Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

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Harry Potter and the Raven's Claw Chapter 265 What a Bad Summer

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

Mr. Major, the Prime Minister, was looking at the mountain 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, killing hundreds of villagers.

Dozens of people died of drug overdose in the slums of the East End of London. The people began to be dissatisfied with the effect of the government’s drug prohibition work. Demonstrations and marches appeared in many places, and the newspapers were full of condemnation.

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

Floating corpses frequently appear on the Thames, resembling the legendary murlocs.

...

"What a bad summer! Why are all these things happening together!"

Mr. Major couldn't help making such an exclamation.

The above-mentioned things are big or small. If it happened one by one, he is confident that he can suppress it with his own means, but now they are all crowded together, which has caused his public approval rate to plummet. !

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

And this is not the most frustrating thing for him, the key is that these things are all supernatural events!

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

The deaths of those poisonous insects in the East End of London are also extremely exaggerated, presumably it is also the work of wizards!

This is too bad!

If the people know about the existence of supernatural creatures, then this world will be over.

In fact, Major had heard about the wizarding world for a long time, and this unspeakable secret was actually nothing to big figures like them who held the power of a country.

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

High-ranking figures from both worlds work together to maintain supernatural secrets.

They've been doing a good job, as evidenced by the fact that the wizarding world hasn't been revealed until now.

But recently, things have started to change.

And soon, the leader of the legendary wizarding country will come to visit him to discuss the solutions to these frequent supernatural accidents recently.

The wall clock on the wall made a crisp chime, and Major, who heard the sound, also turned his gaze to the fireplace in the office.

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

Sure enough, before the chime of the wall clock stopped, there was a crackling sound from the fireplace, and at the same time, a lot of smoke and dust were raised.

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

"Ahem! You should clean your fireplace!"

The fat man coughed and patted the dust off his body.

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

"I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully. I'm John Major, Prime Minister of the Corrupt Country."

"Hi, I'm Connery Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the Corrupt Country." Fudge shook Major's hand perfunctorily, then took out his wand and cleaned himself up, "Phew! I'm much more comfortable now gone."

"Hehe, 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 put 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 People were slaughtered, and vampires hiding in remote suburbs were also hunted.

These things are serious, but we've got to the bottom of the matter. This is not a new terrorist attack, but a spontaneous hunting competition held by a group of Hogwarts students. The prey are those evil black magic creatures.

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

Major was silent. It took him a while to digest what Fudge had said.

After a while, Major asked: "Then, aren't you wizards doing what happened in the slums in the East End of London?"

"Of course not. We've investigated it. It should be some kind of dark magic 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 talk about them." Fudge showed an indignant look on his face, "This is really a group of ignorant children! Just cause trouble for adults! Don't worry, the one who slaughtered the murloc tribe has been kicked out of Hogwarts." Except, we also broke his wand, so he can't use magic anymore. And the others, because those black magic creatures attacked them first, and the result was not serious, so we gave They warn, and then when they start school, they will be locked up for half a term."

Major's fist clenched unconsciously, obviously he was not satisfied with the result of the handling, but he didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

"Then let's talk about what your Muggle government is going to do." Fudge felt a little hot, and began to fan the wind with his hat, "You have to find all the Muggle witnesses, and the Auror office will come later, Unleash the Forgetting Curse on them one by one. This matter must stop here, and if we can’t hug each other if it continues, then you and I are very clear about the consequences.”

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

That's right, 'Muggle'.

Major didn't know exactly what the word meant.

But judging from Fudge's expression when he said this sentence, it should not be a good word, at least it has a certain degree of racial discrimination, just like the word 'nigger'.

This made Major somewhat incomprehensible, he knew wizards were always so arrogant.

But what exactly is the arrogance of these wizards?

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

They hold the most powerful force on this planet, magic!

Not only those extraordinary creatures, but even ordinary humans who look exactly like them are just existences that can be wiped out at will in their eyes.

'You are nothing but a group of lowly creatures, and the reason why you can continue to live is entirely because of my kindness. '

This is how those 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 can do magic?

Can you dodge a sniper rifle? Dodge missiles and nukes?

Today's wizarding society and Muggle society are just like other countries on the earth, relying on nuclear deterrence to form a temporary peace.

The only difference is that the nuclear bombs of the wizards are all alive and can walk.

If there were no top wizards in the wizarding world whose destructive power could rival nuclear weapons, the entire extraordinary world would have been conquered by these 'Muggles' long ago.

In Major's view, wizards and Muggles should exist on an equal footing at present.

