Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts
Chapter 257 Former Prime Minister Re-employed
Hogsmeade.
The heavy footsteps of the servitors broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the villagers poked their heads out of the windows to see who was going to be unlucky.
During this period, due to the rapid increase in the number of factories in Hogsmeade, the number of laborers required increased rapidly, and the influx of a large number of refugees made the population in the town increasingly mixed.
Many people ended their isolation life at the Chaos Detection Isolation Point and entered Hogsmeade. However, they did not want to enter the factory and work peacefully. They just wanted to live a life of doing whatever they wanted like the subordinates of the warlords and cults, and even made trouble. Many things happened.
The most serious incident was when a black man who had just entered Hogsmeade tried to abduct and rape a three-year-old girl.
Of course he didn't succeed, but was directly shot to pieces by the skull bird hovering in the sky with the bolt gun hanging from his lower body.
It was also after this that the servitors became more and more strict about all new people joining Hogsmeade, especially people of color.
Stealing and hiding property?Chop off the palms.Defrauding others of their property?Pull out the tongue.A group fight?Cut the hamstring.Abducting and raping women?Burning!
Although the immigrants were all in danger for a while, the students and professors of Zhongsi College were very happy because they finally had the opportunity to let the reservist battle nuns do internships.
In just half a month, amid the baby-sounding prayers of young girls and the fiery roars of melta guns, dozens of burning racks were erected in the central square of Hogsmeade. The charred skeletons tied to the tools and the scorched smell permeating the air remind everyone with evil intentions to think clearly.
At the same time, the iconic heavy tapping sound of the servitors has also become a siren-like presence, allowing good people to have a peaceful sleep and making evil people fearful enough to commit suicide.
The familiar phrase "You are not loyal!" has become a mantra for children on the streets when they play role-playing games. They act as servitors to catch bad guys, waving chain swords made of wood and cardboard, and with a loud sound In the cry of "loyalty! sincerity!", the glory of mankind is firmly remembered in the heart.
And now, whose door is this whole team of servitors going to knock on?
The villagers looked at the figures wrapped in red robes with curiosity in their hearts.
Not long after, the leader Servant 011 raised his hand to signal the team to stop. He straightened his robes and knocked on the wooden door in front of him.
The former British Prime Minister John Major, who was broad and long and looked like a dull puppet, opened the door in confusion. He was still wearing a nightgown, and his silver-gray hair was tightly gathered in a pointed nightcap. , holding a half-read copy of the Daily Prophet under his arm.
When he saw the servitor outside the door, he blinked and said with some relief: "I thought the mistakes I made before would not be held accountable, but...since you are here, can you give me some time? , do you want me to say goodbye to my wife?"
011 was stunned for a moment by Major's self-introduction, but he quickly reacted and said: "Mr. Major, if possible, I hope you can change into formal clothes. No, this does not mean that you die with dignity. It's just that your idle retirement is over, my father is about to take over the country again, and he needs you to handle political matters for him."
"Huh? Oh--" Major paced awkwardly, "Okay, sure, no problem. But I might need to re-iron the suit, it's--uh--a little bit in disrepair."
011 nodded and said: "I will come back in half an hour. Now I need to inform Mr. Fudge, the former Minister of Magic. I'm sorry."
Seeing the loaded servitors turn and leave, Major immediately closed the door, leaned against the door panel and let out a long breath.
It was only at this moment that he felt that his heart was beating so fast, as if he wanted to use up all the remaining beating opportunities in his life at once.
"What's wrong, John?" His wife Norma stirred coffee with a lot of sugar and looked at her husband strangely. "Your face looks bad. Did something bad happen?"
"Bad thing? No, no, no! Don't say that!"
Major quickly interrupted his wife and said, "Can you help me take out the suit and iron it? I want to use it."
"You don't work in the government anymore, why do you need a suit again?" Norma said this, but she still put down her coffee obediently and went upstairs to find a suit and an iron.
Major did not answer Norma's question. He looked at the silhouette of Hogwarts' spire outside the window and recalled the conversation he had with the boy named "Savior" nine months ago.
He murmured: "He actually did what he said?"
----
In the temporary administrative center.
Ohm, who was wearing the "Skyhawk" Terminator power armor, raised his eyes from the dozens of crystal balls in front of him and watched Fudge, who was glowing red, and Major, who was calm, striding into his office. He didn't stand up to greet him, but simply said calmly: "Hello, gentlemen, nice to meet you."
