and prevent him from committing such atrocious acts." Crime! Let alone let him affect us!"

"Hmph, do you think I haven't made all kinds of efforts?" Fudge asked excitedly, "Since the news of the mysterious man's return was confirmed, every Auror in the Ministry of Magic has been trying their best to find him and round up his followers , to this day! And yet we are talking about the greatest wizard who ever lived, who has been at large for nearly thirty years!"

"I get it, I get it, I think, you will tell me next time that he was also responsible for the hurricane in the west?" the Prime Minister asked slowly, and the anger in his heart grew with every step he took .

He discovered the cause of all those terrible disasters, but could not tell the public.

It's just so infuriating that it would be better if it were the government's fault.

Also, about Fudge's threat, that stupid dark wizard trying to control him to start a world war.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!

After a brief moment of fear, there was boundless anger in his heart.

"There's no hurricane," said Fudge distressedly.

"What are you talking about!" the Prime Minister yelled at Fudge, who couldn't help but stomp his feet, "Trees were uprooted, roofs were torn down, road signs turned into bends, a large number of people died and the missing and injured countless……"

"It's all done by Death Eaters!" said Fudge, "the follower of the devil who can't even mention the name, Dumbledore told us, that person may be preparing to collect a large number of human corpses and souls, er, use To cast an evil spell, it should probably be like this, he didn't talk about it in detail..."

After speaking, Fudge's voice was visibly trembling, and he couldn't believe such a thing until now.

But all the signs are already very obvious, Dumbledore must know something, but he refuses to tell them all.

"Collecting human corpses and souls for evil magic, you mean, he's killing!"

The Prime Minister stopped abruptly, as if hitting an invisible wall.

"This is just our guess, but the mysterious man is indeed likely to make a killing, so he will try to control you to start a war." Fudge said, stopping turning his hat, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "In fact, The same is true for the incident at the Brockdale Bridge, but we were alerted in advance, grasped their whereabouts, and evacuated the Muggles on the bridge, so that no greater damage was caused."

There was another silence, the prime minister had no idea what to say, and the situation seemed to be completely out of control.

"But don't worry, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are closely monitoring the entire country. We are confident that the development of the situation can be controlled. He doesn't have much chance." Fudge said, wiping the sweat from his forehead again, "Western In that hurricane, he may have used giants to slow us down, but..."

"You mean giant?"

"Yeah, yeah, only giants can make that kind of scene, if we use magic, we will find out in advance." Fudge said grimly, "this kind of thing should never happen again, we have strengthened the protection of rural areas. Management, if this happens again, the aurors will be here in 1 minute. Right now, folks at the misinformation office are working overtime, and we've sent out several batches of amnestics to fix all the people who witnessed things According to the memories of the Muggles who passed by, most of the staff of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures were also sent to Somerset, where they scoured for signs of giants..."

Chapter 1176 Successor

According to Fudge, things were going for the worst, and he was still telling the Prime Minister not to worry.

The prime minister doesn't know what's in the head of the fat man in front of him, is it muddy?

Because of a lunatic who can't even mention his name, his country and people are facing a huge threat, and he himself may be controlled by that lunatic at any time to do some crazier things and start a world war!

Just like that, Fudge actually told him not to worry, the Ministry of Magic had made every possible preparation.

If possible, the Prime Minister would really like to go over and beat him up, really hard!

"I don't deny that the people in the ministry are panicked and morale is low, but fortunately there is still Dumbledore, and the mysterious man dare not show up publicly, so the current gaffe is still under our control, and the Aurors will take care of everything Yes, you don't have to worry." Fudge repeated the words that made the Prime Minister very angry, "Scremgeour thinks he might move his target abroad, where he will conduct raids to collect corpses and souls..."

"You mean, the devil who can't even mention his name is planning to go to another country?" the Prime Minister asked with a headache.

"He is very likely to do this, because we closely monitor him, and he doesn't have many opportunities in this country!" Fudge continued, "It's different abroad. Of course, this does not mean that we can take it lightly. He may treat important people. Assassination, as recently Amelia Bones disappeared!"

"Who is missing?"

"Amelia Bones, she is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, we believe that the devil who can't even mention the name killed her, because she is a very talented witch, all There are indications that she has fought hard." Fudge cleared his throat, "This is a great loss for us, whether it is her position or herself resisting..."

