Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Who is this Dumbledore?" asked the Prime Minister, who had heard Fudge mention Dumbledore's name frequently.

"Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft, is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time, winner of the Order of Merlin First Class, president of the International Federation of Wizards, and chief wizard of the Wizengamot." Fudge said in one breath, "At the same time, he is also the only wizard who is afraid of the devil who can't even mention his name. He knows a lot of secrets about the mysterious man, probably like this..."

"Since this wizard is so great, why not let him defeat that devil?"

"This is back to our original topic. The Mysterious Man seems to be immortal." Fudge said bitterly, "Or, it is not so easy to defeat, even Dumbledore can't do it."

Silence fell again in the office, and the Prime Minister stopped asking questions.

He couldn't help but think, facing a terrifying undead monster, could they really win in this war?

He felt that his head was in a mess, and he couldn't sort it out.

If he could, he really hoped to wake up and find that it was all a dream.

About 5 minutes later, the man in the portrait broke the silence. He said suddenly in a clear official voice, "To the Muggle Prime Minister, requesting an interview. It is urgent, please answer immediately, Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour .”

"Yes, yes, yes," said the Prime Minister disturbedly.

As soon as the words fell, the flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and a second spinning wizard appeared in the middle of the flames.

He turned around for a while and walked to the antique carpet.

The prime minister looked at the scene without showing any sign of fear.

Fudge stood up, and the Prime Minister hesitated, then stood up too.

He watched the newcomer straighten up as he brushed the ashes off his black robes and looked left and right.

this person……

Looking at him, the Prime Minister suddenly had a ridiculous idea, Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His tea-brown hair and bushy eyebrows are streaked with gray, and behind gold-rimmed glasses are piercing yellow eyes. Although his legs are a little lame, he walks with a kind of striding grace, which makes people immediately feel that he is A sharp, tough guy.

The Prime Minister thought he could well understand why the wizarding community wanted Scrimgeour rather than Fudge at their chief in these perilous times.

During times of war, such a tough hawk is needed to lead.

In general, the Prime Minister's first impression of Scrimgeour is still very good, much better than that of Fudge.

He hopes that the other party can solve the current troubles, at least not let the situation worsen.

"Hello!" said the Prime Minister politely, extending his hand to him.

Scrimgeour was not in a hurry to shake hands with the first, his eyes swept around the room, as if to confirm whether it was safe or not.

His appearance made one unable to help but suspect that there were several armed thugs hiding in this room.

Then Scrimgeour shook the Prime Minister's hand briefly, and drew a wand from under his robes.

"Fudge told you everything?" he asked, striding to the door and tapping the keyhole with his wand, and the Prime Minister heard the lock click.

"Well, that's right," said the Prime Minister. "If you don't mind, I wish the door wasn't locked."

"I don't want to be disturbed." Scrimgeour said impatiently, "or be watched. You don't seem to understand your current situation. You are dangerous. This office is not safe at all."

As he spoke, he pointed to the windows with his wand, and the curtains were drawn.

It can be clearly seen that what appears to be an angular glass compartment appears overhead, enveloping them.

Silver-white light flashed across the glass cover, and the space returned to its normal state, as if nothing had happened.

The Prime Minister took a look and tried to adapt himself to the current situation, but it was nothing more than magic. He didn't take Scrimgeour's statement seriously. Apart from the Queen's place, his place was the safest place in the whole of Britain and even the world, but he appreciated it very much. The measures taken by the other party are obviously professionals.

"I just heard Fudge..."

"It seems that Fudge didn't tell you everything very well, or that you didn't understand." Scrimgeour interrupted the Prime Minister, and said impatiently, "I'm a busy person and don't have much time to waste Here, let's cut to the chase. First, we need to discuss your safety."

The attitude of the other party completely wiped out the goodwill that the Prime Minister had just raised, and these wizards seemed to be all the same.

"Fudge told me just now that a lunatic wizard wants to come and control me, which is obviously absurd." The Prime Minister tried to straighten his waist, "I am very satisfied with the existing security measures, thank you very much..."

"We are not satisfied." Scrimgeour interrupted him again, "You have no protective measures here. If he wants, he can come here at any time. If the Prime Minister is under the Imperius Curse, the Muggles will have to What a disaster, especially in this situation. By the way, that new secretary outside your office..."

"I will never drive Kingsley Shacklebolt away if that's what you're suggesting!" said the Prime Minister passionately. "He's extremely efficient and does twice as much work as anyone else!"

