Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 503 "The Ministry of Magic Must Have Magic."
June 29, 10 Downing Street, in the Prime Minister's study.

The Prime Minister found it hard to understand why he was still waiting. He was reading a long memorandum in his study, but he couldn't focus on any of the items; his mind was completely blank.

He was waiting for a call or a letter from a minister—some kind of contact—and the minister had actually arranged the meeting three days earlier.

However, the Prime Minister received no message; the minister stood him up.

There have been quite a few strange incidents in Britain in recent months, including a bridge suddenly collapsing and then being repaired overnight, unexplained street protests, and widespread amnesia.

And the fog that blankets the city streets at the start of summer...

His political opponents listed these things one by one, and even incited newspapers to analyze the "big hand of the government" behind each incident, as if this opposition figure was not a member of the government.

He needed an explanation, but he also had to find a way to make his questioning less "targeted" so that the minister wouldn't think he was being blamed.

Suddenly, a cough came from the wall behind his desk.

He turned around quickly and suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten to put on his bulletproof vest after returning to his residence—but what he saw next made him realize that he didn't actually need a bulletproof vest.

The coughing sound came from an oil painting.

Those... "wizards" can't be dealt with by bulletproof vests.

“To the Muggle Prime Minister, a meeting, please reply immediately. Norton,” says the figure in the painting.

"Thank goodness." The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put on his coat hanging on the back of the chair, and straightened his tie to make himself look a little more composed.

As soon as he sat down and composed himself, he saw a bright green flame burning in the empty grate under the fireplace.

A blond man in a black robe emerged from the fireplace—the Prime Minister remembered him; he had seen the newly appointed Secretary Norton just four months earlier, when the man had been enthusiastically recommending an American game to him.

He realized then that although this minister seemed easier to get along with than the previous one, it made no difference to him.

Because he knew nothing, he could only follow the instructions of these wizards.

"Hello, hello." Edward extended his hand warmly to the Prime Minister. "We've met before, remember?"

“Of course I remember…” The Prime Minister shook Edward’s hand. “I thought your timing would be the same as ours, but it seems there’s a three-day difference.”

“Because I’m still thinking about how to get this information to you,” Edward said nonchalantly. “To be honest, I always thought adults were as accepting of wizards as my neighbor was; he’d love to blow every wizard’s head off with a shotgun.”

“Obviously, I don’t have any hunting rifles here.” The Prime Minister tried to make the topic a little less bloody.

Edward's next words sent a chill down his spine.

"Even if you had a shotgun, it wouldn't have made a difference."

Edward waved his hand.
“I’ve tested it for you. The guns will be deflected by the deflection spell, not to mention the armor spell—to put it simply, your bullets are just two words, or even a thought, to a wizard.”

"A single thought?!" The Prime Minister's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

"That's right, some skilled wizards can use silent spells."

Edward's attitude is much more serious now than when he came out of the fire.
"Therefore, it is very necessary to arrange an assistant to protect you. If the Muggle prime minister is controlled by some ill-intentioned wizards, then the people will be in big trouble."

“I can’t replace Kingsley,” the Prime Minister said firmly. “You’ll have to choose from someone else; Kingsley can do the work of three people—”

“This means I should give him a raise,” Edward said with satisfaction. “He’s told me more than once that his salary doesn’t match his workload—yes, he’s a wizard, and it seems you’re quite satisfied with him.”

“Wizard? Wait—you can’t just put people in my office like that—” the Prime Minister shouted.

“You said you wouldn’t trade,” Edward raised his eyebrows. “And you also said Kingsley is very capable.”

“Yes… alright…” The Prime Minister looked like he was holding a grudge.

“The first thing is to remind you not to fire Kingsley,” Edward said. “I’ve always been against using forgetfulness charms on Muggle prime ministers, as it can affect their memory—which should be important for a prime minister, but we’ll do it if necessary, in case things get out of control.” “If you’re so eager to interfere, why are you keeping me prime minister?” the prime minister said angrily when Edward mentioned tampering with his memories.

“Because we have things to manage,” Edward said. “In short, if you’re always safe, then you won’t feel any constraints from the Ministry of Magic.”

"Very good, very good." The Prime Minister seemed to be laughing in exasperation, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"The second thing is about those reports you've seen."

"How did you know the contents of the report I received?" the Prime Minister stood up and questioned.

"Would you like me to show you?"

As Edward spoke, he waved his wand, and sheets of paper made of clouds appeared before the Prime Minister, bearing lines of words he knew all too well—he had read these reports at least five times since they were submitted.

The prime minister slumped back into his chair.

“I think it’s necessary for me to explain to you what has happened recently,” Edward said.

"The bridge collapsed?"

“It was the giants who did it. They joined the dark wizards' ranks—like a gang, you know what a gang is,” Edward said.

"Of course I know what gangsters are—wait, what did you just say was the thing that did it?!"

“Giants,” Edward said. “But the ones who committed the crime have been caught, so it’s not a big problem. We’ve also repaired the bridge. I’m just here to ask for your opinion. If you agree, I can help you alter the memories of the key personnel and let this matter drop.”

"It was just dropped?" the Prime Minister said incredulously. "The whole country knows about it! How could it just be dropped?!"

"As long as a key segment of the population believes the bridge wasn't destroyed, the rest of the population will naturally assume it's their misperception."

Edward said,

"It's effortless and effective, isn't it? At least there were no casualties when the bridge collapsed, thanks to my Chimera. I had the Auror cast a Muggle shielding charm beforehand."

“Well… alright…” the Prime Minister said.

He wouldn't listen to a word about Chimera or Muggle-blocking spells.

I've never felt so powerless before.

“Then there are those hurricanes, which are also the activities of dark wizards,” Edward said. “There may be similar incidents happening frequently in the future. We will do our best to minimize the damage, but it may take some time to completely resolve the issue because those dark wizards are hiding.”

"And what about the fog in London?" The Prime Minister sighed, feeling that whether he asked that question or not was no longer important. "Was that also the work of those gangsters?"

“No, that’s not it. The Dementors are helping to find criminals. It may have caused a little disturbance to the people around, but they’re very efficient and have already caught some,” Edward said. “Don’t worry, they won’t attack you. I’ve already told them.”

"They can talk?" The Prime Minister felt like a clueless little kid—this knowledge had been crammed into his brain in a very crude way by the blond man in front of him.

“At least they can talk to me and my son,” Edward said. “You don’t need to worry about that. Just say it’s abnormal weather. If you have any problems you can’t figure out, write a list and give it to Kingsley, who will pass it on to me.”

“Alright, alright,” the Prime Minister said wearily, “Write down any problems you encounter…”

“That leader of the dark wizards is troublesome, and it will take some time to catch him. You need to be prepared,” Edward said. “This period is difficult for everyone—that’s all I have to say. What’s that saying again? ‘Help each other and get through this together.’”

Edward pulled a handful of powder from his pocket and prepared to leave.

“But—for God’s sake, aren’t you wizards?” the Prime Minister finally couldn’t help but say as Edward was about to leave. “You have magic—you can do anything, can’t you?”

"But the other side can do that too, Your Excellency."

Edward chuckled softly.
"Trouble is inevitable, but it will eventually be resolved. Wish us luck."

(End of this chapter)