Chapter 893 Praise Anthony Weasley!

Downing Street, the Muggle residence.

The Prime Minister, Jim Harker, was breathing deeply nervously, looking hesitantly at a small old oil painting in the corner.

He never thought that he would actually plan to contact those lunatics.

To contact the chubby looking utterly stupid and arrogant Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

But there was no way, an ocean-going call came in the middle of the night, and the president of the country on the other side of the earth personally told Jim about what happened on the British soil and expressed his strong concern.

Jim once complained to his secretary, why did he need to know what happened in his own country, either from TV or newspapers, or from someone on the other side of the planet to tell him?

Is this polite?

However, in such an uncomfortable and aggrieved situation, Jim was keenly aware of the problem, and as a politician, he activated his excellent killer instinct.

——Obviously, this Mr. Tom Stark, President, couldn't maintain effective communication with the Magic Congress in their country, so he had to get information from himself, and urged himself to contact the British Ministry of Magic!

"Aha~"

Poor information, this is simply not a wonderful thing.

The corners of Prime Minister Jim Huck's mouth slowly curled up, and he quickly recovered his serious expression. He straightened his collar tie, coughed twice, and said to the oil painting on the wall with a little anxiety.

"To the Minister of Magic, requesting an urgent meeting, please reply immediately."

After finishing speaking, a small frog-like man wearing a long silver wig appeared on the oil painting. He first saluted Jim, and then hurried away towards the place outside the frame.

"This is just crazy!"

Jim glanced at the oil painting with some trepidation, stepped back to the long sash window, and carefully looked to the other side of the imposing office, where there was a beautiful and exquisite marble fireplace.

Those mysterious self-proclaimed wizards would emerge from this fireplace, causing him to subconsciously go around every corner of the fireplace that he once passed.

The Ministry of Magic is different from the Ministry of Communications and the like. They don't obey the Prime Minister's orders, and there are just countless troublesome things.

The prisoner of Azkaban escaped, and a lunatic named 'Sirius' was particularly terrifying.

The return of some terrible mysterious person requires them to be vigilant.

Some Death Eater destroyed a bridge and created a terrible disaster that required the cooperation of Muggles.

Look, look, there's nothing good about it.

Every single thing will affect his vote.

Oh~

From this point of view, it seems that there is no difference between the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Transportation.

Great robe of God...

Prime Minister Jim Harker imitated the tone of those lunatics and cried out in his heart. Seeing the sound of the fireplace, he hurriedly walked to the desk and sat down, straightened his tie again, and adjusted his facial expression as he wished. Relaxed and unflappable.

Suddenly bright green flames burst from the empty grate beneath the marble fireplace.

Jim Harker tried his best to conceal the surprise and panic in his heart, and watched a big fat man appear in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top. A few seconds later, the fat man stepped over the grate, a yellow-green bowler hat in his hand, stood on a fine antique rug, and brushed the ashes off the sleeve of his thin striped cloak.

"You have chosen a not very good time to meet, my lord Prime Minister."

Fudge shrugged in distress, and pointed to the moon outside the window, "As I grow older, it becomes very difficult for me, an old man, to fall asleep. I ate a piece of chocolate and managed to fall asleep, only to be woken up by the news of an urgent meeting .”

Chocolate before bed?

The weirdo!

Jim Harker twitched his cheeks, trying to make himself smile less fakely, "Maybe you can consider drinking some wine, I often do."

The hypocritical courteous process was over, and Jim's face became serious again.

"I have to, Secretary Fudge, something big has happened."

Fudge's face suddenly became serious, and his drowsy eyes became sharp instantly, staring closely at Jim's eyes, "What happened?"

"Well, as you know, there is an untouched primeval forest between the Cairngorm Mountains, Ben Avon Mountain and Lochnagar Mountain. There used to be a huge castle group there."

Fudge looked at Jim suspiciously, blinked, "What?"

"Oh, don't say that, I know you know." Jim Harker tried his best to look like he actually knew some truth, the 'you can't fool me' kind of secret sharing expression that we all know.

"It's the magic school that teaches young wizards. It's called... Hogwarts, right? We saw it in the footage from the satellite, and it just appeared and moved."

To be honest, even though he has been to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft so many times, and even Fudge himself studied at Hogwarts, he really doesn't know where Hogwarts School is.

"Well……"

Fudge tried his best to hide his expression, pretending to be clear, thinking to himself, 'Yes, of course I know, I can't tell me the address of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I need you, a Muggle, to tell me? '.

"etc!"

Fudge looked at Jim suspiciously, "You mean...Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it moved?"

What's the meaning?

earthquake?

And as a magic school that cannot be marked, described, or specified, when can a Muggle give a clear address?

Ha~ how is it possible.

"Oh ho ho ho ho~~" Jim Harker gave a weird laugh, "Hey, don't act like you don't know, now the whole world has probably seen it. A mythical and legendary earth giant carried the Witchcraft school, stepping out of the mountains, walking almost 20 miles (32km) across Aberdeen into the North Sea, oh my god the whole world is going crazy now!"

