Chapter 420： Muggle

Seeing the Muggle Prime Minister subdued, Scrimgeour's expression looked better, and his palm slowly left the wand.

And the Muggle prime minister opposite him also secretly relieved.

He has seen the development of the matter very clearly. The man who looks like a lion in front of him is definitely not a qualified politician.

True politicians are absolutely inexorable of emotions and anger. They are like the ‘rational people’ assumed in economics, cold-blooded, without emotion, and only interest in their eyes!

As long as the benefits are large enough, it doesn't matter how you humiliate him.

is like the last Minister of Magic Fudge. Although he looks down on Muggles in his heart, he still maintains the most basic etiquette in the conversations with the Muggle Prime Minister, talking and laughing.

It’s just that his job is obviously not in place, because anyone who has been with him can see his arrogance hidden in his bones.

On the other hand, the new Minister of Magic named Scrimgeour did not have the hypocrisy common to politicians, but rather the iron-blood and directness of soldiers.

‘This should be a high-ranking official from the military, and it is very likely that he was the leader of the military power of the Ministry of Magic before! ’

The Muggle Prime Minister quickly made a judgment, which on the other hand confirmed his initial guess.

Under the pressure of the powerful force of the mysterious man who can't even mention the name, there should have been a civil strife in the Ministry of Magic, which caused the original Minister of Magic to be forced to step down, and Scrimgeour, who mastered the military power, took over the banner !

Thinking about this, the corners of the Muggle Prime Minister’s mouth rose, because the general leader of this type of warlord has one characteristic, that is, it is easy to be fooled!

"Minister Scrimgeour, I have read a lot of information about the mysterious person who can't even mention his name, so I understand." The Muggle Prime Minister pretended to be sincere, "He seems to be an extreme Radicals, just like the war criminal named Grindelwald during World War II, he advocates violence and hopes to provoke ordinary people, which is what you call the war between Muggles and wizards, right?"

Scrimgeorg nodded silently. Although he knew that the Muggle Prime Minister's metaphor was ridiculous and Voldemort could not compare to that Grindelwald anyway, he did not correct the other party's mistakes, but wanted to listen. What else does the other party want to say.

"Minister Scrimgeour, we are all peace-lovers. We exist to enable our people to live and work in peace," the Muggle Prime Minister continued, "and war madmen like the mysterious man who can’t even mention the name. It is our common enemy, that is to say, we are a group."

After saying this, the Muggle Prime Minister looked at Scrimgeour, but this time Scrimgeour had no expression on his face.

He smiled tentatively and said:

"From our previous conversations, I have learned that the current situation of your ministry is not optimistic, and it can even be said to be very difficult. Since we are comrades in the same camp, I think our country may be able to provide some assistance to your ministry. Whether it is military or humanitarian..."

"This is not necessary!"

Scrimgeour rejected the opponent almost without hesitation.

Muggles that make almost all wizards think they are lower creatures to help them wizards?

What are you kidding?

This will not only violate the International Wizarding Secrecy Law, but it will also show that the Ministry of Magic is incompetent!

Scrimgeour felt that the other party was insulting himself. He stared at the other party and said:

"This is a war between wizards and wizards, you Muggles can't do anything! Go and see, just the aftermath of a dozen wizards' battles shattered the Newcastle Bridge, a boring holiday experiment by Hogwarts students It made North London snow in the middle of summer, not to mention the virus leak caused by the fall of an alchemist workshop that caused the plague in Liverpool! These seem trivial things to us, but can you handle it? If nothing happens, I am afraid your current situation is also very difficult, right?"

The Muggle Prime Minister’s face was green and purple, and Scrimgeour’s words were undoubtedly hitting his face.

It’s just that good political literacy made him resist the desire to turn his face immediately. He leaned back on the back of the chair, and followed the other party’s words with a cold face.

"Yes, the current situation in our country is indeed not optimistic. Even I myself is being attacked by others, but whose fault is this? These disasters caused by your wizards have claimed thousands of lives. Don’t you feel ashamed?"

Scrimgeour stopped talking again. He wanted to admit that he didn't take the lives of Muggles in his eyes at all, but these words couldn't be said in the open, so he could only keep silent.

"Since you don’t need our assistance, please deal with the mysterious person who can’t even mention his name as soon as possible. Even if you can’t deal with it, please suppress him and his party members as soon as possible and don’t let them be in Muggles anymore. What is happening in the world!" The Muggle Prime Minister lit a cigar again, and said, "If you can't do it, then I can only do it myself to protect my people." I believe that when it comes to lethality, bullets and spells should be the same."

"Are you threatening me?"

Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed slightly, and everyone who knew him knew it was an expression of his extreme anger.

The Muggle Prime Minister on the opposite side seemed to be scared too. The cigar in his hand fell to the ground again, and a big hole was burnt in the carpet.

"No, no, no! You misunderstood! Please don't get excited." The Muggle Prime Minister waved his hand in a funny way, "I mean we will use the necessary force to protect our people from harm. This is not to say we will Attack the wizard, but if necessary, we will still...Uh...you know what I mean? I can't watch my people being ravaged indiscriminately!"

Looking at the somewhat comical appearance of the Muggle Prime Minister, Scrimgeour's mouth twitched a sneer arc, he stood up with a smile, looked at each other condescendingly, and said mockingly:

"Hehe, you can give it a try and see if your broken copper and iron are useful. But what I think is that you are doing useless work."

After saying this, Scrimgeour's figure distorted and finally disappeared.

The silence in the office returned again, and the Muggle Prime Minister looked at the empty sofa chair opposite, with a smile on his face.