Major nodded humbly, while Fudge looked up at Ohm excitedly and said: "Mr. Messiah, you called us here, you must have a task to assign us, right? Don't worry, we will definitely use everything we can mobilize resources to solve it!”
In the past few months in Hogsmeade, although Fudge didn't have to worry about anything, he also deeply felt the depression of being idle at home, especially the experience of being in charge of the entire Ministry of Magic, which made him thirst for power. reached a peak.
It was ironic to say that nine months ago he was the first to hand over the command of the Ministry of Magic before Major, and now he was the first to take back the power before Major.
Even if he has to be under Ohm forever, he will admit it!
Ohm's inner anguish of being saved by the Chaos Evil God has not yet dissipated. At this moment, he doesn't want to make all these twists and turns with Fudge. He directly raised his hand to stop him from continuing and said in a deep voice: "I asked you to come, not... I want you to take control of the original political system again, but simply assist me in handling all matters reported in the lands I conquered. Simply put, you two are now my secretaries and political advisors, do you understand?"
Fudge's eyes widened, this was not the result he wanted!
"Mr. Messiah!" he shouted, "I think it is necessary to re-establish the Ministry of Magic. Only in this way can wizards be effectively separated from Muggles, and the purpose of management and supervision be achieved!"
"First, I am not discussing this matter with you, but simply informing you."
Ohm crossed his fingers, looked directly into Fudge's eyes that kept dodging, and said: "Second, I spent nine months proving that wizards and ordinary people can coexist. Mr. Fudge, are you planning to let me destroy it myself?" Throw away the fruits of my own labor?”
Fudge's expression changed drastically: "No! I -" "Mr. Messiah!"
Major interrupted Fudge's quibbles loudly. He quickly walked to the "small" table next to Ohm's huge desk and asked, "Can I work here?"
Fudge was stunned. He didn't expect that Major, who was once so attached to power, would give up the struggle so easily. At the same time, he also felt Ohm's eyes as cold as steel staying on him.
Out of concern for his life safety, Fudge immediately swallowed what he wanted to say, walked to the table on the other side of Ohm's desk and sat down, looking at Ohm expectantly: "When will we start working?"
The heavy footsteps of the servitors broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the villagers poked their heads out of the windows to see who was going to be unlucky.
During this period, due to the rapid increase in the number of factories in Hogsmeade, the number of laborers required increased rapidly, and the influx of a large number of refugees made the population in the town increasingly mixed.
Many people ended their isolation life at the Chaos Detection Isolation Point and entered Hogsmeade. However, they did not want to enter the factory and work peacefully. They just wanted to live a life of doing whatever they wanted like the subordinates of the warlords and cults, and even made trouble. Many things happened.
The most serious incident was when a black man who had just entered Hogsmeade tried to abduct and rape a three-year-old girl.
Of course he didn't succeed, but was directly shot to pieces by the skull bird hovering in the sky with the bolt gun hanging from his lower body.
It was also after this that the servitors became more and more strict about all new people joining Hogsmeade, especially people of color.
Stealing and hiding property?Chop off the palms.Defrauding others of their property?Pull out the tongue.A group fight?Cut the hamstring.Abducting and raping women?Burning!
Although the immigrants were all in danger for a while, the students and professors of Zhongsi College were very happy because they finally had the opportunity to let the reservist battle nuns do internships.
In just half a month, amid the baby-sounding prayers of young girls and the fiery roars of melta guns, dozens of burning racks were erected in the central square of Hogsmeade. The charred skeletons tied to the tools and the scorched smell permeating the air remind everyone with evil intentions to think clearly.
At the same time, the iconic heavy tapping sound of the servitors has also become a siren-like presence, allowing good people to have a peaceful sleep and making evil people fearful enough to commit suicide.
The familiar phrase "You are not loyal!" has become a mantra for children on the streets when they play role-playing games. They act as servitors to catch bad guys, waving chain swords made of wood and cardboard, and with a loud sound In the cry of "loyalty! sincerity!", the glory of mankind is firmly remembered in the heart.
And now, whose door is this whole team of servitors going to knock on?
The villagers looked at the figures wrapped in red robes with curiosity in their hearts.
Not long after, the leader Servant 011 raised his hand to signal the team to stop. He straightened his robes and knocked on the wooden door in front of him.
