Chapter 312 The Muggle Prime Minister

London, Downing Street.

"The smog is getting heavier and heavier. I really don't know what these muggles are doing."

Holding a luxurious cane, Borlux appeared on this historic street under the protection of Aurors and his entourage. It just rained last night, and he happened to fall into a puddle unluckily .

It was dawn at dawn, but the bad air made it hard for people to see the time and the people around them, so that this group of wizards suddenly appeared in the middle of the street wearing clothes from different eras, and a man with a dog was shocked. Passing ladies screamed.

Borlux glanced at her in disgust, waved his hand, and put on a polite expression, and an attendant behind him walked up to the lady, raised his wand and waved it in her face, her pupils dilated, He suddenly muttered "I forgot to bring the dog out", and then led the dog back the same way.

At the same time, another group of wizards with tired expressions appeared on the corner of the street, and they walked towards Borrox and his party under the leadership of a bald and fat wizard.

When he found the visitor, Borroux untied his bow tie slowly, leaned on his cane with both hands, and said lightly when the visitor approached, "Mr. Weasley, good morning, I really want to say hello to you when you first arrive. But you can see it too, I can't see people clearly from three meters away."

"Good morning, Blake, the fog in London is really heavy." A few years later, Dorian Weasley was still working on the front line, and he didn't get an office job, but his job did become more and more The taller he is, he has already taken the position of director of the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic Office. He looked at the back of the lady leading the dog away, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "Just get used to it, see you in London once a year." Less than a few suns."

"It's not fog, it's smog, Dorian, it's a new word I just learned," Borlux said flirtingly, shaking his head. Yes, you know, when I was a boy London wasn't so smoggy, even though it was foggy."

"Really? Haha, I didn't pay attention."

"Did you know? Now wizards also have their own factories, but we are more efficient, and it will not reduce our quality of life," Borlocks blinked, and said, "Let's get down to business, Nobby Rich Woolen cloth?"

"The minister has something to do, and I really can't come," Dorian said with a bitter face, "so I will cooperate with you."

"Well, I said it should be like this a long time ago." Borroux was not angry because of the missed appointment, and even said quite agreeingly, "The Minister of Magic has a lot of work every day, and he is already busy with work. The order to inform the Muggle leader This kind of work, in my opinion, it is already very grand to send a small leader from the Department of International Affairs over here."

"You're right, that's why I'm here." Dorian shrugged.

"What are you talking about, my brother." Borlux laughed and patted Dorian on the back, "You are not a small leader, go, if you don't go, the Muggle Prime Minister should leave."

"Where are you coming from?"

"Number ten." The attendant on the side replied.

After walking a few steps, the two groups of people found a black wooden door with "10" written on it. Borlux stepped forward, followed by his entourage, who hurried to the door and knocked on the lion's head knocker.

"boom--"

The crisp knock on the door echoed in the quiet street in the early morning. Borlux frowned anxiously after waiting for less than three seconds. The attendant immediately raised his wand, and the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which could not be opened from the outside, creaked and slid open. up.

A maid in an apron stood behind the door holding a broom. She was turning her head behind her, as if she was about to tell others that a group of unexpected guests had arrived at the Prime Minister's Palace.

"Please, Mr. Weasley." Borlux asked Dorian to go first as if he was at home. With a "bang", the poor maid fell to the ground stiffly, like a sculpture.

Dorian frowned and motioned for Borlux to go first, "You are the main person."

"Very good." Borroux nodded, and went straight in, leaving muddy footprints on the expensive carpet.

There were some boxes scattered in the mansion, and he walked around frowning, walking towards the largest room in the house - the prime minister's office.

"You said if I gave the Prime Minister an Imperius Curse, wouldn't the problem become easier?" Before entering the door, Borlux turned his head and said seriously to Dorian. Seeing the surprised look on Dorian's face, he was satisfied. Nodded, "Just kidding."

After finishing speaking, he raised his cane and knocked lightly on the door. Without waiting for a response from inside, he opened the door and walked in.

Dorian and a group of Aurors were left standing outside the door with nervous faces.

"Just put the cigars on the table."

A bald, fat old man was sitting behind the desk. Although his hair was short, each strand was combed back carefully. The Prime Minister's face was full of anger and worry at the same time, showing extremely rich expressions.

"I don't know if you can get used to this kind of cigars," Borroux smiled, took out a box of cigars from his pocket, placed them in front of the desk, took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack at the door, "Good morning, Mr. Prime Minister."

"Who are you?" The Prime Minister frowned and looked at the man in the ancient clothes in front of him, stretched his hand off the desk, and leaned on the chair guardedly, "Are there still royalists?"

"No no, Mr. Prime Minister, I'm not a royalist. You don't have to press that button. I can protect your safety." Borroux raised his cane and waved it lightly, and the cover of the cigar box was answered After cutting it open, the lit cigar dangled and flew in front of the Prime Minister, "We had an appointment before, and I am the person sent by Mr. Nobby Rich."

"Wizard?" the Prime Minister said with difficulty to force the word out of his mouth, "Sorry, you don't seem to have an appointment, and I have a very busy schedule today."

Borlux raised his head and looked at a portrait in the corner.

As the prime minister watched, the figure raised his hand, scratched his nose, and disappeared.

"It's okay, I can make an appointment on the spot," Borroux said with a smile, and he pulled a chair to the desk and sat on it. "And, your schedule for today is already very generous."

The prime minister was already looking at the painting. After a few seconds, he rubbed his eyes, took the cigar that had been floating in front of his eyes, and said, "What's the matter?"

"There are some trivial matters that need to be communicated with you." Borlux took out a folded handkerchief from his pocket, spread it out on the table, pulled out a thick stack of parchment from below, and put it on the Prime Minister's handkerchief. In front of him, he also put a gift box on the parchment, "I heard that you won the war, and the ministry is busy with work, so I haven't had time to congratulate you."

