Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1178: Scrimgeour

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"Who is this Dumbledore again?" the Prime Minister asked. He frequently heard the name of Fudge ahead of Dumbledore.

"Albus · Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's headmaster, is recognized as the greatest contemporary wizard(s), First Class Order of Merlin winner, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot." Fudge said in one breath, "At the same time, he is also the only wizard(s) that he who must not be named is afraid of. He knows a lot about The secret of you know who is probably like this ... "

"Since this wizard(s) is so great, why not let him beat that monster?"

"This is back to our original topic, you know who seems to be immortal." Fudge said sadly, "Or, it is not so easy to be defeated, even Dumbledore can not do it."

The office fell silent again, and the Prime Minister stopped asking questions.

He could n’t help but think, in the face of an undead scary monster, can they really win in this war?

He feels messy in his head, and he can't get his head clear.

If he can, he really hopes to wake up and find that all this is a dream.

About five minutes later, the man in the portrait broke the silence. He said suddenly in a crisp voice, "To muggles' Prime Minister, request a meeting. The matter is urgent, please reply immediately, Minister for Magic Rufus Scrimgeour."

"Okay, okay, okay." The Prime Minister said distractedly.

As soon as the voice fell, the flames in the grate turned emerald green again, and the second wizard(s) swirled in the middle of the flame.

He turned for a while and walked to the antique carpet.

The Prime Minister looked at the scene without showing fear.

Fudge stood up, and the Prime Minister hesitated a moment, and also stood up.

He watched the newcomer straighten up, the other person brushed off the ashes on the black robe and looked to the left and right.

This person ...

Looking at him, the Prime Minister suddenly had a ridiculous idea, Scrimgeour looked like an old lion.

His dark brown hair and thick eyebrows are intertwined with a ray of gray, and behind the gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp yellow eyes. Although the legs are a bit lame, there is a stride of Shooting Star in the walk. Immediately felt he was a keen, tough guy.

The Prime Minister thinks he understands why in this endangered period, the wizard(s) community wanted Scrimgeour instead of Fudge as their leader.

During the war, such hard-line hawks are needed to lead.

Overall, the first impression of Scrimgeour is still very good, much better than Fudge.

He hopes that the other party can solve the current troubles, at least not to make the situation worse.

"Hello!" said the Prime Minister politely, reaching out to him.

Scrimgeour didn't rush to shake hands with him first, his eyes swept around in the room, as if to confirm whether it was safe here.

He looks skeptical, and there are several mobs with weapons hiding in this room.

Then, Scrimgeour shook the Prime Minister's hand and pulled a wand(s) from robe.

"Fudge told you everything?" He asked and strode to the door, struck the keyhole with wand(s), and the Prime Minister heard the door lock click.

"Well, that's it." The Prime Minister said, "If you don't mind, I hope not to lock the door."

"I don't want to be disturbed." Scrimgeour said impatiently. "Or being watched, you don't seem to understand your current situation. You are dangerous. This office is not safe at all."

He said, and at the same time pointed to the window with wand(s), the curtains were closed.

It can be clearly seen that something that seems to have an angular glass compartment appears on the top of the head, covering them.

Silver white light flashed across the glass cover, and the space returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The Prime Minister looked at it and tried to adapt himself to the current situation, but it was just a magic. He disagreed with Scrimgeour. Except for the Queen, he is the safest place in the entire UK and the world, but he is very Appreciating the measures taken by the other party is obviously a professional.

"I just listened to Fudge ..."

"It seems that Fudge didn't tell you everything well, or that you didn't understand." Scrimgeour interrupted the Prime Minister and said impatiently, "I am a busy person and don't have much time Waste here, let's get to the point. First, we need to discuss your security issues. "

The other party ’s attitude has made the Prime Minister ’s just-up feelings disappear, and these wizard(s)s all seem to be the same.

"Fudge told me just now that there is a lunatic wizard(s) who wants to come and control me, which is obviously absurd." The Prime Minister tried to straighten the waist plate as much as possible. "I am very satisfied with the existing safety measures, thank you very much ... "

"We are dissatisfied." Scrimgeour interrupted him again. "You have no protective measures here. If he is willing, he can come over at any time. If Sir Prime Minister under the Imperius Curse, muggle(s) will suffer, especially at present. In this case. By the way, the new secretary outside your office ... "

"I will never drive away Kingsley · Shacklebolt, if this is your suggestion!" The Prime Minister said excitedly, "He is extremely efficient and does twice the work of others!"

"Obviously, it is because he is a wizard(s)," said Scrimgeour, with no smile on his face, "a well-trained Auror, specially sent to protect you, but according to my latest information, this Not enough. "

"Hello, slow down!" the Prime Minister shouted, "You can't just put your people in my office, who will work for me is up to me ..."

"I think you are satisfied with Shacklebolt?" Scrimgeour said coldly, interrupting him again.

"Yes, I mean, it used to be ..."

"Then there is no problem, is it?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I ... yes, as long as the work of Shacklebolt has been so, um, so good, there should be no problem." The Prime Minister said weakly, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear it at all.

"Also, about Herbert · Chorley, your assistant minister!" he continued, "not long ago, the man who imitated the duck and made the public happy."

"Fudge just told me that he is under control!"

"Yes, a botched Imperius Curse." Scrimgeour said disdainfully, "His brain is confused, but it does not rule out that he will be in danger, so we have taken quarantine measures against him, you need to replace an assistant minister , We will arrange a Auror to come over as soon as possible ... "

"Wait, Herbert may just need more rest and less alcohol ..."

"Do n’t interrupt me, repeat it again. My time is limited and I ca n’t all be delayed here." Scrimgeour said impatiently, interrupting the Prime Minister again impolitely, "Are you sure? Understand the current situation? the Ministry of Magic Auror has a tight manpower. Every elite Auror is very valuable, but we have to send another person over. The purpose of this is to do our best to protect you and ensure your safety. "