Chapter 671: Alternative Minister

It was almost midnight, and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo, but his mind was blank and he had no idea what it meant.

He was waiting for a call from the President of a distant country.

On the one hand, he doubted whether the unfortunate guy would call, and on the other hand, he was suppressing many unpleasant memories of these long and tiring days, so there was not much room in his mind to think about other things.

The more he tried to concentrate on reading the words on the paper in front of him, the more clearly he saw the gloating face of his political opponent.

This political opponent appeared in the news, not only listing the suspected nuclear explosion that occurred a few days ago and the subsequent negative news, but also analyzing in detail that the explosion and the subsequent negative news were all caused by the government's negligence.

When the Prime Minister thought of these accusations, his pulse beat faster, because they were very unfair and untrue.

How could his government prevent an explosion that was suspected of a nuclear explosion without any signs? !

After the explosion, his government immediately sent a large number of police to seal off the scene, minimizing the negative impact of the explosion. This was the limit of what he could do.

But what? That damned political opponent attributed the inquiries and pressure from other countries to his government's inaction!

"The whole country is in a panic."

The opposition concluded at the end of the news, and he hardly concealed the smug smile on his face.

Unfortunately, this is indeed the case. Now the whole country of Britain is in a panic.

The Prime Minister himself also felt that people did seem more panicked than usual.

The Prime Minister stood up and looked at his office depressedly.

This is a very grand room, with a beautiful marble fireplace facing a long sash window. The Prime Minister walked to the closed window and looked at the gloomy weather outside the window.

Just as the Prime Minister stood there with his back to the room, he heard a slight cough behind him.

The Prime Minister froze, his own terrified face reflected in the dark window glass in front of him.

He was familiar with the cough!

He had heard it before!

He turned slowly and faced the empty room.

The Prime Minister tried to make his voice sound braver: "Hello?"

At that moment, he knew it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would answer him.

However, a voice immediately answered, and the voice was crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech.

When the Prime Minister heard the first cough, he knew that the voice came from the little man with a long silver wig and a frog-like appearance. He was the character in a dirty little oil painting in the corner of the room at the other end.

"To the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. Requesting an urgent meeting. Please answer immediately, loyal old Barty Crouch."

The man in the painting looked at the Prime Minister with an inquiring look.

The Prime Minister seemed very conflicted. He had known about the existence of the magic world as early as the day he became Prime Minister, and the Minister of Magic he met at that time was still named Cornelius Fudge.

From the words of the man in the painting, he immediately understood with his keen political sense that the government of the magic world had also replaced its leader, and the new British Minister of Magic might be the old Barty Crouch mentioned by the man in the painting.

With the fear of facing the unknown, the Prime Minister tried to shirk the meeting: "Well... Listen... This time is not suitable for me... I'm waiting for a call... It's from the president..."

The man in the painting immediately said: "Mr. Prime Minister, Minister Crouch requested an urgent meeting to resolve the Wiltshire explosion. If Mr. Prime Minister hopes to resolve this trouble as soon as possible, please arrange a meeting as soon as possible."

Malfoy Manor is located in Wiltshire, so this explosion, which is called a suspected nuclear explosion in the Muggle world, is also named "Wiltshire Explosion" by Muggles.

After hearing the words of the man in the painting, the Prime Minister was very moved. Wasn't it because of this fucking bombing that he was so tired these days? !

However, the Prime Minister's "waiting for a call from a president" was not just an excuse, but a real thing, which made the Prime Minister entangled again.

However, the man in the painting seemed to be aware of the Prime Minister's concerns. He said: "Mr. Prime Minister, if you are willing to accept this emergency meeting, we will make the President forget about the call. He will call again tomorrow night."

Hearing the words of the man in the painting, the Prime Minister finally nodded and said: "Okay, then meet your Minister Crouch."

After that, the Prime Minister hurried to the desk and straightened his tie.

The Prime Minister sat down behind the desk, as usual when attending political meetings, adjusting his facial expression to be as relaxed and calm as he hoped.

Then, he saw a bright green flame suddenly emerge from the empty grate under the marble fireplace.

The Prime Minister tried his best to hide his inner surprise and panic, and watched a tall and thin middle-aged man appear in the middle of the flames, spinning like a gyroscope.

"Hello, Prime Minister, this is our first meeting. Let me introduce myself. I am Barty Crouch, the old man, and the current Minister of the British Ministry of Magic."

Barty walked towards the Prime Minister in a businesslike manner, stretched out a hand to the Prime Minister, and said politely.

The Prime Minister was a little flattered and shook old Barty's hand. He said, "Hello, Mr. Crouch. To be honest, Mr. Crouch, you surprised me a little. You are much more polite than that guy called Fudge!"

Old Barty smiled and said, "Fudge is arrogant but has no capital to be arrogant, but I am different, Mr. Prime Minister. I respect everything in your world, and I respect you too."

After a round of greetings, the Prime Minister carefully got to the point: "Mr. Crouch, I heard that you came here for the Wiltshire explosion?"

Old Barty said seriously. He nodded and said, "Yes, I have to tell you with regret that this explosion came from the magic world, and the land that was destroyed was also exposed from the magic world, so you can see it."

The Prime Minister widened his eyes and asked, "Mr. Crouch, do you mean that this explosion was caused by wizards?"

Old Barty said softly, "Rather than saying it was caused by wizards, it is better to say that it is a combination of magic and technology, Mr. Prime Minister. The prototype of the weapon that created the explosion was the shell of the red cannon that you eliminated a hundred years ago." (End of this chapter)