The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

It was almost midnight, and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo, but his mind went blank and he had no idea what it meant.

He was waiting for a call from the president of a distant country.

On the one hand, he doubted whether the unfortunate guy would call, and on the other hand, he suppressed many unpleasant memories of these long and tiring days, so there was not much space in his mind to think about other things.

The more he tried to concentrate on reading the words on the paper in front of him, the more clearly he saw the gloating face of his political enemy.

When this political opponent appeared in the news, he not only listed the big explosion that was suspected of being a nuclear explosion and the subsequent negative news that happened a few days ago, but he also clearly analyzed that the explosion and the subsequent negative news were all due to the government. caused by negligence.

The Prime Minister's pulse beat faster when he thought of these accusations, for they were unjust and untrue.

How could his government prevent a suspected nuclear explosion that occurred without warning? !

After the explosion, his government immediately sent a large number of police forces to cordon off the scene, minimizing the negative impact of the explosion. This was the limit of what he could do.

But what? That damn political opponent blames the inquiries and pressure from other countries on his government's inaction!

"There is panic across the country."

The opposition person concluded this at the end of the news, barely concealing the proud smile on his face.

Unfortunately, this is indeed the case, and the whole country in the UK is now in panic.

The Prime Minister himself sensed that people did appear more panicked than usual.

The Prime Minister stood up and looked gloomily at his office.

This was a very grand room, with a beautiful marble fireplace facing a long sash window. The Prime Minister walked to the closed window and looked out at the gloomy weather.

As the Prime Minister stood with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

The Prime Minister froze, his own frightened face reflected in the dark windowpane in front of him.

He knew that coughing sound!

He'd heard it before!

He turned slowly and faced the empty room.

The Prime Minister tried hard to sound braver: "Hello?"

At that moment, he knew it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would agree to him.

However, a voice immediately answered. This voice was clear and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech.

The Prime Minister knew when he heard the first cough that it came from the little frog-like man in the long silver wig who was the figure in a dirty little oil painting in the corner across the room.

"To the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. Requesting an urgent meeting. Please answer immediately, faithful old Barty Crouch."

The man in the oil painting looks at the Prime Minister with questioning eyes.

The Prime Minister seemed very troubled. As early as the day he became Prime Minister, he learned about the existence of the wizarding world, and the Minister of Magic he met at that time was still named Cornelius Fudge.

From the words of the man in the oil painting, he with a keen political sense immediately understood that the magical government had also changed its leader, and the new British Minister of Magic might be the man in the oil painting. Barty Crouch Sr. in his mouth.

With the fear of facing the unknown, the Prime Minister tried to avoid the meeting: "Well...listen...this time is not suitable for me...I am waiting for a call...from a president..."

The man in the painting immediately said: "Mr. Prime Minister, Minister Crouch requested an urgent meeting to resolve the Wiltshire explosion. If Mr. Prime Minister hopes to solve this problem as soon as possible, please arrange a meeting as soon as possible."

Malfoy Manor is located in Wiltshire. Therefore, this big explosion, which is called a suspected nuclear explosion in the Muggle world, was also named the "Wiltshire Big Bang" by Muggles.

After hearing the words of the man in the oil painting, the Prime Minister was very moved. Isn't the reason why he is so tired these days just because of this fucking bombing? !

However, what the Prime Minister said about "waiting for a call from the President" was not just an excuse, but something real. This made the Prime Minister get entangled again.

However, the man in the painting seemed to be aware of the Prime Minister's worries. He said: "Mr. Prime Minister, if you are willing to accept this emergency meeting, we will ask the President to forget about the phone call, and he will call again tomorrow night." ”

After hearing the words of the man in the painting, the Prime Minister finally nodded and said, "Okay, then let's meet your Minister Crouch."

After saying that, the Prime Minister hurried to his desk and straightened his tie.

The Prime Minister sat down behind his desk, adjusting his facial expression to look as relaxed and calm as he wished he would during a political meeting.

Then, he saw bright green flames suddenly burst out of the empty grate under the marble fireplace.

The Prime Minister tried his best to hide his surprise and panic, and watched helplessly as a tall, thin, middle-aged man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning rapidly like a top.

"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister, this is our first meeting. Let me introduce myself first. I am Barty Crouch Sr., and I am also the current Minister of Magic in the United Kingdom."

Old Batty walked towards the Prime Minister businesslikely. He stretched out a hand towards the Prime Minister and said politely.

The Prime Minister was flattered and shook Old Barty's hand. He said: "Hello, Mr. Crouch. To be honest, Mr. Crouch, you surprised me. You are more polite than that guy named Fudge." too much!"

Old Barty smiled slightly and said: "Fuji has high vision and low hand. He is arrogant but has no capital to be arrogant. But I am different. Mr. Prime Minister, I respect everything in your world and I respect you."

After a while of pleasantries, the Prime Minister carefully brought the topic to the point: "Mr. Crouch, I heard that you are here about the Wiltshire explosion?"

Old Batty nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, I have to tell you with regret that this explosion came from the magic world, and the land that was bombed was also exposed from the magic world and was What you see."

The Prime Minister's eyes widened and he asked: "Mr. Crouch, are you saying that this explosion was caused by a wizard?"

Old Batty said softly: "It is not so much the work of a wizard, but rather the combination of magic and technology, Mr. Prime Minister. The prototype of the weapon that created that explosion was the red weapon that you eliminated a hundred years ago. Cannonballs." (End of chapter)