And this state is only temporary, the progress of science is far faster than magic, he firmly believes that more powerful weapons will appear in the near future, and by that time, wizards will be pulled down from the altar.

Thinking of this, Major felt a lot better, his clenched fists loosened, and at the same time a formulaic smile bloomed on his face again.

‘Just be a coaxing fool, I hope you can continue to be so arrogant forever, until the day when we surpass you! '

While comforting himself in this way, Major said, "Leave it to me, Minister."

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

"Please, this has been a really bad summer." Fudge patted Major on the shoulder and sighed, "There have been too many troubles recently, no, I just received another message, not long ago a A very important prisoner died suddenly in Azkaban, so..."

"I understand, you go slowly, I will take care of what you explained."

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

Then, there was another burst of dust, and at the same time accompanied by crackling explosions, Fudge disappeared.

Major's slightly bowed body straightened again, and the formulaic smile on his face was replaced with a gloomy look that seemed to be dripping water.

Suddenly, the space in the corner of the office began to ripple like the surface of 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.

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

"It's just a country bumpkin who has never seen the world! Nothing to worry about!"

...

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

The letter was from Blake, and there was only one message to be conveyed.

That is Peter Pettigrew, who died in Azkaban.

And because the wizard guards in Azkaban are too lazy, they only check the cell once every ten days and half a month. So when the guards found Peter, the body was already highly decomposed.

Blake expressed his outrage in the letter.

He thought that he had suffered in Azkaban for more than ten years in vain, and that Peter should wait ten years before he could die.

And Peter should have died under the kiss of the dementor in the end, instead of just dying of illness without a sound!

Mike was as angry as any other.

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

If it is really dead, forget it!

But Mike always felt that there was something strange in it!

Reason told Mike Peter that he was really dead, but there was always a sense of uneasiness in Mike's heart that couldn't go away.

And the group of students who let them out.

I have to say that they are really newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, and they don't take the Ministry of Magic seriously.

Among the twelve people, only Benjamin did a good job finishing the work. Even though there was such a big commotion in the East End of London and so many people were killed, the Ministry of Magic did not find them.

As for the rest, except for those who didn't intend to participate in this game in the first place, those guys who went out alone are simply stupid.

Several of them even asked Mike to go to the Ministry of Magic to wipe their asses himself!

For this reason, Mike was also beaten by Fudge, and a wave of blood was ruthless!

So Xingfuji's work is still reliable. After Mike very sensible sponsored the 100,000 gold Galleons of the Quidditch World Cup to be held in the UK, he directly released the members of the Mutual Aid Society who were temporarily imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic, and Except for the guy who mistakenly slaughtered the murlocs who had a covenant with wizards as black magic creatures, the rest basically only received some painless punishments.

As for the guy who almost wiped out the Thames murlocs, Mike did not give up on him, but took him in directly after he was fired, not only made him an umbrella similar to Hagrid (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 guard like Arthur and the others who basically just take money and don't work, but a serious security guard, the kind who specializes in guarding the gate.

Mike's original intention was to humiliate him with this job, so that he could remember the lesson this time and never repeat it again.

After all, this guy must have the strength to kill so many murlocs by himself.

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

He actually thinks that a job that can get paid without going to class and guarding the gate every day is very suitable for him, and he even plans to work in Mike's factory!

This made Mike hate iron for steel!

Thinking of this guy, Mike, made his liver ache. The letter in his hand was crumpled up by Mike, and he threw it into the trash can.

"What a bad summer."

Mike sighed, and fell back on the sofa tactically.

"What did you say honey?"

Penello's voice came from the cloakroom, and Mike quickly put on a smiling face when he heard the words.

"Nothing, I just want to remind you that we may be running out of time."

"Really? But I haven't decided what to wear to watch the game until now." Penello walked out with a sad face. On her body was an off-the-shoulder evening dress with a string around her neck. The sapphire necklace is shining, "Do you think it will be too formal if I wear an evening dress, after all, this is just a ball game. Or, I'd better change into more casual clothes."

After finishing speaking, 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, which matches my suit. Besides, we have to meet a lot of big people today. It's always right to dress formally."

Damn it, Penello has already picked out clothes for the whole afternoon, and Mike doesn't want to wait any longer.

Penello considered for a moment, then looked at the sky outside, his frowning brows relaxed, and said:

"OK then."

Mike was overjoyed when he heard the words, stood up quickly, made an inviting gesture and said:

"Well, please, fair lady."

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

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