"That has nothing to do with me." The prime minister shook his head, put the gift box aside, and read the contents on the parchment.

"I just noticed that your mansion is full of boxes. Has the situation not stabilized yet?" Borlux asked with concern, without the slightest aura of wanting to kill all the Muggles in front of Dorian. "If you need help with anything, you can talk to us."

"No, this is just a private matter, just your minister... I remember that his name was Nobby Rich before," the Prime Minister thought for a moment, and explained, "Maybe he will need to send someone to contact the new Prime Minister after a while gone."

"Are you going to change?" Borroux asked curiously, "You just led them to a victory, and you were replaced?"

"..."

The Prime Minister shrugged noncommittally.

"It's really incomprehensible," Borroux showed a sad expression, "It's a pity that I can't participate in the election, otherwise I will definitely vote for you, but no matter how sad you are, you have to work, right? I'm here to tell you a sad news , Just yesterday, in your country, a group of muggles planned the largest attack ever against wizards. Unfortunately, wizards all over the world almost saw the whole process of the attack, so... ..."

The Prime Minister froze on his seat, a little confused, and Borroux only spoke half of what he had said, and the room fell into a tense silence. After only half a minute, the Prime Minister realized what had happened, and his face instantly became ugly. .

And Borroux also said the second half of his sentence.

"...There may be foreign wizards coming in and out frequently recently, I hope you and your government can warn and prepare for what may happen."

The Prime Minister still did not speak. He lowered his head and mechanically flipped through the parchment in front of him. The wall clock behind him made a "tick-tick-tick" sound, which was extremely harsh in the quiet office.

After a while, he raised his head, pointed to a document in front of him, and said blankly, "The date of this application is June 4th, why did I just see it now, I noticed that your competition ..."

"It's the Triwizard Tournament, Mr. Prime Minister, it ended yesterday." Borlux followed his words, "In fact, that attack happened at the final scene of the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts All of our students were involved in this horrific accident."

The prime minister nodded thoughtfully, and didn't ask what Hogwarts was. He continued to flip through the documents in front of him. Time passed by, and Borlux waited patiently with a smile on his face.

"Shouldn't they go to America?" said the Prime Minister suddenly.

"Under normal circumstances, yes." Borroux nodded, "But yesterday at five o'clock in the afternoon, the Magic Congress of the United States closed the interface of the Floo network, which is currently the most commonly used mode of transportation for wizards to travel long distances. They announced that This is a routine overhaul, but I think you understand what it is."

The Prime Minister was smoking the cigar in his mouth fiercely, the light of the cigarette butt flickered on and off, and the accumulated long cigarette butt fell on the table as he opened his mouth again, igniting a corner of the parchment paper, he pressed the spark with his hand, and his face He asked blankly, "So what does the wizard want us to do?"

"I don't know, Mr. Prime Minister, I just came to inform you of such a thing." Borlux said with concern, "Just now, a demonstration against the "Secrecy Act" broke out in London's Diagon Alley. These may not be good news for you, by the way, you know what the secrecy law is, right?"

"I know." The Prime Minister gritted his teeth and said, "But these things should have nothing to do with us. The wizard's affairs should be resolved by the wizard himself. It's not that the British Empire sent people to blitz your school!"

"Well, this is a bit difficult." Borroux scratched his head and looked at the portrait in the corner. The characters in it came back again at some point, "Sir, can you help me ask Minister Rich what we can do to help the British Mayor?" Is it melon?"

The portrait bowed and then disappeared.

Just when the prime minister thought he was about to enter a long and quiet wait, Borroux suddenly said, "Aren't you curious what the gift I gave you?"

The Prime Minister raised his head and met Borroux's expectant eyes. He narrowed his eyes and opened the gift box. Inside were two round metal balls.

"One for your mouth and one for your ears," Borroux raised his cane, and two metal balls flew into the Prime Minister's pocket, and the gift box was closed again, returning to its original state, "Sir, actually I personally have some ideas that can help you, after all, no one wants to have a country that has just emerged from disaster and is devastated by a group of foreigners.

"I can not understand what you say."

...

"Your father is going to see the Muggle Prime Minister?"

Tom's childhood dream was suddenly awakened, and he finally broke free from the sit-ups and sat up, "I haven't been to the Prime Minister's Palace yet."

"What's there to do in that place? And it's in London, you can go whenever you want," Alphard asked puzzled, "Speaking of which, my father should have arrived by now, and he might even be talking to Ma Prime Minister Gua is drinking tea."

"They shouldn't be in the mood to drink tea," said Nelson, who was pressed down on the bed after being defeated in the fight with the question mark. Even so, he still didn't forget to interject, "If I were Churchill, at this time, hearing your father Tell him some bad news with the minister, and grab them to make tea."

"Maybe," Alphard yawned. "Have you finished reading your newspaper? Lend me the ones you read."

"I really didn't expect you to be literate," Tom joked. "Give it to me first, Gnar, let me take a look, and I'll go out later."

"Going to see Christian? Bring me something to eat, and help me get the question marks away."

"Meow!"

The question mark took out two more newspapers from nowhere, and slammed them on the faces of Tom and Alphard. The hair on their backs blew up, as if warning them not to meddle in their own business.

"I'd better go early, or it will look like my brother doesn't care about her." Tom put on his shoes, carried the newspaper, and ran fast, completely different from the exhausted look when he just got up.

"I remembered that the water I boiled was still on the stove." Alphard waved the newspaper, before he even had time to put on his shoes.

"Can you stop making excuses from the last century!"

Nelson's only response was an indifferent "bang."