"!!!"

Not to mention the whole world, Minister Fudge feels like he is going crazy now!

Is Dumbledore crazy? make such a thing?

Oh~

Fudge's expression suddenly became weird. It seemed that if anyone would do such a thing and be able to do it...

Involuntarily, an Anthony Weasley with a bright smile, a bit cute, shy, and nervous appeared in his mind.

"You mean..." Fudge opened his mouth with difficulty, "The whole world knows?"

Prime Minister Jim Harker shrugged and pointed to an open folder on the desktop, which was just sent by a department. "We will make sure it doesn't appear in the news, but I need to know more information , can you reveal a little bit to me?"

Jim had that meaningful smirk of a politician, implying that it was an exchange.

He needs more information in exchange for benefits. Similarly, he also hopes that he can exchange information from this fat wizard for helping to cover up the news.

This is a win-win, no one will refuse.

"Well……"

Fudge looked down at the photos on the table, his dizzy and loose eyelids concealed the shock in his pupils, one, one, and another.

Yes, it is impossible to hide such an exaggerated matter from Muggles anymore.

Damn high-tech, damn satellites, this thing once made their wizards feel very passive, there is no way to explain that this is just a mysterious event like in history.

Anyway, after the giant stopped, the changed protection magic would be repaired again, and everything would be hidden in outrageous and absurd rumors, eventually turning into a strange story that no one believed in in history.

But it seems to be getting harder now.

Fudge finally turned to the last one, a photo that was shocking enough.

This should be the angle of filming on a sea ship, oh, maybe, he doesn't know some Muggle methods very well.

In the depths of the dark and dark North Sea, not far from the not-so-large Azkaban Island, a giant smoking from the sea is slowly solidifying under the erosion of sea water, towering into the clouds, as if it is about to be completely finalized into a giant. Like a humanoid mountain.

On the giant's shoulders, faintly through the clouds, you can see the appearance of the castle complex, accompanied by rolling mountains.

Fudge recognized it, it was the Forbidden Forest!

Back then, in order to establish his prestige in the small group, he specially organized an adventure in the Forbidden Forest that violated school rules, and finally built a strong relationship among many people in the group.

"Can you tell me something, Minister Fudge?" Jim asked softly again.

Fudge pursed his lips, and finally raised his head with a smile on his face. He said indifferently, "This is just a little adjustment for the 'Top 100 Tournament'. It is specially chosen in the middle of the night to hope It doesn't affect the Muggle world, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you."

"Top 100 Tournament?!!" Jim looked at Fudge with bright eyes, "What kind of competition is this, is it located on our British soil? Or is it European?"

Fudge blinked, and realized that he seemed to have slipped his mouth. At this moment, his brain was overclocked with a power disproportionate to his old body, and countless articles about the "Secrecy Act" clearly appeared in his mind Here, everything is listed.

Finally, he stared into Jim's eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"As early as the time of Merlin, King Arthur participated in wizarding events. Such a grand event once became a tradition to express the close cooperation between Sir Merlin and the king. I think, would you like to come to the world of wizards with me to experience This event under the 'globalization' of our wizarding world?"

"Me?" Jim finally couldn't hold back at this time, stood up abruptly, clenched his hands tightly, his eyes lit up, "Can I participate?"

Fudge raised his eyebrows, "Maybe I can have a good talk with the 'Sirs of Merlin' and the 'Department of Mysteries', and ask them to make suggestions to the Ministry of Magic. You can wait for my news."

This is something that was not easy to achieve in the past, but ah, after Lucius Malfoy pretended to be him and made some things, Fudge can finally reverse the mask of Lucius to make some more interesting things Come on, anyway, if things go wrong, everything can be blamed on the bloody Death Eater, can't it?

Just don't be too cool!

As for the benefits of doing this, there are too many considerations, hehe.

"Sounds good!" Jim gasped.

Damn, if that's the case, why would he care about calls from the other side of the ocean? Haha, if he becomes the first Muggle Prime Minister to get involved in wizarding affairs, think about that wonderful scene...

Oh huh~

Oh!

Oh! ! !

That was so heart-pounding and imaginative!

Fudge’s face was full of fox’s cunning, he inspected Prime Minister Jim up and down, raised his eyebrows, “I’m sorry, I have to leave first, I think the matter of this giant will have too much impact, I need to do something What."

"Okay, okay." Jim looked at Fudge now, as if he was looking at his dream lover, his eyes were full of tenderness and sunshine.

"Praise Anthony Weasley!" Fudge muttered, putting on his chartreuse yarmer hat again, throwing some powder into the fireplace, and stepping into the emerald-green flames, disappeared with a whoosh.

Jim stared blankly at his back, imitating his movements, and followed him to the fireplace, imagining that he was being taken into a magical world, and couldn't help muttering, "Praise Anthony Weasley!"

Though he didn't know who the hell Anthony Weasley was?

Who cares?

Praise is all it takes.

Praise Anthony Weasley! ha ha ha ha ha...