Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Who is this Dumbledore?” The Prime Minister asked that he frequently heard Fogey's early Dumbledore name.

“Abbs Dumbledore, Rector of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time, recipient of the First Merlin Medal, President of the International Federation of Wizards, and Chief Wizard of Wesengamo.” Fuji said in a single breath, "At the same time, he is also the only wizard who can't even mention his name. He knows a lot of secrets about mysterious people, so I guess so...”

“If this wizard is so great, why not let him defeat the demon? ”

“This brings us back to our original topic, where the mystery man seems to be immortal.” Fogey said bitterly, "Or not so easily defeated that even Dumbledore could not. ”

The Office was relapsed into silence and the Prime Minister stopped asking questions.

He couldn't help but wonder, in the face of an immortal monster, can they really win this war?

He felt a mess in his head and couldn't figure it out.

If he could, he really wanted to wake up and discover that it was all a dream.

About five minutes later, the man in the portrait broke the silence, and he suddenly said, with a crisp voice in his mouth, "To Prime Minister Muggle, request a meeting. This is urgent, please respond immediately, Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour. ”

“Okay, okay, okay.” The Prime Minister said in confusion.

As the voice fell, the flame in the furnace fence turned green again, and a second dripping, spinning sorcerer appeared in the midst of the flame.

He turned around for a while and walked onto an ancient carpet.

The Prime Minister looked at the scene without showing fear.

Fuji stood up, hesitated for a moment and stood up.

He looked at the newcomer and stood up straight. He dusted the ashes off the black robe and looked to the left and right.

This person…

Looking at him, the prime minister suddenly came up with a ridiculous thought that Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His brown brown hair and thick eyebrows were intertwined with gray, with sharp yellow eyes behind his golden silk-edged glasses, and although his legs were a little crippled, he walked with a tremendous shooting star that instantly made him feel like a sharp, tough guy.

The prime minister thinks he understands why the wizard community wants Scrimgeour to be their leader, not Fogey, in this critical time.

During the war, this hard-line Eagle figure is needed to lead.

Overall, the Chancellor's first impression of Scrimgeour was still very good, much better than that of Foggy.

He hoped that the other party would solve the current problems and at least not make things worse.

“Hello!” said the Prime Minister politely, reaching out to him.

Scrimgeour was not in a hurry and shook his hand first, his eyes swept in and out of the house, as if to confirm the safety of the place.

His appearance is beyond suspicion, as are several armed thugs hiding in this room.

Then, Scrimgeour grass held the Prime Minister's hand and drew a wand from the robe.

“Fogey told you everything?” As he asked, he walked up to the door and knocked on the locking eye with his wand, and the Prime Minister heard the door lock click.

“Well, it is.” The Prime Minister said, "If you don't mind, I hope you don't lock the door. ”

“I don't want to be disturbed.” Skringer is impatient to say, "or being watched, you don't seem to understand your current situation, you are dangerous, and this office is not safe at all. ”

He said, pointing at the window with a wand, and the curtains were all closed.

You can clearly see that something that looks like an angular glass compartment appears over your head, covering them.

Silver-white glow flashed over the glass cover and the space returned to normal appearance, as if nothing had happened.

The Prime Minister looked at it and tried to adapt himself to the current situation, but it was just magic. He did not take it personally from Scringer, except for the Queen, who was the safest place in the whole of England and the world, although he appreciated the measures taken by the other party, obviously professionals.

“I just listened to Fuji...”

“Looks like Fudge didn't tell you everything well, or you didn't get it.” Skringer interrupted the Prime Minister and impatiently said, "I'm a busy man, I don't have much time to waste here, let's open the door. First, we need to discuss your safety. ”

The attitude of the other party, which wizards seem to look alike, dissipates the good feelings that the prime minister has just raised.

“Fuji just told me that it was obviously absurd that a madman wizard wanted to come and control me.” The Prime Minister tried to keep the waistplate straight, “I am very satisfied with the existing security measures, thank you very much...”

“We are not satisfied.” If Skringer interrupts him again, "your precautions are equivalent to no, he can come any time he wants, and if the Prime Minister is cursed, Muggles will suffer, especially in this situation. By the way, the new secretary outside your office..."

“I would never kick Kingsley Shackle out, if that's what you suggest!” The Prime Minister was thrilled to say, "He is extremely efficient and does twice as much work as the others! ”

“Obviously, that's because he's a wizard," Skringer said without a smile on his face, "a trained arrogant sent to protect you, but according to the latest information I've got, that's not enough. ”

“Hey, wait!” The Prime Minister shouted, "You can't just put your people in my office. I'll decide who works for me...”

“I suppose you're satisfied with Shackle?” Scribbler coldly said, interrupting him again.

“Yes, I mean, it used to be...”

“Then there's nothing wrong with that, is there?” Scrimgeour asked.

“I... yeah, as long as Shackle's work has been so, um, so brilliant, it shouldn't be a problem.” The Prime Minister said weakly, but Skringer didn't seem to have heard at all.

“And about Herbert Jolle, your assistant minister!” He continued, "Not long ago, the man who imitated the duck and made the public laugh. ”

“Fogey just told me he was under control! ”

“Exactly, a lame soul-snatching spell.” Sklinger said with disdain, "His mind is confused, but it does not exclude his danger, so we have quarantined him, you need to replace an assistant minister, and we will arrange for a proud one as soon as possible...”

“Wait, Herbert may just need more rest and less wine...”

“Don't interrupt my words. Again, my time is limited and I can't all be delayed here.” Skringer was very impatient to say, rudely interrupting the Prime Minister again, "Do you understand what's going on? The Ministry of Magic is very nervous, every elite is very precious, but we need to send another person to do so in order to do our best to protect you and ensure your safety. ”