Chapter 619 The British Don't Lie to the British (final)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 619 The British Don't Lie to the British (final)
The title is wrong, it should be [Chapter 621]
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Cornelius Fudge glared at the Prime Minister,
This time it was him who was dumbfounded.
'Is this guy crazy because of me? '
He looked at the wine bottle in his hand and thought in his mind.
There is a reason for Fudge to think this way... The wine he just drank for the Prime Minister was brewed by the goblins.
It is an alcoholic drink that contains a specific magical effect.
200 years ago, when the goblins ended their rebellion and decided to establish Gringotts, they relied on this thing... When negotiating with the Ministry of Magic, they facilitated the most favorable conditions for themselves.
Although after that time, all wizards understood not to accept any gifts related to goblins, especially those related to food and drinks.
This bottle of wine was one of the few magical wines that were not opened and drunk after the meeting between the Ministry of Magic and the goblins.
Its effect is to make the person who drinks it, somehow... a natural agreement with the person who drinks it.
Before Fudge came to the Prime Minister's office, he knew that his trip would not go well.
And he can't directly use the [Imperial Curse] on the Prime Minister, but because of the contagious curse... this matter is too dangerous, so he can only use this method.
Fortunately, after drinking the goblin's magic wine, there will be no negative effects. The drinker will always remain sober, and it can even be said that he is too sober... Even he himself will not have doubts about the agreement reached.
It will not have any negative effects on people who drink alcohol,
Kind of like a lucky potion.
That's why Fudge drank it too.
But now...
Could it be that it has been stored for too long, and the nature of the magic power contained in the wine has changed?
Fudge thought in a panic.
Or say I got it wrong.
Fudge repeated in great surprise, "What did you say?"
"The British don't lie to the British!" the Prime Minister urged again.
This time, Fudge couldn't pretend he couldn't hear.
He stammered and repeated,
"The British...no...don't lie to the British!"
The two stared at each other, staring into each other's eyes.
Fudge regretted even more this time, why he didn't learn the spell of [Inspiriting], and he could see clearly what the Muggle in front of him was thinking.
If the Muggle Prime Minister was really driven crazy by himself, then things would be a big deal.
On the contrary, the Prime Minister himself did not think that this sentence was like a spell that could restrain the wizard in front of him.
It's just that he wanted to comfort himself, he still couldn't let go of the plan he was about to tell...
After a long period of awkward atmosphere.
Knowing that now is not the time to waste time, Fudge hurriedly asked the Prime Minister, "Mr. Prime Minister, how do you want to block the whole of London..."
"It's very easy! Human nature is always greedy for life and afraid of death, especially in this generation...our citizens put themselves first..."
"But before I do that, I would like to ask again... is this contagious curse you speak of really confined to London?" asked the Prime Minister.
"Well, that's right." Fudge nodded.
"Those zombies... are the severe patients in your mouth... Didn't you say that anyone who is bitten or scratched by them... will become another severe symptom in a short period of time, that is, a zombie?"
"So what if such a guy got on a train from London to Manchester, or Oxford...?"
"It won't turn all the people on the train into zombies...spread to the whole of Britain, right?"
The Prime Minister spotted a loophole in Fudge's words, and he pointed it out directly, without any hesitation.
"Well, I'm glad you asked this question...Frank communication questions will always promote our mutual understanding..."
Seeing the Prime Minister's serious inquiry, Fudge believed that he really had a way to block London.
So he replied happily, "Mr. Prime Minister, I have already said it before... Now this infectious curse is still in the first stage."
"It's not an infectious disease. Now the infection of this thing is only limited to London. Even severe patients, that is, the zombie you mentioned... When they run outside London, they will only become ordinary corpses."
"As for the other mild patients, they were originally cursed...Leaving London will naturally be suppressed...showing an inactive state, until the second stage of the entire curse mutation growth...will be reactivated."
The Prime Minister understood a little bit, he nodded and continued to ask, "So, when it comes to the second stage..."
"My dear Prime Minister, when that time comes... it will prove that I, and the British Ministry of Magic, have failed completely."
"The dark lord who can't even mention his name has got his wish. I think if you are still alive by then, you should escape... as far as possible. It is best not to stay in England... At that time, the Ministry of Magic of other countries will try to see if they can stop this devil from ruling the world."
Fudge said with a wry smile.
He felt that the prime minister still looked quite normal, and after a few conversations... he didn't appear to be in a state of confusion.
So Fudge followed the Prime Minister's question and asked again, "Prime Minister, I have already answered your question, now it's up to you to solve my question... How will you get the Muggles to be blocked voluntarily."
