Chapter 768
In fact, when Hogwarts is on holiday, Jon is not very leisurely either.
In other words, the more busy he gets during the holidays, he is not only responsible for some preparations for Order of the Phoenix, but also for the laboratory. Grindelwald will be leaving in more than a year, but the laboratory The new round of experimenters has not yet been trained, so he has to take on some things here.
However, fortunately, these things are within his tolerance.
In contrast, another person who was suddenly hit was not so lucky.
...
It was almost midnight. The Prime Minister was sitting in the office by himself, reading a long memo, but his mind was blank and he didn't understand it. What does it mean?
He is waiting for a call from the president of a faraway country.
On the one hand, he wondered if the hapless guy would call, on the other hand, he restrained the many unpleasant memories of this long and tiring week, so he didn’t have much in his mind. Space thinks about something else.
The more he wants to concentrate on reading the text on the paper in front of him, the more clearly he sees the face of one of his political enemies taking pleasure in other people's misfortune.
This political enemy appeared in the news that day, not only one after another listed all the terrifying accidents that occurred last week (as if anyone needs to be reminded), but also a clear and logical analysis Every accident was caused by the negligence of the government.
When the Prime Minister thought of these accusations, his pulse beat faster, because they were unfair and untrue.
How could his government prevent that bridge from collapsing?
Someone even suggested that the government is not investing enough in bridge construction. This is really intolerable.
The bridge was built less than ten years ago, and the best experts could not explain how it suddenly broke neat and tidy in two, and dozens of cars plunged into the deep river below. .
In addition, someone even suggested that the police force was insufficient, which led to the two vicious murder cases. They also said that the government should foresee the huge damage to people’s lives and property in the west. The weird hurricane of loss.
Also, one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Jolay, behaved strangely this week, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his family. Is this also his fault?
"There is panic throughout the country."
The opposition finally concluded this way, almost making no secret of the triumphant smile on his face.
Unfortunately, this is indeed the case.
The Prime Minister himself felt that people did appear to be more apprehensive than usual. Even the weather was not satisfactory. It was still in mid-July, and it was already filled with cold mist... This is very wrong, very wrong. Normal...
He turned to the second page of the memo and found that the content at the back was still very long. Knowing that it was impossible to read it, he simply gave up.
He stretched his arms over his head and gazed at his office gloomily.
This is a very stylish room. The beautiful marble fireplace faces the long sash windows. The windows are closed tightly to block the out-of-season cold fog.
The Prime Minister shivered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the thin mist clinging to the windowpane outside.
As he was standing there with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.
He froze, and in the black windowpane in front of him was his own horrified face.
He was familiar with this coughing sound, he had heard it before, and then he slowly turned around and faced the empty room.
"Hello?" He said, trying to make his voice sound brave.
At that moment, he knew that it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would agree to him.
However, there was a voice who answered immediately. This voice was crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech.
When the prime minister heard the first cough, he knew that it came from the little man with a long silver wig who looked like a frog. He was a dirty picture in the corner of the room. Of figures on small oil paintings.
"To Prime Minister muggle.
Request an urgent meeting, please reply immediately.
Faithful, Fudge."
In the oil painting The man looked at the prime minister questioningly.
"Well," said the prime minister, "listen...this time is not suitable for me...I'm waiting for a call...it’s from a president--"
" That can be rearranged." The portrait said without hesitation.
The prime minister's heart sinks, and this is what he is worried about.
"But I do want to talk to him—"
"We will let the president forget about the call, and he will call again tomorrow night." Little man Say, "Please reply to Mr. Fudge immediately."
"I...oh...well," the Prime Minister said helplessly, "OK, I'll see Fudge."
He hurried to the desk, straightening his tie on one side.
He just sat down and adjusted his facial expressions to be as relaxed and calm as he had hoped, when a bright green flame suddenly appeared in the empty grate under the marble fireplace.
The Prime Minister tried his best to conceal his inner surprise and panic, and watched a Big Fatty appear in the middle of the flame, spinning like a spinning top.
A few seconds later, Big Fatty stepped over the grate, holding a yellow-green yar top hat in his hand, stood on a beautiful antique carpet, and dusted his thin strip. The ashes on cloak sleeves.
"Heh... the Prime Minister," Cornelius Fudge said, strode over and stretched out a hand, "I'm glad to meet you again."
The Prime Minister From the bottom of my heart, I didn't want to answer this greeted sentence, so I didn't say anything.
He didn't want to see Fudge at all. Fudge's previous appearances, in addition to being particularly alarming, generally meant that he had to hear some particularly bad news.
Besides, Fudge was obviously worried this time.
He is thinner than before, his face is darker, his head is more bald, and his face looks wrinkled.
The prime minister once saw this look on the faces of politicians, generally speaking, this is not a good sign.
"Can I do something for you?"
The Prime Minister asked, shook Fudge's hand and motioned him to sit on the hardest chair at the table.
"I don't know where to start," Fudge murmured, pulling the chair and sitting down, putting the green bowler hat on his lap. "This week is really choking, really choking. ......"
"Are you having troubles this week?"
The Prime Minister asked sternly, he wanted the other party to understand that he has enough things to worry about. Yes, I don't want to share anything for Fudge.
"Yes, I need to talk about it."
Fudge rubbed his eyes tiredly as he said, and looked at the Prime Minister sadly: "I’ve had the same experience as you this week, Prime Minister. .
Brockdale Bridge...the murders of Bones and Vance...not to mention the turmoil in the west..."