Until today, most wizards still think that Muggles are like ants, and they can pinch them to death by raising their hands.

This view was indeed applicable a thousand years ago, but now the times have changed!

The explosive growth of technology in the past thousand years not only made their quality of life higher and higher, but also gave them enough strategic power to fight the wizards!

While the wizards are standing still, the development of their magic power is really too slow!

It can be said that the Muggles now far surpass wizards in certain aspects!

But these so-called wizards still maintain the pride of the old age.

Just like the former Minister of Magic named Scrimgeour, in the previous conversation with the other party, the Muggle Prime Minister only read one word on the other's face, that is arrogance!

But, arrogance is good!

Nowadays, the Muggles’ power is still too weak. If there is a direct war with the wizards, the end result can only be a loss for both sides.

But the prime ministers of all countries believe that as long as they are given enough time, it will be extremely easy to defeat the wizard.

Because the speed of technological development is so fast compared to magic!

Only when the other party is arrogant enough, will he despise Muggles.

Only in this way can Muggles have more time to continue to develop!

And when the Muggles develop to a more terrifying force, the wizards will no longer be noble!

Under the bombardment of artillery, they will be forced to open their country's gates and conduct exchanges and free trade with other countries. At that time, the power of wizards will be completely integrated into the Muggle world.

Thinking like this, the smile on the Muggle Prime Minister's face became brighter.

He has begun to fantasize about what he will be like when he can release magic one day!

Formidable personal power, who doesn’t like it?

But suddenly, he jumped up from the chair as if thinking of something and screamed:

"Damn it! I forgot to let them solve the plague in Liverpool!"

Talking about the Muggle Prime Minister, he wanted to run to the portrait and call him again, but to his disappointment this time, the little man on the portrait disappeared.

"Hey, it's really careful." The Muggle Prime Minister cursed, "Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days, anyway, Liverpool people will not die for the time being."

Saying so, the Muggle Prime Minister sat back in his office chair, looked up at the ceiling, and fell into fantasy again.

"Resurrected from the dead? It's great!"

……

In the early morning, in a cafe on the streets of London, listening to the soothing music playing in the store, Mike dressed in casual sportswear sits on the spacious deck like an ordinary person who just finished running in the morning and is ready to rest, staring The flow of people coming and going outside the window.

He is waiting for someone.

Kingsley, this pure-blooded black wizard from voodoo insists on setting the meeting place for the two of them here.

Although Mike felt strange about this, he did not refuse.

After all, like this kind of private gathering, Muggle Cafe is indeed a better choice than Broken Cauldron Bar or Pig Head Bar. At least, there will be fewer wizards here.

"Sir, your coffee!"

A beautiful voice pulled Mike's thoughts back again. He turned his head to look, and saw a young and youthful waitress looking at this place with great enthusiasm, but in her hand, she was holding something. A coffee set.

"Thank you."

took the plate, Mike gave her a bright smile, and the latter slightly scratched the palm of Mike's hand when Mike reached out to take the plate.

Then she licked her lips at Mike again, then twisted and returned to the bar.

The implied meaning of the other party is very obvious. If Mike is willing, I believe that a dew marriage must be inevitable.

However, Mike is not much interested in this kind of thing.

He is not an innocent boy who knows nothing, so he knows very well that you can't touch this kind of woman who actively embraces.

Because you don’t even know if the other party is doing it cleanly.

Perhaps in the cognition of normal people, those women who specialize in these services are the dirtiest. When they think that many of them, the first thing that appears in their minds is X disease.

But in fact, compared to many women who play in society, those professional women are much cleaner.

At the very least, most people's units have regular physical examinations, and those social girls, Mike doesn't think they will have that consciousness, they are only pursuing pure hedonism.

So compared to this kind of dew marriage, Mike is more willing to go to those professional places if he has a need.

Looking at the waitress's twisting back, Mike raised his mouth slightly, rubbing his hands and preparing to enjoy his coffee.

But at this moment, there was a low voice behind him.

"It looks like your beautiful blessing is not shallow."

Mike's hand holding the coffee cup was slightly stagnant, but he didn't look back, instead he whispered nonchalantly:

"How long have you been here?"

"Longer than you."

"Oh, is it?" Mike took a sip of coffee, feeling a bit bitter, so he tore open the sugar packet and added it. "Dumbledore should have told you everything, right?"

"Yes he asked me to cooperate with you." Kingsley held a cup of coffee and sat across from Mike. "To be honest, I don't really understand why he believes you, a student who has not yet graduated. But since he has spoken, then I can only cooperate. So, what do you want me to do?"

"I just want to know Chris Flint and the Flint family, where they are now."

"You just want to know this? Oh, well, they are..." Kingsley glanced at Mike in a bit of surprise and then prepared to tell it all, but only halfway through, he stared as if thinking of something. With eyes widened, he looked at Mike incredulously, "Aren't you going to hit the door directly?"

Mike didn't speak, just stirred the coffee in his hand.

But what he meant is already obvious. Don’t deny it, that’s acquiescence.

"You are crazy!" Kingsley stood up abruptly, and snarled at Mike with his hands on the table, "Do you know how many people will die by doing this?"

Kingsley’s loud voice shocked the waitress who had been paying attention to Mike’s side. Due to the curse, she did not hear the conversation between the two, but looked at the one who was yelling at the handsome golden man. The black brawny, the waitress still panicked.

"Or, should I call the police?"

The waitress muttered to herself and took out a flip phone from her arms.

On the other side, looking at Kingsley's cross-brows across, Mike also stopped stirring the coffee.

" "Of course I know, but what does it matter? ""