The Prime Minister gave a dangerous smile.
He said softly: "Generally, there are only two ways to do things voluntarily...fear and greed."
"What do you mean, I won't cast spells to scare Muggles, not to mention that even if the dementors still exist... I can't do such a thing." Fudge said.
"Dementors?"
"No, you got it wrong." The Prime Minister shook his head, "Fear can be spread, greed can be shaped... and the nature of these two things cannot be exchanged."
"My dear Prime Minister... stop playing riddles like Albus Dumbledore. I've had enough of his mysteries. Sir, you can't do this to me.!" Fudge snapped, displeased.
The Prime Minister saw that Fudge had never been able to understand the traditional and exquisite governing art of the Prime Minister of the British Empire, and he could not understand it as well as his first secretary Bernanke, so he had no choice but to say directly and clearly, "Mr. Fudge, you and your colleagues, as long as you directly show a severely infected patient to the world..."
"Prime Minister, that would cause great chaos in Muggle society, as you know... uncontrollable fear will overwhelm the entire social order." Fudge said in great surprise.
"I know, this is exactly what I long for..."
"What!" Fudge shouted in disbelief.
"Ahem..." The Prime Minister coughed twice, and explained in a panic, "Sir, didn't you say that to me?... You need to blockade the entire London, to reduce the population of London as much as possible, and drive them out of the city..."
"Didn't you tell me that as long as people leave the city, they won't be infected by this curse?"
"Under fear, people will definitely push everything on me. When I issue an order to block the city of London, although some people will disagree, but most of the time... other people in our government departments will definitely be happy to make me take this responsibility."
"After all, if the matter is really in front of you, no one will be stupid enough to want to kill themselves..."
"Isn't all of this what you, you wizards, want?"
asked the prime minister.
"But, but...but this is too unfair to you." Fudge thought...it is indeed the case.
However, he still couldn't believe that a Muggle politician would sacrifice his rights and reputation so noblely to make such a move.
It's almost like panning for gold in (si).
Seeing that Fudge's expression was as he expected... He was very touched, and the Prime Minister immediately showed an expression of 'doing his part'.
"I know, but now it's time for people like us to make sacrifices. These are the so-called rights and obligations... This is the responsibility of a politician... Don't you think so? Mr. Fudge, I think you also have a deep understanding..."
The Prime Minister immediately followed Fudge's emotions, showing his senior acting skills honed in his ten-year career as a politician.
In an unassuming way of saying it, flattering the other party and elevating himself by the way.
"That's right, that's right... There are many people who just can't understand us. They always think that people like us are greedy for power... They like the kind of saint who has no flaws in Dumbledore, but that kind of guy just hides in the school and loves his feathers. He always speaks beautiful words but can't do anything."
"I don't even think about it, the peace of the world, the peace and contentment of wizards and Muggles for more than ten years... Isn't it because of me... Isn't it because of our hard work?"
Fudge nodded thoughtfully.
"Prime Minister, what are you going to do?"
The prime minister straightened up and looked at the article on his left...the report on new infectious diseases,
He handed it to Fudge.
Fudge didn't understand, and he took it into his hand in a daze before he realized it.
"Sir, I don't understand your Muggle stuff..."
"No, no... This is just a prop. It is used to attract the attention of journalists in our world... Can you put this thing in the hands of a reporter..."
"For example, let him discover this report while waiting for the bus... Afterwards, when he is not paying attention, disappear it, so that he can't find this report as evidence..."
"Can it be done?" asked the Prime Minister.
"Oh, that's so easy. Our Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division... Arthur Weasley, he didn't know how many of these things were confiscated..."
"The keys that always disappear, they've been cast with the Shrink Charm, and when Muggles use them, they always disappear without a trace... It's easy to do, and I'll let Arthur get one just like that."
"However, you still have this thing?"
Fudge flicked his wand, made an exact copy of the report, and returned the original to the Prime Minister.
He went on to ask,
"But why put it at the bus stop?"
"Uh, habit... This is the habit of our British Empire reporters."
The Prime Minister replied in embarrassment. He couldn't say that it was influenced by spy war dramas and Soviet spy stories...so that every British person, especially those who are engaged in the journalist industry...has a dream of 007 in their hearts. Have you ever thought about this addiction?
The prime minister hastily changed the embarrassing topic and said, "I know the reporters in our country too well. Even if there is no news, they will add to the chaos. If they find some vague clues, it will make them even more carnival... It's like a festival. In addition, the document disappeared... They will definitely suspect that the government is monitoring them, and there is big news behind this thing..."