"Obviously, that's because he's a wizard," said Scrimgeour, without the slightest smile on his face. "A well-trained Auror, specially sent to protect you, but according to the latest information I have, this not enough."

"Hey, wait!" the Prime Minister yelled, "You can't just put your people in my office, I decide who will work for me..."

"I suppose you're quite satisfied with Shacklebolt?" said Scrimgeour coldly, interrupting him again.

"Yes, I mean, it used to be..."

"Then there's no problem, is there?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I... yeah, as long as Shacklebolt's work remains so, um, so good, it shouldn't be a problem," said the Prime Minister feebly, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear at all.

"And about Herbert Jollet, your Assistant Secretary!" he continued, "the man who, not so long ago, entertained the public with his imitation of a duck."

"Fudge just told me he's being held!"

"That's right, a crappy Imperius Curse." Scrimgeour said disdainfully. "His mind is confused, but it doesn't rule out his danger, so we have quarantined him, and you need to replace it again." An Assistant Minister, we'll get an Auror over as soon as possible..."

"Wait, maybe Herbert just needs to rest more and drink less..."

"Don't interrupt me, repeat again, my time is limited, and I can't spend all of it here." Scrimgeour said impatiently, interrupting the Prime Minister again very impolitely, "Do you understand? The current situation? The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are short-staffed, and every elite Auror is very valuable, but we still need to send another person here. The purpose of doing this is to do our best to protect you and ensure your safety. "

Chapter 1178 Departure

"My time is limited, don't interrupt me when I'm talking!" Scrimgeour said deadpan.

Looking at the wand in his hand, the Prime Minister suppressed his anger forcibly, and sat back down again.

He didn't speak, Scrimgeour's attitude made him feel angry, and if talking to Fudge made him feel like a child who didn't understand anything, then Scrimgeour's performance was even more obvious.

Arguing is pointless and irrational.

The Prime Minister hopes to convey his anger and dissatisfaction silently through this silence.

Scrimgeour didn't seem to notice the Prime Minister's anger, or noticed and didn't care, and he went on, "We'll send two or three more Aurors over as your secretary, bodyguard or assistant minister, This building will also be equipped with various protective magics to ensure your safety, such as warning spells, anti-apparition spells, unmarkable spells, etc., and every person who enters and exits here will also be checked..."

The Prime Minister frowned. This request was too much.

His prime minister needs to meet a large number of political and business officials every day, and they are all of high status.

It is hard to imagine that these people need to go through the wizard's inspection if they want to see him.

The prime minister clenched his fists, he said nothing, and continued to express his anger with silence.

"Until the mysterious man is defeated, I hope you will stay in this mansion as much as possible. If you need to go out, you must report to us the specific arrangement and relevant situation three days in advance, so that we can arrange personnel."

The Prime Minister took a deep breath. How does this sound different from house arrest?

It was too much, he was the prime minister, not a prisoner, and he had to report to these wizards three days in advance if he wanted to go out.

But he still didn't speak, he thought the other party should notice his anger!

"Also, some spells and curses are triggered by sound, so we need to monitor your phone..."

The Prime Minister frowned even more. Does this wizard know what he is talking about?Both he and the British government have many secrets that are not suitable for others to know. He cannot let these wizards monitor his phone calls. This kind of request has exceeded his bottom line.

"You can't do this!" The Prime Minister stared at Scrimgeour for a long time before saying word by word, "You can't monitor my phone calls, isn't that...that's against the law, you have to understand, I answer Many of the phone calls are very important, such as I am about to pass with the leader of that country, you can't..."

"It seems to me that you are the one who hasn't figured it out, Prime Minister!" Scrimgeour said. "We are in a war. I just met Dumbledore. He thinks that You-Know-Who will attack with the aim of In order to collect a large number of corpses and souls, although he has been unwilling to tell me why. But there is no doubt that the importance of your safety is beyond doubt, if he controls you, he can do many terrible things."

Scrimgeour looked at the furious Prime Minister tit for tat, then turned and walked towards the fireplace.

"As long as we are well protected, he has no chance. Of course, he may shift his target abroad, and that has nothing to do with you!" Scrimgeour said. "Well, that's all I have to say. I'll keep you informed of developments in due course, Prime Minister, or, perhaps I'm too busy to find time to come in person, I'll send Fudge up here, and he's agreed to stay as an adviser."

Fudge tried unsuccessfully to force a smile, which looked like a toothache.

Before the fireplace, Scrimgeour was already rummaging in his pockets for the mysterious powder that turned the flames green.

