v2 Chapter 1178： Scrimge

"Who is this Dumbledore?" The Prime Minister asked, and he frequently heard Fudge's name in advance of Dumbledore.

"Albus Dumbledore, the principal of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, is recognized as the greatest wizard of the time, the first Merlin Medal winner, the President of the International Wizards Federation, and the Wiesen Gamo Chief Magician." Fudge said in a breath, "At the same time, he is also the only wizard who is afraid of even the name of the devil. He knows a lot about the secrets of mysterious people. Probably this is..."

"Since this wizard is so great, why not let him defeat the devil?"

"This is back to our original topic. The mysterious man seems to be immortal." Fudge was not so easily beaten, even Dumbledore could not. ”

The office was back in silence and the Prime Minister stopped asking questions.

He couldn't help but think, facing a terrible monster that is not dead, can they really win in this war?

He felt that his head was in a mess, and he couldn’t figure it out.

If he can, he really hopes to wake up and find that it is a dream.

About five minutes later, the man in the portrait broke the silence. He suddenly said with a crisp voice in the official voice. "To the Muggle Prime Minister, ask for a meeting. Things are urgent, please reply immediately, Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimge ""

"Yes, OK, yes." The Prime Minister said with a confused mind.

The voice just fell, the flame in the grate turned into emerald green again, and there was a second sorcerer in the middle of the flame.

He turned for a moment and walked over to the antique carpet.

The Prime Minister looked at the scene and did not show his fear.

Fudge stood up and the Prime Minister hesitated and stood up.

He watched as the newcomer straightened up, and the other man took off the ashes on the black robes and looked around.

this person……

Looking at him, the Prime Minister suddenly came up with a ridiculous thought, and Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His brown hair and thick eyebrows are mixed with ochre gray, and behind the gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp yellow eyes. Although the legs are a bit awkward, there is a big stepping meteor in the way, which makes people feel that he is A keen, tough guy.

The Prime Minister thought that he could understand why the wizarding community wanted Scrimgein instead of Fudge as their leader during this time of crisis.

During the war, such tough hawks were needed to lead.

The overall impression of Scrimgeour is still very good, far better than Fudge.

He hopes that the other party can solve the current troubles, at least not to make the situation worse.

"Hello!" The Prime Minister said politely and extended his hand to him.

Scrimgeour was not in a hurry to shake hands first, his eyes swept in the house, as if confirming that it was safe.

His appearance makes people wonder, there are several thugs with weapons hidden in this room.

Then, Scrimgeour took a hand of the Prime Minister and took a wand from the robes.

"Fudge told you everything?" He asked as he strode to the door and knocked his keyhole with his wand. The Prime Minister heard the door lock slamming.

"Well, that's it." The Prime Minister said, "If you don't mind, I hope not to lock the door."

"I don't want to be disturbed." Scrimgeour said impatiently. "Or being monitored, you don't seem to understand your current situation. You are dangerous. This office is not safe at all."

He said, while pointing his finger at the window with his wand, the curtains were pulled up.

It can be clearly seen that something like an angular glass compartment appears on the top of the head and envelopes them.

The silvery white glow flashed across the glass cover, and the space returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The Prime Minister looked at it and tried to adapt himself to the current situation. It was just a magic. He disagreed with Scrimgeour. Apart from the Queen, he was the safest place in the whole Britain and the world, but he appreciated it. The measures taken by the other party are obviously professionals.

"I just listened to Fudge..."

"It looks like, Fudge doesn't tell you everything very well. You didn't understand." Scrimgeer interrupted the Prime Minister's words and said impatiently, "I am a busy man, there is not much time wasted here, we Let's get straight to the top. First, we need to discuss your security issues."

The attitude of the other side, the good feelings that the Prime Minister has just risen disappeared, these wizards seem to be the same.

"Fudge just told me that there is a mad wizard who wants to come over and control me. This is obviously absurd." The Prime Minister tried to put his waist on the existing security measures, thank you very much..."

"We are not satisfied." Scrimgeour interrupted him again. "The protection measures here are equivalent to no. If he is willing, he can come over at any time. If the Prime Minister is in the enchantment, the Muggles will It’s been awkward, especially in the current situation. Yes, the new secretary outside your office...”

"I will never drive Kingsley Shaker away, if this is your suggestion!" The Prime Minister said excitedly, "He is extremely efficient and does twice as much work as other people!"

"Obviously, it is because he is a wizard," Scrimgeour said, with no smile on his face. "A well-trained Auror is specially sent to protect you, but according to my latest information, this not enough."

"Hey, slow!" the Prime Minister shouted. "You can't just put your people in my office. It's up to me to decide who works for me..."

"I think you are very satisfied with Shaker?" Scrimgeour said coldly, interrupting him again.

"Yes, I mean, it used to be..."

"There is nothing wrong with it, is it?" asked Scrimge.

"I... yeah, as long as Shaker’s work has been so, um, so good, there should be no problem." The Prime Minister said weakly, but Scrimgeour did not seem to hear at all.

"And, about Herbert Jolla, your assistant minister!" he continued. "Not long ago, the one who imitated the ducks and made the public happy."

"Fudge just told me that he was under control!"

"Yes, a lame curse." Scrimge said disdainfully. "His mind was confused, but it did not rule out that he would be dangerous, so we took isolation measures for him and you need to replace it." An assistant minister, we will arrange an Auror as soon as possible..."

"Wait, Herbert may just need to rest and rest, drink less wine..."

"Don't interrupt me, repeat it again. My time is limited. It is impossible to delay all here." Scrimgeour said very impatiently, and rudely interrupted the Prime Minister again. "You don't understand." The current situation? The Ministry of Magic Aurora is nervous, every elite Auror is very valuable, but we have to send another person to come, the purpose of doing this is to do our utmost to protect you and ensure your safety. ”