"These guys...will definitely be relentless, and will definitely be found in the blocked hospital. At that time, you don't have to block the news, just control a zombie like that...let them see it, it's best to be photographed...that would be the best."
"When the news hits the papers, the whole city of London will go mad."
"Your plan to block London... will have a high probability of being run by everyone."
The Prime Minister trayed Fudge with his own plan.
Fudge hesitated, "But how will this be solved in the end? If we solve this curse at that time, how will you explain it to the Muggles?"
"We don't want to expose the wizarding world to Muggles."
"It's simple, push it to the Yankees...At most there will be one unsolved mystery, aliens, freemasons, mysterious biological viruses, mind manipulation...The government of their country always likes to do these unknown things."
"There are too many dogs (si) on them. Once they have a similar smell, people will always find them, and they can't go wrong in all likelihood."
"Even if we don't explain it like this, someone will contact them." The Prime Minister gave such a solution without any effort.
"Even if someone chases after you, as long as we veto it quickly enough, evade it firmly enough, and bow and apologize, this is the panacea for our government to solve all problems..."
"Hey, Mr. Fudge, what are you doing..."
The Prime Minister suddenly saw Fudge take out a small notebook from his pocket, put on his own glasses, as if he was listening to a lecture, lowered his head, took notes sincerely, and studied hard.
"It's nothing, just keep talking..." Fudge smiled awkwardly, but he still didn't take back the notes.
He motioned for the Prime Minister to continue talking.
After the prime minister finished speaking, he usually dealt with those reporters in this way, after meeting the demands of voters and various departments.
Fudge finally put away the notebook with satisfaction, and then began to discuss the details of the previous plan with the Prime Minister.
When everything was ready, Fudge had nothing to do here.
He is quite reluctant now, and doesn't want to leave.
"Well, that's all I have to say, and it's settled then, Prime Minister!
"It's up to you to block London and save Britain and the world," Fudge said, trying to motivate the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister tried unsuccessfully to force a smile, looking very forced.
Finally, Fudge put the bottle of magic wine and the wine glass into his yarmulke again,
Then scooped Floo powder in his pocket, sprinkled it in the hearth, stepped into the surging green fire,
Disappeared.
I was convinced, and even sealed three sheets, and I couldn't write any more.
(End of this chapter)
The title is wrong, it should be [Chapter 621]
……
Cornelius Fudge glared at the Prime Minister,
This time it was him who was dumbfounded.
'Is this guy crazy because of me? '
He looked at the wine bottle in his hand and thought in his mind.
There is a reason for Fudge to think this way... The wine he just drank for the Prime Minister was brewed by the goblins.
It is an alcoholic drink that contains a specific magical effect.
200 years ago, when the goblins ended their rebellion and decided to establish Gringotts, they relied on this thing... When negotiating with the Ministry of Magic, they facilitated the most favorable conditions for themselves.
Although after that time, all wizards understood not to accept any gifts related to goblins, especially those related to food and drinks.
This bottle of wine was one of the few magical wines that were not opened and drunk after the meeting between the Ministry of Magic and the goblins.
Its effect is to make the person who drinks it, somehow... a natural agreement with the person who drinks it.
Before Fudge came to the Prime Minister's office, he knew that his trip would not go well.
And he can't directly use the [Imperial Curse] on the Prime Minister, but because of the contagious curse... this matter is too dangerous, so he can only use this method.
Fortunately, after drinking the goblin's magic wine, there will be no negative effects. The drinker will always remain sober, and it can even be said that he is too sober... Even he himself will not have doubts about the agreement reached.
It will not have any negative effects on people who drink alcohol,
Kind of like a lucky potion.
That's why Fudge drank it too.
But now...
Could it be that it has been stored for too long, and the nature of the magic power contained in the wine has changed?
Fudge thought in a panic.
Or say I got it wrong.
Fudge repeated in great surprise, "What did you say?"
"The British don't lie to the British!" the Prime Minister urged again.
This time, Fudge couldn't pretend he couldn't hear.
He stammered and repeated,
"The British...no...don't lie to the British!"
The two stared at each other, staring into each other's eyes.
Fudge regretted even more this time, why he didn't learn the spell of [Inspiriting], and he could see clearly what the Muggle in front of him was thinking.
If the Muggle Prime Minister was really driven crazy by himself, then things would be a big deal.
On the contrary, the Prime Minister himself did not think that this sentence was like a spell that could restrain the wizard in front of him.
It's just that he wanted to comfort himself, he still couldn't let go of the plan he was about to tell...