The former British Prime Minister John Major, who was broad and long and looked like a dull puppet, opened the door in confusion. He was still wearing a nightgown, and his silver-gray hair was tightly gathered in a pointed nightcap. , holding a half-read copy of the Daily Prophet under his arm.
When he saw the servitor outside the door, he blinked and said with some relief: "I thought the mistakes I made before would not be held accountable, but...since you are here, can you give me some time? , do you want me to say goodbye to my wife?"
011 was stunned for a moment by Major's self-introduction, but he quickly reacted and said: "Mr. Major, if possible, I hope you can change into formal clothes. No, this does not mean that you die with dignity. It's just that your idle retirement is over, my father is about to take over the country again, and he needs you to handle political matters for him."
"Huh? Oh--" Major paced awkwardly, "Okay, sure, no problem. But I might need to re-iron the suit, it's--uh--a little bit in disrepair."
011 nodded and said: "I will come back in half an hour. Now I need to inform Mr. Fudge, the former Minister of Magic. I'm sorry."
Seeing the loaded servitors turn and leave, Major immediately closed the door, leaned against the door panel and let out a long breath.
It was only at this moment that he felt that his heart was beating so fast, as if he wanted to use up all the remaining beating opportunities in his life at once.
"What's wrong, John?" His wife Norma stirred coffee with a lot of sugar and looked at her husband strangely. "Your face looks bad. Did something bad happen?"
"Bad thing? No, no, no! Don't say that!"
Major quickly interrupted his wife and said, "Can you help me take out the suit and iron it? I want to use it."
"You don't work in the government anymore, why do you need a suit again?" Norma said this, but she still put down her coffee obediently and went upstairs to find a suit and an iron.
Major did not answer Norma's question. He looked at the silhouette of Hogwarts' spire outside the window and recalled the conversation he had with the boy named "Savior" nine months ago.
He murmured: "He actually did what he said?"
----
In the temporary administrative center.
Ohm, who was wearing the "Skyhawk" Terminator power armor, raised his eyes from the dozens of crystal balls in front of him and watched Fudge, who was glowing red, and Major, who was calm, striding into his office. He didn't stand up to greet him, but simply said calmly: "Hello, gentlemen, nice to meet you."
Major nodded humbly, while Fudge looked up at Ohm excitedly and said: "Mr. Messiah, you called us here, you must have a task to assign us, right? Don't worry, we will definitely use everything we can mobilize resources to solve it!”
In the past few months in Hogsmeade, although Fudge didn't have to worry about anything, he also deeply felt the depression of being idle at home, especially the experience of being in charge of the entire Ministry of Magic, which made him thirst for power. reached a peak.
It was ironic to say that nine months ago he was the first to hand over the command of the Ministry of Magic before Major, and now he was the first to take back the power before Major.
Even if he has to be under Ohm forever, he will admit it!
Ohm's inner anguish of being saved by the Chaos Evil God has not yet dissipated. At this moment, he doesn't want to make all these twists and turns with Fudge. He directly raised his hand to stop him from continuing and said in a deep voice: "I asked you to come, not... I want you to take control of the original political system again, but simply assist me in handling all matters reported in the lands I conquered. Simply put, you two are now my secretaries and political advisors, do you understand?"
Fudge's eyes widened, this was not the result he wanted!
"Mr. Messiah!" he shouted, "I think it is necessary to re-establish the Ministry of Magic. Only in this way can wizards be effectively separated from Muggles, and the purpose of management and supervision be achieved!"
"First, I am not discussing this matter with you, but simply informing you."
Ohm crossed his fingers, looked directly into Fudge's eyes that kept dodging, and said: "Second, I spent nine months proving that wizards and ordinary people can coexist. Mr. Fudge, are you planning to let me destroy it myself?" Throw away the fruits of my own labor?”
Fudge's expression changed drastically: "No! I -" "Mr. Messiah!"
Major interrupted Fudge's quibbles loudly. He quickly walked to the "small" table next to Ohm's huge desk and asked, "Can I work here?"
Fudge was stunned. He didn't expect that Major, who was once so attached to power, would give up the struggle so easily. At the same time, he also felt Ohm's eyes as cold as steel staying on him.
Out of concern for his life safety, Fudge immediately swallowed what he wanted to say, walked to the table on the other side of Ohm's desk and sat down, looking at Ohm expectantly: "When will we start working?"
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