The Prime Minister stared at them both hopelessly for a moment, and finally blurted out what he had been holding back all night, "Please, for God's sake! You are wizards! You can do magic! Surely you can do it! Yes Ah, solve any problem!"

Scrimgeour turned around slowly on the spot, and exchanged a puzzled look with Fudge.

Fudge finally smiled this time, and said kindly, "The problem is, the other side can cast magic too, Mr Prime Minister."

……

On the third day after the exam, Aiwen set off for Cairo Explorer Hotel alone.

After a meeting between Dumbledore and Minister of Magic Scrimgeour, Hogwarts adopted tighter protection measures.

All the fireplaces were sealed, and nothing like Harry being hijacked by Malfoy could happen again.

Even if Voldemort wanted to enter Hogwarts, he could only enter through the main entrance...

Alvin had to walk to Hogsmeade and Apparate to the Leaky Cauldron.

In Aiwen's memory, it was the first time that the Leaky Cauldron seemed so deserted and empty.

The lively crowds of the past are gone, leaving only the wrinkled, toothless owner Tom.

As soon as he appeared, Tom looked up hopefully.

When he knew that Ivan was just passing by, he continued to wipe his glass sullenly.

Since the news of Voldemort's return was announced, the bar's business has been greatly affected, and even Diagon Alley has become extremely deserted.

Everyone looked worried, afraid that Voldemort might appear out of nowhere.

It is said that some merchants have closed their shops and are preparing to flee the country, which is also the status quo of the entire British wizarding world.

Facing the terrifying Dark Lord, people's first reaction is not to resist, but to run away.

Aiwen didn't stay too long, so he used the Floo network of the Leaky Cauldron to go to Egypt.

Like last year, the Explorer Inn has not changed much.

The exotic hall is filled with various Egyptian or Arabic decorations, sparkling fountains, tall palm trees, colorful tapestries and curtains, and you can see through the huge windows on the west side of the hotel. See those three magnificent pyramids.

Even if it is far away, you can still see that the bottom of the pyramid is crowded with tourists who come to visit.

They were all Muggles, and many were looking at this great architectural marvel with great interest.

Just like the outside, the inside of the Explorer Hotel is much more lively than when Ivan and Hermione came last year.

Wizards from all over the world gather here, all of them come to participate in the International Alchemy Congress.

Alvin saw three wizards in thick brown fur clothes coming out of the fireplace just in front of him.

The three wizards didn't know where they came from. They were wearing so many clothes in this weather, and they took off their clothes when they came out in the heat.

In the hall, the largest number are wizards full of Arabian style, or wearing traditional wizard robes like Ivan.

In addition, Aiwen also saw an oriental spellcaster, a middle-aged man wearing a robe with a sky blue pattern. In addition to the unique style of the robe, the green wooden long-handled staff on his back is particularly eye-catching. The top is surrounded by thick vines to form a hollow gourd shape.

During the last Quidditch World Cup final, Ivan met several wizards from the East.

Affected by history, most of them use wands like Ivan, and there is even no difference in spells.

But it is said that there are still very ancient and mysterious schools of magic in the East. They do not use magic wands, but staffs.

Chapter 1179 Plan

Like a wand, a staff is also a tool used to perform magic.

It is found in some ancient schools of magic, found all over the world, and has a long history.

Unlike wands and increasingly prosperous wizards, most of these ancient schools of magic have declined so far, and the number of surviving people is rare or has disappeared, and it has become history, so spellcasters using wands are relatively rare.

However, considering that the International Alchemy Conference is about to be held in Cairo, it is not too surprising that Ivan can see the staff here.

After all, both wands and staffs were originally made by alchemists.

That said, wandology is actually a branch of alchemy.

It was only with the prosperity of wizards and the maturity of the theory that wand science split off and became a new branch of magic.

The production method of the staff, which is used by a small number of people, is still spread in the ancient school of alchemy.

As a casting tool, whether it is a wand or a staff, its main purpose is to reduce the caster's own casting pressure and improve the magic effect cast.

Without these tools, the caster cannot use magic.

Spellcasting implements are an important aid, not just wands and staves, but there are other similar implements around the world.

For example, wizards in the African continent can use totems or voodoo dolls to cast spells; ancient spellcasters in North America can use stones to cast spells; The name is engraved on oneself to achieve the purpose of casting spells.

In the East, spellcasters also use talismans, turtle shells, jade or some special weapons to cast spells, such as swords, etc. These spell-casting tools and special casting methods are still circulated in Eastern magic schools.