After a long period of awkward atmosphere.
Knowing that now is not the time to waste time, Fudge hurriedly asked the Prime Minister, "Mr. Prime Minister, how do you want to block the whole of London..."
"It's very easy! Human nature is always greedy for life and afraid of death, especially in this generation...our citizens put themselves first..."
"But before I do that, I would like to ask again... is this contagious curse you speak of really confined to London?" asked the Prime Minister.
"Well, that's right." Fudge nodded.
"Those zombies... are the severe patients in your mouth... Didn't you say that anyone who is bitten or scratched by them... will become another severe symptom in a short period of time, that is, a zombie?"
"So what if such a guy got on a train from London to Manchester, or Oxford...?"
"It won't turn all the people on the train into zombies...spread to the whole of Britain, right?"
The Prime Minister spotted a loophole in Fudge's words, and he pointed it out directly, without any hesitation.
"Well, I'm glad you asked this question...Frank communication questions will always promote our mutual understanding..."
Seeing the Prime Minister's serious inquiry, Fudge believed that he really had a way to block London.
So he replied happily, "Mr. Prime Minister, I have already said it before... Now this infectious curse is still in the first stage."
"It's not an infectious disease. Now the infection of this thing is only limited to London. Even severe patients, that is, the zombie you mentioned... When they run outside London, they will only become ordinary corpses."
"As for the other mild patients, they were originally cursed...Leaving London will naturally be suppressed...showing an inactive state, until the second stage of the entire curse mutation growth...will be reactivated."
The Prime Minister understood a little bit, he nodded and continued to ask, "So, when it comes to the second stage..."
"My dear Prime Minister, when that time comes... it will prove that I, and the British Ministry of Magic, have failed completely."
"The dark lord who can't even mention his name has got his wish. I think if you are still alive by then, you should escape... as far as possible. It is best not to stay in England... At that time, the Ministry of Magic of other countries will try to see if they can stop this devil from ruling the world."
Fudge said with a wry smile.
He felt that the prime minister still looked quite normal, and after a few conversations... he didn't appear to be in a state of confusion.
So Fudge followed the Prime Minister's question and asked again, "Prime Minister, I have already answered your question, now it's up to you to solve my question... How will you get the Muggles to be blocked voluntarily."
The Prime Minister gave a dangerous smile.
He said softly: "Generally, there are only two ways to do things voluntarily...fear and greed."
"What do you mean, I won't cast spells to scare Muggles, not to mention that even if the dementors still exist... I can't do such a thing." Fudge said.
"Dementors?"
"No, you got it wrong." The Prime Minister shook his head, "Fear can be spread, greed can be shaped... and the nature of these two things cannot be exchanged."
"My dear Prime Minister... stop playing riddles like Albus Dumbledore. I've had enough of his mysteries. Sir, you can't do this to me.!" Fudge snapped, displeased.
The Prime Minister saw that Fudge had never been able to understand the traditional and exquisite governing art of the Prime Minister of the British Empire, and he could not understand it as well as his first secretary Bernanke, so he had no choice but to say directly and clearly, "Mr. Fudge, you and your colleagues, as long as you directly show a severely infected patient to the world..."
"Prime Minister, that would cause great chaos in Muggle society, as you know... uncontrollable fear will overwhelm the entire social order." Fudge said in great surprise.
"I know, this is exactly what I long for..."
"What!" Fudge shouted in disbelief.
"Ahem..." The Prime Minister coughed twice, and explained in a panic, "Sir, didn't you say that to me?... You need to blockade the entire London, to reduce the population of London as much as possible, and drive them out of the city..."
"Didn't you tell me that as long as people leave the city, they won't be infected by this curse?"
"Under fear, people will definitely push everything on me. When I issue an order to block the city of London, although some people will disagree, but most of the time... other people in our government departments will definitely be happy to make me take this responsibility."
"After all, if the matter is really in front of you, no one will be stupid enough to want to kill themselves..."
"Isn't all of this what you, you wizards, want?"
asked the prime minister.
"But, but...but this is too unfair to you." Fudge thought...it is indeed the case.
However, he still couldn't believe that a Muggle politician would sacrifice his rights and reputation so noblely to make such a move.
It's almost like panning for gold in (si).
Seeing that Fudge's expression was as he expected... He was very touched, and the Prime Minister immediately showed an expression of 'doing his part'.
"I know, but now it's time for people like us to make sacrifices. These are the so-called rights and obligations... This is the responsibility of a politician... Don't you think so? Mr. Fudge, I think you also have a deep understanding..."
