Chapter 269 What a Bad Summer

Prime Minister's Office, 10 Downing Street, Westminster, London.

Prime Minister Mr. Major is looking at the mountains of documents in front of him behind a huge desk.

He felt like he was going crazy.

A fire broke out in a remote village, and hundreds of villagers were burned to death.

Dozens of people died of drug overdose in the East End slums of London. People began to become dissatisfied with the effectiveness of the government's drug ban. Demonstrations took place in many places, and newspapers were full of condemnation.

A fire broke out in the southern forest, and several humanoid remains appeared at the fire scene.

Floating corpses appear frequently on the Thames, resembling the legendary fish-men.

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"This is such a bad summer! Why are all these things happening all at once!"

Mr. Major couldn't help but sigh like this.

The above things are big or small. If they happened one at a time, he would be confident that he could suppress them with his own means. But now they are all crowded together, which has caused his public support rate to plummet. !

Oh, God! He has only been Prime Minister for four years! Is this the limit?

And this is not what makes him collapse the most. The key is that all these things are supernatural events!

The body of a werewolf was found at the scene of the burned village!

The deaths of those poisonous insects in London's East End were also extremely exaggerated, and they must have been caused by wizards!

This is too bad!

If the people knew about the existence of supernatural creatures, the world would be completely ruined.

In fact, Major has already heard about the wizarding world. This unspeakable secret is actually nothing to big shots like them who hold the power of a country.

Since ancient times, Britain's rulers have been associated with this group of people called wizards.

Top figures from both worlds work together to maintain supernatural secrets.

They've been doing a good job, which is evident from the fact that the Wizarding World hasn't been exposed until now.

But recently, things have begun to change.

And soon, the leader of the legendary wizarding country will come to visit him to discuss the ultimate solution to these recent supernatural accidents.

The wall clock on the wall made a crisp sound of chiming on time, and Major, who heard the sound, also cast his sights on the fireplace in the office.

He has done in-depth research on the wizarding world, so he knows that wizards usually come out of the fireplace.

Sure enough, before the wall clock stopped chiming, there was a crackling sound from the fireplace, and a large amount of smoke was also raised.

Immediately afterwards, a bald, fat man wearing a top hat and a cloak walked out of the fireplace.

"Ahem! You should clean your fireplace!"

The fat man coughed and dusted himself off.

A gloating smile appeared on Major's face, and he walked up to the fat man and extended his hand in a friendly manner:

"I'm sorry, it was my inconsideration. I am John Major, the rotten prime minister."

"Hello, I'm Connery Fudge, Minister of Magic of the Corrupt Kingdom." Fudge shook Major's hand perfunctorily, then took out his wand and gave himself a clean one, "Phew! I feel much better now. ”

"Haha, Mr. Fudge, sit down quickly, I have prepared the best black tea here."

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Major." Fudge took off his hat and clasped it on his chest and said, "You must already know something about what happened this summer. The werewolf village was destroyed, the fish in the Thames River People were massacred, and vampires hiding in remote suburbs were also hunted.

These things are serious, but we have gotten to the bottom of it. This is not a new terrorist attack, but a spontaneous hunting competition held by a group of Hogwarts students. The prey is those evil dark magical creatures.

Don't worry, they have all been punished. "

Major was silent. He needed to digest what Fudge said for a while.

After a while, Major asked: "So, weren't you wizards responsible for what happened in the slums of East London?"

"Of course not. We have already investigated it. It should be done by some kind of dark magical creature. We will follow up and investigate."

"Okay, then may I know how the students who participated in the hunting competition were punished?"

"Oh, you are talking about them." A look of indignation appeared on Fudge's face, "These are really a bunch of ignorant children! They will cause trouble for adults! Don't worry, the one who massacred the fishman tribe has been expelled from Hogwarts. In addition, we also broke his wand, and he will not be able to use magic in the future. As for the others, because those dark magic creatures attacked them first, and the consequences were not serious, we gave They give a warning, and then when they start school, they are put in confinement for half a semester.”

Major's fists clenched unconsciously. It was obvious that he was not satisfied with the result, but he didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

"Then let's talk about what your Muggle government has to do." Fudge felt a little hot and began to fan himself with his hat. "You must find all the Muggle witnesses. People from the Auror office will come over later. Release the Forgetting Curse on them one by one. This matter must end here. If it continues, if we can't hold it, then you and I will know the consequences."

Fudge's words had some commanding meaning, which made Major uncomfortable. What made him even more angry was the word 'Muggle' used to refer to them.

That’s right, ‘Muggle’.

Major didn't know what the word meant.

But judging from Fudge's expression when he said this, it was probably not a good word. At the very least, it had a certain degree of racial discrimination, just like the word 'nigger'.

This made Major a little incomprehensible. He knew that wizards were always so arrogant.

But where does the arrogance of these wizards come from?

According to the information collected by successive prime ministers, the ruler of this world for a long time in the past was indeed a wizard.

They control the most powerful power on the planet, magic!

Not only those extraordinary creatures, but also ordinary humans who looked exactly like them were just existences that could be wiped out at will in their eyes.

‘You are just a group of low-level creatures, and you can continue to live solely because of my kindness. ’

This is how purebloods treat ordinary humans.

But what they don't know is that since the birth of the steam engine, the 'Muggles' they call have mastered power comparable to magic!

That's science!

So what if you know magic?

Can you dodge a sniper rifle? Can you survive missiles and nuclear weapons?

Today, the situation of wizarding society and Muggle society is the same as other countries on the earth, relying on nuclear deterrence to form a temporary peace.

The only difference is that the wizards' nuclear bombs are alive and walking.

