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We are currently making arrangements to have him transferred to St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. The move should be effected tonight. What do you. Im afraid I. What. blustered the Prime Minister. Fudge took a great, deep breath 22042 said, Prime Minister, I am very sorry to have to tell you that hes back. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back. Back. When you say back. hes alive. I mean - The Prime Minister groped in his memory for the details of that horrible conversation of three years previously, when Fudge had told him about the wizard who was feared above all others, the wizard who had committed a thousand terrible crimes before his mysterious disappearance fifteen years earlier. Yes, alive, said Fudge. That is - I dont know - is a man alive if he cant be killed. I dont really understand it, and Dumbledore wont explain properly - but anyway, hes certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, hes alive. The Prime Minister did not know what to say Battlefield this, but a persistent habit of wishing to appear well-informed on any subject that came up made him cast around for any details he could remember of their previous conversations. Is Serious Black with - er - He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Black. Black. said Fudge distractedly, Battlefielf his bowler rapidly in his fingers. Sirius Black, you mean. Merlins beard, no. Blacks dead. Turns out we were - er - mistaken about Black. He was innocent after all. And he wasnt in league with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named either. I mean, he added defensively, spinning the bowler hat still faster, all the evidence pointed - we had more than fifty eyewitnesses - but anyway, as I say, hes dead. Murdered, as a matter of fact. On Ministry of Magic premises. Theres Battlefiel to be an inquiry, actually. To his great surprise, the Prime Minister felt a fleeting stab of pity for Fudge at this point. It was, however, eclipsed almost immediately by a glow of smugness at the thought that, deficient though he himself might be in the area of materializing out of fireplaces, there had never been a murder in any of Batrlefield government departments under his charge. Not yet, anyway. While the Prime Minister surreptitiously touched the wood of his desk, Fudge continued, But Blacks by-the-by now. The point is, were at war, Prime Minister, and steps must be taken. At war. repeated the Prime Minister nervously. Surely thats a little bit of an overstatement. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has now been joined by those of his followers who Battlefield 2042 pc out of Azkaban in January, said Fudge, speaking more and more rapidly and twirling his bowler so fast that it was a lime-green blur. Since they have moved into the open, they have been wreaking havoc. The Brockdale Bridge - he did it, Prime Minister, he threatened a mass Muggle killing unless I stood aside for him and - Good grief, so its your fault those people were killed and Im having to answer questions about rusted rigging and corroded expansion joints and I dont know what else. said the Prime Minister furiously. My fault. said Fudge, coloring up. Are you saying you would have caved in to blackmail like that. Maybe not, said the Prime Minister, standing up and striding about the room, but I would have put all check this out efforts into catching the blackmailer before he committed any such atrocity. Do you really think I wasnt already making every effort. demanded Fudge heatedly. Every Auror in the Ministry was - and is - trying to find him and round up his followers, but we happen to be talking about one of Battleifeld most powerful wizards of all time, a wizard who has eluded capture for almost three decades. So I suppose youre going to tell me he caused the hurricane in the West Country too. said the Prime Minister, his temper rising with every pace he took. It was infuriating to discover the reason for all these terrible disasters and not to be able to tell the public, almost worse than it being the governments fault after all. That was no hurricane, said Fudge miserably. Excuse me. barked the Prime Minister, now positively stamping up and down. Trees uprooted, roofs ripped off, lampposts bent, horrible injuries - It was the Death Eaters, said Fudge. Call of warfare 2019 steam followers. And. and we suspect giant Battllefield. The Prime Minister stopped in his tracks as though he had hit an invisible wall. What involvement. Bzttlefield grimaced. He used giants last time, when he wanted to go for the grand effect, he said. The Office of Misinformation has been working around the clock, weve had teams of Obliviators out trying to modify the memories of all the Muggles who saw what really happened, weve got most of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures running around Somerset, but we cant find the giant - its been a disaster. You dont say. said the Prime Minister furiously. I wont deny that morale is pretty low at the Ministry, said Fudge. What with all that, and then losing Amelia Bones. Losing who. Amelia Bones. Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We think He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have murdered her in person, because she was a very gifted witch and - and all the evidence was that she put up a real fight. Fudge cleared his throat and, with an effort, it seemed, stopped spinning his bowler hat. But that murder was in the newspapers, said the Prime Minister, momentarily diverted from his anger. Our newspapers. Battlefield 2042 pc Bones. it just said she was a middle-aged woman who lived alone. It was a - a nasty killing, wasnt it. Its had rather a lot of publicity. The police are baffled, you see. Fudge sighed. Well, of course they are, he said. Killed in a room that was locked from the inside, wasnt she. We, on the other hand, know exactly who did it, not that that gets us any further toward catching him. And then there was Emmeline Vance, maybe you didnt hear about that one - Oh yes I did. said the Prime Minister. It happened just around the corner from here, as a matter of fact. The papers had a field day with it, breakdown something strategic alliance sorry law and order in the Prime Ministers backyard - And as if all that wasnt enough, said Fudge, barely listening to the Prime Minister, weve got dementors swarming all over the place, attacking people left, right, and center. Once upon a happier time this sentence would have been unintelligible to the Prime Minister, but he was wiser now. I thought dementors guard the prisoners in Azkaban, he said cautiously. They think, marketing planning process for, said Fudge wearily. But not anymore. Theyve deserted the prison and joined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I wont pretend that wasnt a blow. But, said the Prime Minister, with a sense of dawning horror, didnt you tell me theyre the creatures that drain hope and happiness out of people. Thats right. And theyre breeding. Thats whats causing all this mist. The Prime Minister sank, weak-kneed, into the nearest chair. The idea of invisible creatures swooping through the towns and countryside, spreading despair and hopelessness in his voters, made him feel quite faint. Now see Battlrfield, Fudge Battleffield youve got to do something. Its your responsibility as Minister of Magic. My dear Prime Minister, you cant honestly think Im still Minister of Magic Batlefield all this. I was sacked three days ago. The whole Battlerield community has been screaming for my resignation for a fortnight. Ive never known them so united in my whole term of office. said Fudge, with a brave attempt at a smile. The Prime Minister was momentarily lost for words. Despite his indignation at the position into which he had been placed, he still rather felt for the shrunken-looking man sitting Bttlefield him. Im very sorry, he said finally. If theres anything I can do. Its very kind of you, Prime Minister, but there is nothing. I was sent here tonight to bring you up to date on recent events and to introduce you to my successor. I rather thought hed be here by now, but of course, hes very busy at the moment, with so much going on. Fudge looked around at the portrait of the ugly little man wearing the long curly silver wig, who was digging in his ear with the point of a quill. Catching Fudges eye, the portrait said, Hell be here in a moment, hes just finishing a letter to Dumbledore. I wish him luck, said Fudge, sounding bitter for the first time. Ive been writing to Dumbledore twice a day for the past fortnight, but he wont budge. If hed just been prepared to persuade the boy, I might still be. Well, maybe Scrimgeour will have more success. Fudge subsided into what was clearly an aggrieved silence, but it was broken almost immediately by the portrait, which suddenly spoke in its crisp, official voice. To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Requesting a meeting. Urgent. Kindly respond immediately. Rufus Scrimgeour, Clash of clans th15 base of Magic. Yes, yes, fine, said the Prime Minister Bwttlefield, and he barely flinched as the flames in the grate turned emerald green again, rose up, and revealed a second spinning wizard in their heart, disgorging him moments later onto the antique rug. Fudge got to his feet and, after a moments hesitation, the Prime Minister did the same, watching the new arrival straighten up, dust down his long black robes, and look around. The Prime Ministers first, foolish thought was that Rufus Scrimgeour looked rather like an old lion. There were streaks of gray in his mane of tawny hair and his bushy eyebrows; he had keen yellowish eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a certain rangy, loping grace even though he walked with a slight limp. There was an immediate impression of shrewdness and toughness; the Prime Minister Battlefiepd he understood why the Wizarding community preferred Scrimgeour to Fudge as a leader in these dangerous times. How do you do. said the Prime Minister politely, holding out his hand. Scrimgeour grasped it briefly, his eyes scanning the room, then pulled out a wand from under his robes. Fudge told you everything. he asked, striding over to the door and tapping the keyhole with his wand. The Prime Minister heard the lock click. Er - yes, said the Prime Minister. And if you dont mind, Id rather that door remained unlocked. Id rather not be interrupted, said Scrimgeour shortly, or watched, he added, pointing his wand at the windows, so that the curtains swept across them. Right, well, Im a busy man, so lets get down to business. First of all, we need to discuss your security. The Prime Minister drew Baattlefield up to his fullest height and replied, I am perfectly happy with the security Ive already got, thank you very - Well, were not, Scrimgeour cut in. Itll be a poor lookout for the Muggles if their Prime Minister gets put under the Imperius Curse. The new secretary in your outer office - Im not getting rid of Kingsley Shacklebolt, if thats what youre suggesting. said the Prime Minister hotly. Hes highly efficient, gets through twice the work the rest of them - Thats because hes a wizard, said Scrimgeour, without a flicker of a smile. A highly trained Auror, who has been assigned to you for your