The Prime Minister immediately followed Fudge's emotions, showing his senior acting skills honed in his ten-year career as a politician.
In an unassuming way of saying it, flattering the other party and elevating himself by the way.
"That's right, that's right... There are many people who just can't understand us. They always think that people like us are greedy for power... They like the kind of saint who has no flaws in Dumbledore, but that kind of guy just hides in the school and loves his feathers. He always speaks beautiful words but can't do anything."
"I don't even think about it, the peace of the world, the peace and contentment of wizards and Muggles for more than ten years... Isn't it because of me... Isn't it because of our hard work?"
Fudge nodded thoughtfully.
"Prime Minister, what are you going to do?"
The prime minister straightened up and looked at the article on his left...the report on new infectious diseases,
He handed it to Fudge.
Fudge didn't understand, and he took it into his hand in a daze before he realized it.
"Sir, I don't understand your Muggle stuff..."
"No, no... This is just a prop. It is used to attract the attention of journalists in our world... Can you put this thing in the hands of a reporter..."
"For example, let him discover this report while waiting for the bus... Afterwards, when he is not paying attention, disappear it, so that he can't find this report as evidence..."
"Can it be done?" asked the Prime Minister.
"Oh, that's so easy. Our Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division... Arthur Weasley, he didn't know how many of these things were confiscated..."
"The keys that always disappear, they've been cast with the Shrink Charm, and when Muggles use them, they always disappear without a trace... It's easy to do, and I'll let Arthur get one just like that."
"However, you still have this thing?"
Fudge flicked his wand, made an exact copy of the report, and returned the original to the Prime Minister.
He went on to ask,
"But why put it at the bus stop?"
"Uh, habit... This is the habit of our British Empire reporters."
The Prime Minister replied in embarrassment. He couldn't say that it was influenced by spy war dramas and Soviet spy stories...so that every British person, especially those who are engaged in the journalist industry...has a dream of 007 in their hearts. Have you ever thought about this addiction?
The prime minister hastily changed the embarrassing topic and said, "I know the reporters in our country too well. Even if there is no news, they will add to the chaos. If they find some vague clues, it will make them even more carnival... It's like a festival. In addition, the document disappeared... They will definitely suspect that the government is monitoring them, and there is big news behind this thing..."
"These guys...will definitely be relentless, and will definitely be found in the blocked hospital. At that time, you don't have to block the news, just control a zombie like that...let them see it, it's best to be photographed...that would be the best."
"When the news hits the papers, the whole city of London will go mad."
"Your plan to block London... will have a high probability of being run by everyone."
The Prime Minister trayed Fudge with his own plan.
Fudge hesitated, "But how will this be solved in the end? If we solve this curse at that time, how will you explain it to the Muggles?"
"We don't want to expose the wizarding world to Muggles."
"It's simple, push it to the Yankees...At most there will be one unsolved mystery, aliens, freemasons, mysterious biological viruses, mind manipulation...The government of their country always likes to do these unknown things."
"There are too many dogs (si) on them. Once they have a similar smell, people will always find them, and they can't go wrong in all likelihood."
"Even if we don't explain it like this, someone will contact them." The Prime Minister gave such a solution without any effort.
"Even if someone chases after you, as long as we veto it quickly enough, evade it firmly enough, and bow and apologize, this is the panacea for our government to solve all problems..."
"Hey, Mr. Fudge, what are you doing..."
The Prime Minister suddenly saw Fudge take out a small notebook from his pocket, put on his own glasses, as if he was listening to a lecture, lowered his head, took notes sincerely, and studied hard.
"It's nothing, just keep talking..." Fudge smiled awkwardly, but he still didn't take back the notes.
He motioned for the Prime Minister to continue talking.
After the prime minister finished speaking, he usually dealt with those reporters in this way, after meeting the demands of voters and various departments.
Fudge finally put away the notebook with satisfaction, and then began to discuss the details of the previous plan with the Prime Minister.
When everything was ready, Fudge had nothing to do here.
He is quite reluctant now, and doesn't want to leave.
"Well, that's all I have to say, and it's settled then, Prime Minister!
"It's up to you to block London and save Britain and the world," Fudge said, trying to motivate the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister tried unsuccessfully to force a smile, looking very forced.
Finally, Fudge put the bottle of magic wine and the wine glass into his yarmulke again,
Then scooped Floo powder in his pocket, sprinkled it in the hearth, stepped into the surging green fire,
Disappeared.
I was convinced, and even sealed three sheets, and I couldn't write any more.
(End of this chapter)
