Chapter 1133

After the threat is actually felt, a well-functioning government can still respond quickly, and there may be political problems between wizards and ordinary people in the future, but certainly not now.

The large-scale movement of troops immediately attracted media attention, with the Times, the Daily Telegraph, the Guardian, and even The Sun all carrying out large-scale reports, and in connection with the recent gossip in France and Germany, as well as the unrest in Albania some time ago, many people thought that there would be another war.

Some ordinary people with poor brains even listened to the so-called "analysis" in the newspapers, firmly believing that this was the beginning of World War III, and gathered thousands of people to protest in Downing Street, which once caused traffic congestion in the neighborhood.

"Damn it!"

Anthony. Blair slammed the Times on his desk, and he was annoyed by the report.

"How can this be my responsibility! I've just taken office!"

"But my dear friend, you must understand that the people are so unwise and blindly obedient that any newspaper report, no matter how ridiculous and absurd, will always have a large number of people willing to believe it—believe me, I understand your feelings very well at this time. "

A portrait on the wall of the prime minister's office moved, and inside was a somewhat obese man in a black top hat who said: "At that time, I stepped down in part because of the Daily Prophet, because I had supported it so much." "

If there was a wizard here, he would recognize the person in the portrait, it was the previous Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly. Fudge. He is now being rehired by the Ministry of Magic as an intermediary with the Muggle Prime Minister. The current Muggle Prime Minister is informed of any Muggle-related policies and decisions of the Ministry of Magic through Fudge.

"I still can't even understand what's going on!" Blair walked over to the small table, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and then tilted his neck to drink it down.

"Why do you suddenly have a bunch of people who want to use ......?"

He froze, as if he had forgotten the pronunciation of "Yin Corpse".

"—to attack our cities with dead people and monsters that we can't see. "

"You're talking about the Underworld and the Dementors. Fudge in the portrait kindly reminded, "They're not really a big problem, they wouldn't be a threat if it weren't for something else that grabbed our hands." "

"Is it a threat?" Blair sneered, "How do you explain the London incident? Although we did a lot of work afterwards to convince the public that it was nothing more than an accidental leak from a chemical plant, not everyone (CDAD) is a fool! Do you know how much we cost to block the news?"

"Didn't we pay the price for the Ministry of Magic?" Fudge in the portrait was a little dissatisfied, "Do you know how troublesome it is to cleanse the memory of a city's population? We mobilized a total of 480 memory erasers through the International Federation of Wizards, and 320 qualified wizards worked together, and it took a month and a half to get things done. "

"In addition, in order to get these people in place quickly, the people from the Department of Transportation have been maintaining the international flyway network, do you know how many Galleons it will cost to build and maintain these dozens of lines?"

"And that's not even counting the remuneration and bereavement of the personnel! If it weren't for the support of a few large families, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have been able to come up with that much money. "

"But we've killed so many people, caused so much economic damage, and most importantly, it's a serious blow to our government's image!" Blair banged on the table, "What about you? In addition to losing some money, how many people have you died?"

"I'll tell you, Blair, if it weren't for the wizards, the disaster in London would have been much worse that day, you don't know, the Dementors were already preparing to cross the Thames, and if Solim hadn't stopped them, your casualties might have doubled. "

"Solim?" Blair was stunned, "Ah, isn't this Solim you talking about, very young?"

"He's really young, he hasn't graduated from Hogwarts yet. Fudge in the portrait was also stunned for a moment, and then he realized, "Have you seen him?"

"Well, if you say that Solim's surname is Selwyn, I did meet him, in Buckingham Palace. "

"Hey, wait a minute. With that, Fudge vanished from the portrait.

After a while, Fudge was back in the frame.

"He'll be over right now, you get ready. "

When Blair heard this, he took a stealthy look at the fireplace. He knew he would never forget what he had experienced some time ago: a man with a green flame came out of the fireplace in his office, took out a small wooden stick and fiddled with it, and lowered the curtains of the entire room as if by magic.

Fudge's movements were quick, and just as Blair had just straightened his bow tie, there was movement in the fireplace. With the sudden flames, a chubby man emerged from the flames.

Fudge was still the same, with a natural, kind and kind face that could easily be classified as a "good guy", but at this time he was tired and wrinkled a lot more than before, and it was obvious that he hadn't rested much lately.

"Good afternoon, Anthony. Fudge took off his politeness and greeted the prime minister.

"I rushed over as soon as I got the news...... So, you've reached an agreement with them?" (Read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

The Prime Minister was a little strange at this time.

"You and ...... Isn't it a department?"

Fudge pondered for a moment, then explained, "No, we're not. I can only represent the Ministry of Magic, and only the British Ministry of Magic, I can't represent the International Federation of Wizards, I can't represent other wizards, and I can't represent them as you call them. "

"Then ......" Blair was a little dumbfounded, they weren't talking to the official body of the wizard before?

"We're a little different from you...... Well, there are some differences on governance issues. Fudge explained, "They don't belong to the Ministry of Magic, but they do have some ...... It is an official power. Okay, let's get around the topic. "[]

Fudge clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"So...... Anthony, my friend, have you come to an agreement?" Fudge leaned forward with some hope.

"Yes, we reached an agreement. Her Majesty insisted, although I still had some objections. The prime minister was a little sullen, "We will send the army, mobilize the police and private security companies to protect people's lives and property......

Then the Prime Minister gritted his teeth and uttered a sentence:

—under your guidance. "

Fudge didn't care about the Prime Minister's attitude, and after hearing the result he wanted, he nodded with satisfaction, and the smile was back on his face.

"That's really good news. "

"Good news?" the prime minister shuddered as if he had been stepped on, "Now those damn media should report indiscriminately again! My approval rating will definitely plummet!"

"Anthony, my friend," Fudge said, putting his hat back on and walking slowly toward the fireplace, "if I were you, I wouldn't care about the ballot now, but turn my attention to something more important." "

Fudge left his last words before stepping into the flames:

"You know, the International Wizarding Secrecy Act that we value is probably going to be a thing of the past, and instead of worrying about being re-elected, you should think about how you are going to get along with us wizards. "。