Chapter 821 Night Talk

Mr. Prime Minister sneered, "Don't make it sound like I'm just willing to chat with you."

The little man curled his lips disdainfully, "Just a Muggle."

This is the only thing that sounds unacceptable!

"Well, you're in luck, Muggle." The little man said suddenly, "Minister Scrimgeour has time to see you. He will arrive in your office from the fireplace in one minute. Is that okay now?"

As he spoke, he angrily disappeared from the painting.

Mr. Prime Minister was startled again and had to remind himself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. These wizards like to make themselves mysterious, as if this can scare away ordinary people.

With this in mind, he walked back to his desk, sat down, straightened his tie, and wanted to show his most relaxed and calm look to the other leader.

After a while, a green flame lit up in the fireplace, and a tall man full of oppression walked out. He held a short staff in his hand and was wearing a black robe. He did not wear a hat, and his face was dark brown. Her hair hung down on both sides of her shoulders, looking like a lion's mane.

This man's legs seemed to be a little lame, but when he walked, he had a long stride that disappeared, giving people the impression of being tough and sharp.

"Good evening." The Prime Minister extended his hand.

Scrimgeour shook hands with him, then tapped the door lock with his short staff and pointed to the window.

The Prime Minister easily heard the door lock and the curtains being drawn.

"I'm very busy right now. If anything happens, let's talk straight to the point." Scrimgeour looked at his pocket watch and said, "You have 20 minutes."

Mr. Prime Minister felt a burst of breathlessness, and it came again and again!

This man is much more difficult to deal with than Fudge. If it were Fudge, he might be able to use some of his collection of antiques to trick the former minister into sitting down and chatting about the wizarding world.

But Scrimgeour.

Mr. Prime Minister, absolutely, if the Minister of Magic has the possibility of dying from overwork, this guy will definitely be the first in line.

"Speaking of which, I have to remind you of one thing." Scrimgeour said seriously, "That guy is back. The devil who has plagued the wizarding world for decades is back."

"What?" Mr. Prime Minister looked confused, and then his expression changed drastically. "You mean, you mean that mysterious man?"

Scrimgeour nodded, "Yes, he appeared in Hogwarts and then disappeared. We think he is not dead and may attack us again soon. This time he has an entire country." Mysterious side people as backup.”

Mr. Prime Minister's face changed drastically, "Could it be that you people from the Ministry of Magic have collectively rebelled?"

"Of course not." Scrimgeour denied, "What are you thinking about and why the Ministry of Magic wants to work for that devil who is full of murder and evil."

"But but..." Mr. Prime Minister is about to cry without tears. Didn't you mean that the other party has the backing of an entire country?

Scrimgeour explained, "He won over the local forces in the Neon Country and made those mysterious people listen to them. Originally, the people from the Neon Country Magic Institute were living in the Rotten Country..."

The Prime Minister was startled, "Wait a minute! Why didn't I receive the immigrants..."

"They didn't come through the normal route." Scrimgeour explained impatiently, "We have a Floo network."

"But... a large group of crooked nuts suddenly appeared in the country... You should at least notify me! Otherwise, it will be illegal immigration!" Mr. Prime Minister yelled angrily.

Scrimgeour's expression said Are you kidding me?

"Even if I told you the specific identities and addresses of those people, would you be able to find them in the land of Corruption?" Scrimgeour pointed out this point mercilessly, "If the magical world doesn't have some means of concealment, do you think How did they disappear under the eyes of ordinary people?”

Only then did Mr. Prime Minister realize that instead of letting his subordinates know that crooked nuts had entered the country, it was better not to let them know about it, otherwise they would have to face inquiries from the Neon Embassy every day.

Where are our citizens? !

"Okay, I accept this statement." Mr. Prime Minister said weakly, "But there is one thing you must tell me."

"What?" Scrimgeour looked at the time again, "Last question, we have a very important meeting in three minutes."

The Prime Minister was a little curious, but he suppressed the matter in his heart and said, "This matter is very important. In short, Scotland Yard discovered a fire dragon corpse..."

"What?" Scrimgeour's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Mr. Prime Minister swore that this was definitely the first time in his life that he had seen this old guy showing such an expression.

As if he was shocked by the news, Scrimgeour was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He frowned and then showed a look of surprise, "So, did he break through the magic circle and run out? This is terrible. That’s troublesome.”

As he spoke, he showed a thoughtful expression.

The Prime Minister was aroused by his curiosity, "What's the trouble? How can you cause trouble to us if it's not right!"

As he spoke, he became confident, "Why did the fire dragon you were guarding come to our world? Although it is dead, do you know how much impact this has on the people? Some people are even plagued by nightmares because of it. !”

Scrimgeour looked at him in shock, "Did Fudge never tell you about magical creatures?"

"What?" Mr. Prime Minister tilted his head and looked at him in confusion, "Oh, you mean magical creatures, Fudge said, they are the war weapons you raise, they are very ferocious."

"Raising..." Scrimgeour's expression was a little subtle, "Did he really say that?"

"Big, maybe?" Mr. Prime Minister looked away guiltily, "It seems that he said so."

Scrimgeour looked serious, "If that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it."

He looked at his pocket watch and said to the oil painting on the wall, "First of all, Muggles have very important information to provide me with the latest information about fire dragons. You go and tell them that tonight's meeting will be postponed for half an hour."

The little man bowed to him and ran away in a hurry.

Scrimgeour stared at the frightened Muggle Prime Minister in front of him with his oppressive eyes. He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, let's start with the fire dragon. This kind of creature really exists and exists in reality. , please believe that we definitely did not raise the fire dragons, we just drove them to a place so that most of them would not come out to hunt."

"Hunting?" Mr. Prime Minister was a little confused, "Hunting for what?"

Scrimgeour showed his eerie white teeth and said, "Of course it's a human!"