It was almost midnight. The Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memorandum, but his mind was 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. On the other hand, he used the quietness of the night to recall everything he had encountered during his eight months as prime minister. Trouble he would never forget.
Only when he is alone can the Prime Minister have the courage to tell himself frankly.
Becoming the prime minister of this country was not in his "career plan". It was just because of some unexpected circumstances that he got into this position.
The pleasure of ‘having great power’ was running out in his second week as prime minister.
Because he soon realized that when he was president, like in his previous position, even if he tried his best, he could not make this country change from the 'rules' and 'traditions' that were as solid as iron barrels. A few changes.
In particular, he had to work hard to help the government get rid of some completely unreasonable responsibilities in front of the media.
For example, a week ago, the explosions and roars that almost enveloped the entire city were not secretly testing nuclear weapons by the government!
Test nuclear weapons in the city!
The Prime Minister's pale face was tinged with lividity, and his lips were pursed tightly.
If only that reporter had a bigger brain than a hummingbird, he wouldn’t ask such a retarded question!
However——
The phone on the classical-style desk still showed no sign of ringing. The Prime Minister stood up from his seat and paced back and forth in his spacious office. .
I have to say, that thing was indeed very strange and confusing.
Without any warning, a huge roar echoed over London and lasted for nearly two hours.
His guards rushed into the office immediately, and a group of people escorted him into the underground air-raid shelter. He waited in agony for more detailed information.
But ten minutes later, the news brought by the Minister of Defense who entered the air-raid shelter through a secret passage made him completely confused.
The Russians did not frantically drop bombs on London, and no fighter planes broke into the sky over the city.
It wasn't even a gas explosion. In the aftermath of the investigation, it was found that there were only a few traffic accidents in London during that time period.
However, the media and the public do not believe the report issued by the government at all, and conspiracy theories are overwhelming.
The Prime Minister stopped in front of the sash window and looked gloomily at the man with dark bags under his eyes and a tired face reflected in the glass mirror.
If the government cannot provide a reasonable explanation for this matter, media reporters will not give up.
He bet that even though it was already late at night, if he got off work now and the custodian hadn’t gotten in the car, there would be a bunch of reporters rushing in from all the dark corners.Come out and 'focus' on him!
"Damn!"
The angry Prime Minister shouted bitterly,
"Are they just happy to see Russian tanks appearing in Suburbs of London?"
Cough--
Turning around suddenly, the Prime Minister looked behind him in shock.
There was no one except him in the office under the soft light, and the phone on the desk did not ring.
It must be an illusion
The Prime Minister's towering shoulders slowly relaxed, and he sighed heavily, realizing that he had to rest.
Cough, cough!
The coughing sound appeared again, as if he was afraid that he could not hear clearly, and the coughing sound was obviously much heavier than before!
"Who is it!"
The Prime Minister shouted. After turning around, he staggered back and hit the paned glass window with a clang. Scanning the office back and forth with wide eyes, the Prime Minister's eyes were not shocked, but frightened!
"To the Muggle Prime Minister——"
The unexpected voice drew the Prime Minister's attention to the corner of the room, where there was a painting with a long silver wig and long hair. portrait of a frog-like man.
The Prime Minister rubbed his eyes in confusion. He was not sure if he saw it wrong. Maybe he was just too stressed and hallucinating, but he seemed to really see the lips of the portrait moving
< p>"The British Minister of Magic, Ms. Amelia Bones, and the Vice-President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Mr. Amosta Braine, have invited the Muggle Prime Minister to discuss important matters. Please reply immediately!"< p>I was finally driven crazy!The Prime Minister stared blankly at the man in the portrait who turned his head and looked directly at him. This thought flashed through his mind.
"Please reply immediately!"
The portrait was a little impatient and his voice became louder.
"Oh, okay-"
The prime minister's curled shoulders trembled, and he said blankly.
Bang--
A blazing flame suddenly ignited in the marble fireplace without any sparks. In the fierce swirl of fire, a man and a woman appeared and walked out of the fireplace. .
The Prime Minister’s dull eyes fell on the two of them.
The woman who walked out of the flames had a look of deep exhaustion on her face that was similar to his. The Prime Minister could 'smell' the same kind of scent from this woman.
And the young man next to the woman
The first thought that crossed the Prime Minister's mind was that he was the woman's subordinate, but this idea was rejected by him as soon as he thought about it.
The portrait said that this man was the vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards
I don’t know how powerful he is.
Moreover, this young man, who is about the same age as his son, has a very special temperament. When he appears in this office, it seems that all the light in the room is focused on him!
"Good evening, Prime Minister--"
The woman seems to be in poor condition, and seemed to have just been knocked unconscious in the stove. After walking out of the fireplace, she stood there and gasped a few times,
"We were supposed to meet on the night I took office as Acting Minister of the Ministry of Magic. That was eighteen days ago.
But, you know what has happened these days, I am really at my wits end.
Actually, tonight’s meeting was not part of the plan. Mosta suggested that I meet with you as soon as possible. Because of the failure of the war just now, Voldemort and his army of dark wizards are likely to be looking for revenge.
They will not find any opportunities in the magical world for the time being. Therefore, there is a high probability that it will cause terrorist incidents in the Muggle world. I think this”
Minister Bones frowned and looked at the Prime Minister sternly,
“Speaking of which, Can you understand what I'm saying?"
The Prime Minister had gradually come to his senses. When he heard the woman's question, he nodded slowly. The next second, he suddenly burst into laughter!
His security guard told him that there are alarm buttons everywhere in this office. As long as one is pressed, the alarm can be heard throughout No. 10 Downing Street!
The Prime Minister turned around suddenly and raised his hand to press an inconspicuous bulge on the window frame.
Bang!
But before his hand touched the button, a white light flew over his shoulder and hit the window before his hand.
A layer of white frost immediately appeared on the clean window sash, and a beautiful ice flower grew on the button!
The Prime Minister made a decisive decision and rushed towards the door of the office.
"Help, there is a terrorist attack!"
As he ran, the Prime Minister shouted at the top of his lungs. , but just before he could shout, the Prime Minister suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing on the back of his head!
Ugh!
The Prime Minister who was running towards the door was frozen in a weird posture and could not move!
Bang--
The young man with soft gray hair and purple eyes suddenly squeezed out the air and appeared in front of him. The Prime Minister stared at him with shocked eyes. Burst!
"So-"
Amosta looked at the Muggle Prime Minister with a strange expression on his face,
"In the eight years since you succeeded as Prime Minister, You haven't had a single interaction with Fudge in the past month, and he hasn't informed you about the previous large-scale prison break from Azkaban? Your predecessor hasn't said a word about us to you?"
Prime Minister? He was speechless, his thoughts were almost exhausted!
“That’s outrageous!”
The Prime Minister heard the woman say angrily, but he didn’t know who she was scolding?
Is it the former Prime Minister or that Fudge?
“There is no way——”
Amosta sighed helplessly,
“I can only spend more time, then”
Amosta looked at the Prime Minister and said politely,
"I will untie you and explain everything to you, but please be patient. If you continue to yell, will I be very distressed?" (End of Chapter)
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