"Wait, I remember, that murder was reported in the paper!" The Prime Minister temporarily forgot his anger, "Our paper, Amelia Bones, said she was a single Chinese Young woman, this is a nasty murder, isn't it? It's getting so much publicity that the police don't know where to start."

"Well, that's natural," sighed Fudge. "She was killed in a room that was locked from the inside, didn't she? We know exactly who did it, but that doesn't help us catch That fellow. And Emmeline Vance, whom you may not have heard of—"

"Of course I've heard!" said the Prime Minister. "In fact, it happened in that corner not far from here, and the papers made a big deal out of it: in the Prime Minister's backyard..."

"As if this wasn't bad enough!" said Fudge, barely listening to the Prime Minister, but said to himself, "In addition to these murders, there are also a large number of dementors out of control, and they may attack people at any time ..."

In the carefree days before, the Prime Minister would have found this sentence incomprehensible.

But now he already knows a lot of things, some things don't need too much explanation from Fudge, the prime minister can already understand it by himself!

"I remember that the dementors guard the prisoners of Azkaban?" He asked cautiously, "You told me before."

"It used to be like this." Fudge said wearily. "It's not now. They left the prison not long ago and joined the devil who can't even mention the name. I must admit that this is really a disaster."

"But..." the Prime Minister paused, and an inexplicable fear began to appear in the office, "Didn't you tell me that these creatures are designed to suck away people's hope and happiness?"

"Yes, and they are still multiplying, so these fogs are formed." Fudge looked out the window.

The Prime Minister's knees gave way and he sank into the chair closest to him.

From the bad news Fudge brought, the Prime Minister finally pieced together the dire situation.

The lord who can't even be named is back, and his men and a group of terrifying dark creatures like giants are prowling the country for an opportunity to attack, because the lord needs human corpses and souls to cast a wicked black magic. , He also wants to control himself to start a world war and cause more killings.

But Fudge told him not to worry, the situation was still under control.

But then, he talked about the two incredible murders.

The Prime Minister originally thought that those who died were ordinary people, but in fact they were powerful wizards who served as high-ranking officials in the so-called Ministry of Magic.

And the weird weather out there, caused by the reproduction of some kind of creature that feeds on hope and joy...

Didn't Fudge say that the situation is still under control, so what's going on with these latter situations?

The prime minister really wants to ask him, are these words contradictory?

But the thought of those hideous, invisible creatures flitting about town and country, sowing gloom and desperation among his voters.

He felt that he was about to faint, and he couldn't hold on any longer!

This is definitely the scariest news he has heard in his life, even if a war is about to break out, it cannot be compared with this.

"Listen to me, Fudge!" said the first weakly, as if using the last ounce of strength in his body, "you must take measures! Catch that wizard and solve the current predicament! This is your duty as Minister of Magic!"

"My dear Prime Minister, after all that has happened, do you really think I can still be Minister for Magic? I stepped down two weeks ago! The whole wizarding world has been clamoring for my resignation for months, and I In all these years in office, I have never seen them so united!" Fudge forced a smile as he spoke.

The Prime Minister was momentarily speechless, outraged at being put in such a position, and at the same time sympathetic to the shriveled-looking man sitting across from him. That's what happens to failed politicians, but the hint Sympathy is fleeting, and now is not the time to think about such things.

"Okay!" He took a deep breath first, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"Try to do nothing, and you can do us the most good by keeping yourself safe. Besides, I was sent tonight to update you on the latest developments and introduce you to my successor," Fudge said. Put away the handkerchief, "He wants to talk to you in person, I thought he should be here now. Of course, with so many things happening right now, he is too busy. Just like this meeting, it was supposed to be in a It was done a month ago, but we've been really busy..."

Fudge turned to look at the portrait of the ugly little man in the long, curly silver wig who was picking out his ear with the tip of a quill, and the man in the portrait caught Fudge looking at him and said, " He'll be here shortly, he's currently meeting Dumbledore at Hogwarts."

"I wish him good luck," said Fudge, his tone a little sharp for the first time. "Dumbledore refused to see me at all in the past few months. I wrote him three letters almost every day, but he just He refuses to persuade that boy, and he is unwilling to reveal more information. If... hey, maybe Scrimgeour will be more successful than me. Taking advantage of the opportunity of attending this year's OwLs exam and NEWTs exam end celebration dinner, have a good time with Dumbledore Talk it out and persuade him to change his mind."

Chapter 1177 Scrimgeour