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Chapter 1177: Departure
🕑 Added 2024-07-22 05:45:18 +0000 UTC"Do not interrupt me while I'm speaking; my time is limited!" said Scrimgeour expressionlessly.
Looking at the wand in his hand, the Prime Minister suppressed his anger and sat back down.
He didn't speak. Scrimgeour's attitude made him feel angry. If talking to Fudge made him feel like an ignorant child, then Scrimgeour's behavior made it even more apparent.
Arguing was pointless and irrational.
The Prime Minister hoped to silently convey his anger and dissatisfaction through this silence.
Scrimgeour did not seem to notice the Prime Minister's anger, or he did, but did not care. He continued to talk, "We’ll send two or three more Aurors to serve as your secretary, bodyguard or Junior Minister. This building will also be equipped with various protective magic to ensure your security, such as early warning charms, Anti-Apparition Charm, Unplottability, etc., and necessary checks will be carried out on every person entering and leaving here..."
The Prime Minister frowned. This request was too much.
As Prime Minister, he needed to meet with many high-ranking political and business figures every day.
It was hard to imagine that these people would have to undergo checks by a wizard if they wanted to see him.
The Prime Minister clenched his fists. He said nothing and continued to express his anger with silence.
"Until You-Know-Who is defeated, I hope you’ll stay in this residence as much as possible. If you need to go out, you must report the specific arrangements and related circumstances to us three days in advance so that we can arrange personnel."
The Prime Minister took a deep breath. How was this different from house arrest? This was too much. He was the Prime Minister, not a prisoner. Having to report his outings to these wizards three days in advance was outrageous.
But he still didn't say anything; he thought the other party should have noticed his anger by now!
"Also, some spells and curses can be triggered by sound, so we need to monitor your phone..."
The Prime Minister's brows furrowed even more. Did this wizard know what he was talking about? Both he and the British government had many secrets that were not suitable for others to know. He could not let this group of wizards monitor his phone calls. This request was beyond his bottom line.
"You can't do this!" The Prime Minister stared at Scrimgeour for a long time before speaking word by word. "You cannot monitor my phone calls. That's illegal. You have to understand that many of the calls I receive are very important. For example, I'm about to have a meeting with the leader of another country. You can't..."
"Let me see — it's you who doesn't understand the situation, Prime Minister," said Scrimgeour. "We are in the midst of a war. I just met with Dumbledore, and he believes that the Dark Lord will launch attacks to collect a large number of bodies and souls, though he hasn't told me why. But without a doubt, your safety is of utmost importance. If he gains control over you, many terrible things could be done."
Scrimgeour looked pointedly at the furious Prime Minister, then turned back towards the fireplace.
"As long as we take good precautions, he won't stand a chance. Of course, he may shift his targets abroad, but that has nothing to do with you," said Scrimgeour. "Well, that's 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 I shall send Fudge here. He has consented to stay on in an advisory capacity."
Fudge attempted to smile, but was unsuccessful; he merely looked as though he had a toothache.
In front of the fireplace, Scrimgeour was already rummaging in his pockets 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.
"Come on, for heaven's sake — you’re wizards! You can do magic! Surely you can sort out —well —anything!"
Scrimgeour turned slowly on the 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."
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On the third day after the exams, Evan set out alone for the Cairo Explorer Hotel.
After Dumbledore's meeting with Minister of Magic Scrimgeour, Hogwarts adopted stricter security measures.
All the fireplaces were sealed so that things like Harry being kidnapped by Malfoy would never happen again.
Even if Voldemort wanted to enter Hogwarts, he could only break in through the front gate.
Evan had to walk to Hogsmeade and then Apparate to the Leaky Cauldron.
For the first time in Evan's memory, the Leaky Cauldron seemed so deserted and empty.
The bustling crowds of the past were gone, leaving only the wrinkled, toothless shop owner, Tom.
As he appeared, Tom looked up hopefully.
When he realized that Evan was just passing by, he sullenly resumed wiping his glasses.
Since the news of Voldemort's return was announced, the bar's business had been greatly affected, and even Diagon Alley had become particularly deserted.
Everyone looked worried, afraid that Voldemort would appear from somewhere.
It was said that some shopkeepers had already closed their stores, preparing to flee the country, reflecting the state of the entire British Wizarding community.
When faced with the terrifying Dark Lord, people's first reaction was not to resist, but to run away.
Without stopping for long, Evan used the Floo network of the Leaky Cauldron to head for Egypt.
Just like last year, not much had changed at the Explorer Hotel.
The exotic hall was filled with various Egyptian or Arabian decorations, sparkling fountains, tall palm trees, colorful tapestries and curtains, and the three magnificent pyramids could be seen through the huge windows on the west side of the hotel.
Even from a distance, you could still see that the area under the pyramids was crowded with tourists.
They were all Muggles, and many of them were admiring this great architectural wonder with great interest.
Just like outside, the Explorer Hotel was much livelier than when Evan and Hermione came last year.
Wizards from all over the world gathered here, all of them came to attend the International Alchemical Conference.
Evan saw three wizards dressed in thick brown fur coats coming out of the fireplace just in front of him.
No one knew where these three wizards came from. They were wearing so many clothes in this kind of weather and took off their clothes as soon as they came out because they were too hot.
In the hall, the largest number of wizards were those dressed in Arabic style, or like Evan, wearing traditional wizard robes.
In addition, Evan also saw an Eastern sorcerer, a middle-aged man wearing robes with sky-blue patterns. In addition to the unique style of his robes, the green wooden long-handled staff on his back was particularly eye-catching, with thick vines on the top to form a hollow gourd shape.
At the last Quidditch World Cup final, Evan had seen a few Eastern wizards.
Influenced by history, most of them used wands like Evan, and even the spells were no different.
However, it was said that in the East, there was a very ancient and mysterious school of magic that did not use wands but rather staffs.
