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The Prime Minister's body shrank into the chair, trying to hide his surprise and panic.

He watched as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top.

A few seconds later, the big fat man stepped over the grate, holding a yellow-green yarmulke hat in his hand.

He stood on a fine antique carpet and dusted the ashes from the sleeve of his thin striped cloak.

"Oh, Muggle Prime Minister!" Connelly Fudge strode over and held out a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again." ”

The prime minister did not want to answer this polite remark from the bottom of his heart, so he said nothing.

To be honest, he didn't want to see Fudge at all.

Fudge's previous appearances, in addition to being particularly alarming, generally meant hearing some particularly bad news again.

Moreover, Fudge clearly looked worried this time.

He was thinner than before, his face was darker, his head was more bald, and his face looked wrinkled.

The Prime Minister has seen this look on the faces of politicians, and in general, this is not a good sign and means failure.

"Hello, can I do something for you?" asked the Prime Minister.

He hurriedly shook Fudge's hand and motioned for him to sit down in the hardest chair in front of the table.

"Many, many, I don't know where to start!" Fudge muttered, pulling over his chair and sitting down, placing the green yarke-cap on his knees, "It's been a lot of choking, it's been a lot of choking in recent months......

"Well, haven't you been having a good time lately?" the Prime Minister asked with a straight face, deliberately accentuating his tone.

He wanted the other party to understand that he had enough things to worry about, and he didn't want to share anything for Fudge.

"yes, needless to say, it's bad. Fudge rubbed his eyes wearily and looked at the Prime Minister sadly, "Come to think of it, I'm in the same situation as you, Prime Minister, Brockdale Bridge, the murders of Bones and Vance, not to mention the turmoil in the West. Trust me, this is just the beginning, just the beginning......"

"You're, um, your, I mean, some of you have something to do with these events, right?" First try to keep your tone calm, but it's really hard, "and, you just said this, this is just the beginning?"

"Of course it is. Fudge glared at the Prime Minister very harshly, "Surely you understand what's going on?"

"I ......," the prime minister hesitated.

It was this situation that made him less fond of Fudge's visit.

After all, he is a dignified prime minister, and he doesn't want anyone to make him feel like a schoolboy who doesn't know anything.

However, this has been the case since his first meeting with Fudge on the first night of his tenure as prime minister.

He still remembered it vividly, as if it had just happened yesterday, and he knew that he would never forget it until he died.

At that time, he was standing alone in this office, savoring the joy of finally achieving success after so many years of dreaming and careful planning, and he was alone......

"I'm sorry, we don't have much time!" Fudge said directly, "I've come here to inform you, Prime Minister, first of all, you have to understand that neither Brockdale Bridge nor those murders are an accident. ”

The Prime Minister's unhappiness at being interrupted by memories was fleeting, and then replaced by anger.

"You mean, it's because of the wizards?" said the Prime Minister bluntly, "God, do you know how much trouble this has caused me, I have to run a country, and there are enough things to worry about at the moment......"

"We're worried about the same things. Fudge interrupted, "You know, Brockdale Bridge isn't in disrepair, that wind isn't actually a hurricane, and those murders aren't Muggles. Also, with Herbert Joley gone, his family will be safer, and we are currently making arrangements to transfer him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. ”

"I don't understand at all, what's wrong with my assistant minister?" the Prime Minister roared excitedly, his anger almost uncontrollable, "you make it clear!"

"He's been taken under the Imperius Curse, poor fellow!" Fudge said, "I'm not sure if it's right for me to inform you of this, but you should know that it means they want to control you, and that's the main reason I'm here tonight, you're in a dangerous situation right now. ”

"Danger?want to control me?!" The Prime Minister immediately became deflated, his face turned pale, "You—you mean that someone wants to control me?"

"It's very easy to control you, and there's a lot of benefits, and Scrimgeour thinks they want to control you to start wars, wars between nations, like the war that spread all over the world more than fifty years ago. Fudge sighed and said, "It's terrible, but Scrimgeour seems to be convinced of ...... after talking to Dumbledore."

The Prime Minister couldn't make out what Fudge was saying next, and he felt his strength and something draining from his body.

Now the situation is that there is a group of wizards who want to control him and start a world war, which is crazy!

The current world environment is completely different from the past, and it is up to them to wage war, and who is the opponent......

Imagine how the Parliamentarian gang and Britain's allies would react if he spoke out about it.

Obviously, they will all think that he is crazy and that his political career is over!

But if they're all under control......

The Prime Minister is afraid to think about it any further, and that would be even worse.

War, the result of the Third World War will be the destruction of all people on this planet!

"Who is it? Who are you talking about trying to control me?" asked the Prime Minister weakly.

Fudge paused, took a deep breath, and then continued, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to tell you that he is back, and the demon who can't even be named is back. ”

"Is he back? You said he was back, he was still alive? I mean......"

The Prime Minister knew who Fudge was talking about who he couldn't even name the adversary, and he had heard about him many times from Fudge's mouth, each time accompanied by terrible events, and he searched his memory for the specifics of that terrible conversation three years ago.

At that time, Fudge talked to him about the sorcerer who everyone talked about, the wizard who had mysteriously disappeared after committing countless heinous sins fifteen years earlier.

"Yes, alive!" said Fudge, his face equally pale, "I can't tell, is a man who can't be killed alive?" I don't understand what happened, and Dumbledore wouldn't explain it properly. But no matter what, he must have a body, he can walk, he can talk, he can kill, and of course, he can come and control you. So I think he's really alive in terms of what we're talking about......"