[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

Prime Minister's Office.

"Mycroft, do you really think that the recent terrorist attacks are related to the wizarding world?" The prime minister's face was very serious, "For so many years, we and the wizarding world have never been in conflict with each other, how could the wizarding world suddenly attack ordinary people? "

"That's why I hope to contact the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible." Mycroft said, "Not only that, but I think the recent abnormalities of some members of Parliament are also related to wizards."

"What did you say? Is there any real evidence?" The Prime Minister tugged on his tie irritably. Today's tie was too close, making him breathless. "Do you know what your accusation means? this means……"

"War." The Prime Minister and Mycroft looked at each other and said at the same time.

"I have no evidence. But when all science can't explain those abnormalities, the only reasonable explanation is the existence of those unscientific."

"Do you think we should strike first?" The Prime Minister lowered his voice and said, "Blow up those gathering points of wizards first. If we don't expect them, we can at least wipe out 80% of the vitality of the wizarding world at one time."

"But then we will face the remaining 20% ​​of crazy counterattacks. According to the information from the wizarding world that my people have obtained, although the wizarding world does not have weapons of mass destruction, their individual combat effectiveness is very strong, and they have something that we don't have. Known special forces. They may not be able to defeat our army, but it is easy to get in here and kill us."

The Prime Minister shuddered, remembering how he'd seen the Minister for Magic come and go without a trace. "I have already said that group of weirdos are a threat." The Prime Minister muttered, "Think about it, a group of people with special powers are not controlled by the government and mix among the people, completely ignoring the laws and regulations, and this group of people Their brains are not quite normal yet. One day they will get out of control, I tell you, it will be sooner or later. If such power cannot be controlled by us, the best choice is to destroy them."

"We tried to take control of the wizarding world, in fact, we tried many times, but they all failed, and everyone who was responsible for it was killed." Mycroft said, "It's disturbing and reassuring. At least it guarantees No one else can control this power. As long as wizards don't interfere in our world, we don't need to pay such a high price to destroy them."

"But now they're getting involved."

"This is not in line with the character of wizards we know. They don't like, or disdain to contact us."

"Disdain, heh." The Prime Minister sneered, he got up and walked around the office anxiously, "Has someone found a way to control the wizarding world?"

"It's possible." Mycroft tapped the table unconsciously with his index finger, "It's also possible that there is finally an ambitious wizard in the wizarding world. Or both." McCoff pondered for a while, then said, "We must do a good job. We are preparing for war, but at the same time we have to do everything possible to prevent war. Once a war breaks out, we and the wizarding community will only lose. Let’s talk to the Ministry of Magic first to see what the wizarding community really thinks."

"Okay," said the Prime Minister reluctantly, "I really don't want to deal with the Ministry of Magic, those arrogant and disrespectful people."

"I think I'd be more than happy to do it, if you don't mind," Mycroft said.

"That would be great." The Prime Minister seemed relieved. "Come with me."

The prime minister took Mycroft to another room at the end of the corridor, and the door of the room was guarded by two heavily armed soldiers.The decoration inside the room is exactly the same as the prime minister's office, except for a dirty little oil painting in the corner of the room. There is a small frog-like man in a long silver wig, sleeping with his eyes open and closed. drowsy.This oil painting doesn't match the overall style of the office at all, it looks very abrupt.

In the office, a person who looked exactly like the Prime Minister was sitting behind the desk writing something, and did not respond to the entry of the Prime Minister and McCoff.Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "Holographic projection?"

The Prime Minister nodded, stepped forward and turned off the holographic projection, and explained, "In order to deal with those lunatics from the Ministry of Magic. They put an oil painting in the Prime Minister's office that couldn't be taken down, saying that through this oil painting Me, but I doubt that they can also monitor my every move through this. Of course I can change offices, but who knows if the Ministry of Magic will use other more covert methods. Holographic projection is not without flaws, it is enough to fool wizards. Before the holographic projection, the Prime Minister's Office hired actors, with a little makeup technology, and the Ministry of Magic didn't find out."

The Prime Minister walked up to the oil painting and tapped on it with his fingers. The man in the oil painting opened his eyes.Even knowing the weirdness of this oil painting, the Prime Minister still froze. He tried to remain calm and said, "Please tell the Minister of Magic, I hope to meet him."

The portrait is a bit surprising. For a long time, the Muggle Prime Minister has always regarded this oil painting as non-existent. Only the Minister of Magic may visit the Prime Minister once or twice during the Prime Minister’s tenure. No Muggle Prime Minister has contacted the Ministry of Magic. nothing.But the task of a portrait is to convey a message, he nodded and disappeared from the painting.

The Prime Minister stared at the blank screen in shock and blinked in disbelief.He turned around, secretly wishing to see the same frightened expression on Mycroft's face. To be honest, he had never seen McCoff lose his composure.However, the Prime Minister was doomed to be disappointed. Mycroft's expression was very calm, as if the portraits in the oil paintings could move and disappear from the oil paintings. This is something that can be seen every day, which is nothing more than normal.The Prime Minister hastily adjusted his expression to make himself less fussy. He patted McCoff on the shoulder and said, "I leave this to you." He couldn't wait to leave.