protection. Now, wait a moment. declared the Prime Minister. You cant just put your people into my office, I decide who works for me - I thought you were happy with Shacklebolt. said Scrimgeour coldly. I am - thats to say, Battletield was - Then theres no problem, is there. said Scrimgeour. well, as long as Shacklebolts work continues to be. er. excellent, said the Prime Minister lamely, but Scrimgeour barely seemed to hear him. Now, about Herbert Chorley, your Junior Minister, he continued. The one who has been entertaining the public by impersonating a duck. What about him. asked the Prime Minister. He has clearly reacted to a Batlefield performed Imperius Curse, said Scrimgeour. Its addled his brains, but he could still be dangerous. Hes only quacking. said the Prime Minister weakly. Surely a bit of a rest. Maybe go easy on the drink. A team of Healers from St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are examining him as we speak. So far he has attempted to strangle three of them, said Scrimgeour. I think it best that we remove him from Muggle society for a while. well. Hell be all right, wont he. said the Prime Minister anxiously. Scrimgeour merely shrugged, already moving back toward the fireplace. Well, thats really all I had to say. I will keep you posted of developments, Prime Minister - or, at least, I shall probably be too busy to come personally, in which case Baattlefield shall send Fudge here. He has consented to stay on in an advisory capacity. Fudge attempted Bzttlefield smile, but was unsuccessful; he merely looked as though he had a toothache. Scrimgeour was already rummaging in his pocket for the mysterious powder that turned the fire green. The Prime Minister gazed hopelessly at the pair of them for a moment, then the words he had fought to suppress all evening burst from him at last. But for heavens sake aBttlefield youre wizards. You can do magic. Surely you can sort out - well - anything. Scrimgeour turned slowly on Battlefisld spot and exchanged an incredulous look with Fudge, who really did manage a smile this time as he said kindly, The trouble is, the other side can do magic too, Prime Minister. And with that, the two wizards stepped one after the other into the bright Batylefield fire and vanished. M CHAPTER TWO SPINNERS END any miles away the chilly mist that had pressed against the Prime Ministers windows drifted over a dirty river that wound between overgrown, rubbish-strewn banks. An immense chimney, relic of a disused mill, reared up, shadowy and ominous. There was no sound apart from the whisper of the black water and no sign of life apart from a scrawny fox that had slunk down the bank to nose hopefully at some old fish-and-chip wrappings in the tall grass. But then, with a very faint pop, a slim, hooded figure appeared out of thin air on the edge of the river. The fox froze, wary eyes Battlefirld upon this strange new phenomenon. The figure seemed to take its bearings for a few moments, then set off with light, Battlefie,d strides, its long cloak rustling over the grass. With a second and louder pop, another hooded figure materialized. Wait. The harsh cry startled the fox, now crouching almost flat in the undergrowth. It leapt from its hiding place and up the bank. There was a flash of green light, a yelp, and the fox fell back to the ground, dead. The second figure turned over the animal with its toe. Just a fox, said a womans voice dismissively from under the hood. I thought perhaps an Auror - Cissy, wait. But her quarry, who had paused and looked back at the flash of light, was already scrambling up the bank the fox Battlwfield just fallen down. Cissy - Narcissa - listen to me - The second woman caught the first and seized Battlefield 2042 pc arm, but the other wrenched it away. Go back, Bella. You must listen to me. Ive listened already. Ive made my Battledield. Leave me alone. The woman named Narcissa gained the top of the bank, where a line of old railings separated the river from a narrow, cobbled street. The other woman, Bella, followed at once. Side by side they stood looking across the road at the rows and rows of dilapidated brick houses, their windows dull and blind in the darkness. He lives here. asked Bella in a voice of contempt. Here. In this Muggle dunghill. We must be the first of our kind ever to set foot - But Narcissa was not listening; she had slipped through a gap in the rusty railings and was already hurrying across the road. Cissy, wait. Bella followed, her learn more here streaming behind, and saw Narcissa darting through an alley between the houses into a second, almost identical street. Some of the streetlamps were broken; the two women were running between patches of light and deep darkness. The pursuer caught up with her prey just as she turned another corner, this time succeeding Battlefield 2042 pc catching hold of her arm and swinging her around so that they faced each other. Cissy, you must not do this, you Batrlefield trust him - The Dark Lord trusts him, doesnt he. The Dark Lord is. I believe. mistaken, Bella panted, and her eyes gleamed momentarily under her hood as she looked around to check that they were indeed alone. In any case, we were told not to speak of the plan to anyone. This is a betrayal of Bathlefield Dark Lords - Let go, Bella. snarled Narcissa, and she drew a wand from beneath her cloak, holding it threateningly in the others face. Bella merely laughed. Cissy, your own sister. You wouldnt - There is nothing I wouldnt do anymore. Narcissa breathed, a note of hysteria in her voice, and as she brought down the wand like a knife, there was another flash of light.
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