If there were not those top wizards in the wizarding world whose destructive power is comparable to nuclear weapons, the entire extraordinary world would have been conquered by 'Muggles' like them.

In Major's view, wizards and Muggles should be equal at present.

And this state is only temporary. Science progresses much faster than magic. He firmly believes that more powerful weapons will appear in the near future, and by that time, wizards will be pulled off the altar.

Thinking of this, Major felt much better, his clenched fists loosened, and a formulaic smile bloomed on his face again.

‘Just pretend to be fools. I hope you can remain so arrogant forever until the day comes when we surpass you! ’

While Major comforted himself, he said: "Leave it to me, Mr. Minister."

Fudge was obviously very satisfied with Major's attitude, and a smile broke out on his face.

"Please, this is such a bad summer." Fudge patted Major on the shoulder and sighed, "There have been too many troubles recently. No, I just received another news. Not long ago, one A very important prisoner suddenly died in Azkaban, so..."

"I understand. Just walk slowly. I will take care of what you asked me to do."

Fudge gave Major a teachable look, then put on his hat again, and got back into the fireplace under Major's gaze.

Then, there was another burst of dust and a crackling explosion, and Fudge disappeared.

Major's slightly bowed body straightened up again, and the formulaic smile on his face was replaced by a gloomy expression that seemed to drip out of water.

Suddenly, the space in the corner of the office began to ripple like water, and as the ripples in the air became larger and larger, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo slowly appeared.

"Pure-blood nobles are still so arrogant," the middle-aged man said.

Major glanced at the middle-aged man, put his hands behind his back, and snorted:

"He's just a country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world! It's nothing to worry about!"

…

At the same time, in the villa in Godric's Hollow, Mike was looking at a letter in his hand with a gloomy expression.

The letter was from Blake, and it had only one message to convey.

That was Peter Pettigrew, who died in Azkaban.

And because the wizard guards in Azkaban are so lazy, they only check the cells every ten days and a half. So when the guards found Peter's body, it was already highly decomposed.

Blake expressed his anger in the letter.

He believed that he had suffered in Azkaban for more than ten years in vain, and Peter should have stayed for ten years before dying.

And Peter should have died under the kiss of a dementor in the end, instead of dying of illness silently!

Mike was even more angry than the others.

In the original book, the guy who brought Voldemort back to England and resurrected him was Peter Pettigrew. Mike originally thought that he would be able to rest easy by locking Peter in Azkaban, but he didn't expect that this guy would die like this!

If you really die, forget it!

But Mike always felt that there was something fishy here!

Reason told Mike that Peter was really dead, but there was always a sense of uneasiness surrounding Mike's heart that lingered.

And the group of students he let out.

I have to say that they are really new born calves who are not afraid of tigers and do not take the Ministry of Magic seriously at all.

Among the twelve people, Benjamin was the only one who did a good job in finishing the work. Even if he caused such a big disturbance in the East End of London and killed so many people, the Ministry of Magic did not find them.

As for the rest of the people, except for those who had no intention of participating in this game in the first place, those who went out alone were simply stupid.

Several of them even asked Mike to personally go to the Ministry of Magic to wipe their butts!

For this reason, Mike was hit hard by Fudge, causing him to bleed violently!

So Xingfuji was quite reliable in his work. After Mike very wisely sponsored 100,000 gold galleons for the upcoming Quidditch World Cup in the UK, he directly released the members of the mutual aid association who were temporarily detained in the Ministry of Magic, and , except for the guy who mistook the fish-men who had an alliance with the wizard and massacred them as black magic creatures, the rest basically only received some painless punishments.

As for the guy who almost wiped out the Thames fishmen, Mike did not give up on him. Instead, he took him in directly after he was expelled. Not only did he make him an umbrella similar to Hagrid's (the new wand was hidden inside ) and gave him a new job: as a security guard.

This security guard is not the kind of security guards like Arthur and others who basically just get paid and do no work, but a serious security guard who specializes in guarding the door.

Mike's original intention was to use this job to humiliate him so that he would remember the lesson and not do it again in the future.

After all, this guy can kill so many murlocs by himself, so he must have some strength.

But what Mike didn't expect was that this guy turned out to be a fool!

He actually felt that a job where he could get paid without having to go to school every day to guard the door was very suitable for him, and he even planned to work in Mike's factory for a long time!

This makes Mike hate that iron cannot become steel!

When he thought of this guy, Mike felt a little pain in his liver. The letter in his hand was crumpled into a ball by Mike and thrown into the trash can.

"What a bad summer."

Mike sighed and collapsed on the sofa with a tactic.

"What did you say, dear?"

Penelo's voice came from the cloakroom, and Mike quickly put on a smile after hearing the words.

"Nothing, I just want to remind you that we may not have much time."

"Really? But I haven't decided yet what to wear to the game." Penello walked out with a frown on her face. She was wearing a strapless evening dress with a bunch of strings around her neck. The sapphire necklace was shining. "Do you think it would be too formal if I wear an evening dress? This is just a ball game after all. Otherwise, I'd better change into something more casual."

After saying that, Penello turned around and walked towards the cloakroom again.

Seeing this, he hurriedly shouted:

"It's okay, dear. I think you look good in an evening dress, and it goes well with my suit. Besides, we are going to meet a lot of big shots today, so it's always good to dress more formally."

Damn it, Penello had already been picking out clothes all afternoon, and Mike didn't want to wait any longer.

Penello thought for a moment, then looked at the sky outside, then relaxed his frown and said:

"Oh well."

Mike was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly stood up, made an invitation gesture and said:

"Then please, fair lady."

Penello smiled and took Mike's arm, and then the two of them boarded the Thestral carriage parked at the door.