Mycroft waited behind the desk for the arrival of the Minister of Magic, casually playing with the umbrella in his hand.

After a while, the little man quietly appeared in the oil painting again. Mycroft looked up at the oil painting sharply. The little man froze, as if he had been seen through.He shook his head, this must be an illusion, he was just a portrait, and the person in front of him was just a Muggle.The little man gathered himself together and mustered up the courage to look at Mycroft, but McCoff had already withdrawn his gaze, which made him feel like he was punching the air in frustration.After the little man said listlessly, "Mr. Fudge will be here soon", he disguised himself as an ordinary oil painting and stopped talking.

A few minutes later, a green flame burst out from the marble fireplace, and a small, stout man stepped out of the flame, "Prime Minister, I'm glad..."

Cornelius Fudge paused. He took a closer look at Mycroft and made sure that he was not mistaken. The person in front of him was indeed different from what he remembered. Dereliction of duty, even the Muggle Prime Minister has changed without notifying me, I must fire him."

"Ahem." Mycroft, who had been observing Fudge calmly since just now, cleared his throat, "I'm not the Prime Minister, I'm just an ordinary employee of the British government."

Fudge frowned, "Only the ruling Muggle Prime Minister can know the existence of the wizarding world. Who are you? How did you know about the Ministry of Magic?" Before McCaw could answer, Fudge shook his head, pulled out his wand and pointed at McCaw The husband said, "No matter where you know about the Ministry of Magic, I don't have time to deal with this, and the follow-up will be followed up by the reverse contingency team. As for you, sir, I'm sorry. Obliviate! (Forgot all!)"

A white light shot out from Fudge's wand, and when he was about to touch Mycroft, a burst of white light burst out from his body, and the two lights collided and disappeared at the same time.

"You are from the Holy See!" Fudge's pupils shrank slightly, and a disgusted expression appeared on his face. Although the wizards are hiding from the world now, and the power of the Holy See is not as good as before. The two sides hate each other.

"No, just a small gift from the Holy See," Mycroft said. "Can we have a good talk?"

Fudge frowned, pulled his chair and sat down, and said with a straight face, "What do you want to talk about?"

Mycroft took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fudge, "What can you tell me about this pattern?"

Fudge took the paper, glanced at it casually, and then opened his eyes wide. There was a black skull on the paper, and a big python emerged from the skull's mouth. Fudge let go of his hand subconsciously, as if being scalded by the paper. arrive.

"Where did you know this logo?" Fudge's voice trembled.

Fear, avoidance, these two words are written on Fudge's face, without any concealment, an ordinary Scotland Yard agent can see it, let alone McCaw, McCaw The husband narrowed his eyes and said, "This is a sign of a newly emerging terrorist organization that is developing at an alarming rate. I suspect that the abnormalities of some government officials are also related to this sign."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Fudge stood up abruptly, "If you say that someone with this mark killed Muggles, then it is more credible, after all, a year ago there were several people from Azkaban The prisoner has escaped, and I have informed your Prime Minister about this. But it is absolutely impossible for them to cooperate with Muggles. No matter where those people know about the Dark Mark, this matter must have nothing to do with the wizarding world."

"So would you like to send some people to investigate?" Mycroft asked.

"We don't have time to deal with Muggle affairs." Fudge said as he strode towards the fireplace. He has been devastated by the undercurrent in the wizarding world recently, and the confrontation between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix has become more blatant every time. Don't take the Ministry of Magic seriously, he has enough troubles of his own, and he really doesn't have the heart to help the Muggles deal with their problems, "As the Minister of Magic, I only talk to the Muggle Prime Minister, you have something to say to your Prime Minister .Also, keep your mouth shut, the existence of the wizarding world is an absolute secret." After speaking, Fudge sprinkled a handful of powder into the fireplace and disappeared in a burst of green flames.

Mycroft frowned. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the room calmly.

"Come in." The Prime Minister was sitting in the office dealing with documents. When he heard a knock on the door, he looked up and saw that it was McCaw, and asked, "How was the talk?"

"The good news is that this matter has nothing to do with the wizarding government, and they have no intention of starting a war." Mycroft said, "The bad news is that this symbol does come from the wizarding world, and the Minister of Magic is very afraid of this symbol. What do you know about Azkaban?"

The Prime Minister thought for a while and said, "Azkaban is a prison for wizards. About a year ago, the Minister of Magic told me that Voldemort's men in Azkaban had escaped from prison. Oh, yes, they called him even his name. The devil who cannot be mentioned, it is said that these people are very dangerous."

Mycroft nodded thoughtfully.

"Are wizards responsible for those things?" asked the Prime Minister.

"It's not certain yet," said Mycroft. "The Minister for Magic has refused to cooperate with us. I'll find out as soon as possible. See you." Without waiting for the Prime Minister to say anything, Mycroft walked out of the office.

"Going back to the office, sir?" the driver asked.

"No." Mycroft said, turning the umbrella around. "Take me to my dentist."