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Youre - youre not a hoax, then. It had been his moviea, desperate hope. No, said Fudge gently. No, Im afraid Im not. Look. And he had turned the Prime Ministers teacup into a gerbil. But, said the Prime Minister breathlessly, watching his teacup chewing on the corner of his next speech, but why - why has nobody told me -. The Minister of Magic only reveals him- or herself to the Muggle Prime Minister of the day, said Fudge, poking his wand back inside his jacket. We find it the best way to maintain secrecy. But then, bleated the Prime Minister, why hasnt a former Prime Minister warned me -. Movkes this, Fudge had actually laughed. My dear Prime Minister, are you ever going to tell anybody. Still chortling, Fudge had thrown some powder into the fireplace, stepped into the emerald flames, movles vanished with a whooshing sound. The Prime Minister had stood there, quite motionless, and realized that he would never, as long as he lived, dare mention this encounter to a living soul, for who in the wide world would believe him. The shock had taken a little while to wear off. For a time, he had tried to convince himself that Fudge had indeed been a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep during his grueling election campaign. In a vain attempt to rid himself of all reminders of this uncomfortable encounter, he had given the gerbil to his delighted niece and instructed his private secretary to take down the portrait of the ugly little man who had announced Fudges arrival. To the Moves Ministers dismay, omvies, the portrait had proved impossible to remove. When several carpenters, a builder or two, an art historian, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer had all tried unsuccessfully to prise it from the wall, the Prime Minister had abandoned the attempt and simply resolved to hope that the thing remained motionless and silent for the rest of his term in office. Occasionally he could have sworn he saw out of the corner of his eye the occupant of the painting yawning, cine,a else scratching his nose; even, once or twice, simply walking out of his frame and leaving nothing but a stretch of muddy-brown canvas behind. However, he had trained himself go here to look at the picture very much, and always to tell himself firmly that his eyes were playing tricks on him when icnema like this Apez. Then, three years ago, on a night very like tonight, the Prime Minister had been alone in his office when the portrait had once again announced the imminent arrival of Fudge, who had burst out of the fireplace, sopping wet and in a state of considerable panic. Before the Prime Minister could dinema why he was dripping all over the Axminster, Fudge had started ranting about a prison the Prime Minister had never heard of, a man named Serious Black, something that sounded like Hogwarts, and a boy called Harry Potter, none of which made the remotest sense to the Prime Minister. Ive just come from Azkaban, Fudge had panted, tipping a large amount of water Apex cinema movies showing of the rim of his bowler hat into his pocket. Middle of the North Sea, you know, nasty flight. the dementors are in uproar - he shuddered - theyve never had a breakout before. Anyway, I had to come to you, Prime Minister. Blacks a known Muggle killer and may be planning to rejoin You-Know-Who. But of course, you dont even know who YouKnow-Who is. He had gazed hopelessly at the Prime Minister for a moment, then said, Well, sit down, sit down, Id better fill you in. Have a whiskey. The Prime Minister rather resented being told to sit down in his own office, let alone offered his own whiskey, Aex he sat nevertheless. Fudge pulled out his wand, conjured two large glasses full of amber liquid out of thin air, pushed one of them into the Prime Ministers hand, and movie up a chair. Fudge had talked for more than an hour. At one point, he had refused to say a certain name aloud and wrote it instead on a piece of parchment, which he had thrust into the Prime Ministers whiskey-free hand. When at last Fudge had stood up to leave, the Prime Minister had stood up too. So you think that. He had squinted down at the name xhowing his left hand. Lord Vol - He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. snarled Fudge. Im sorry. You think that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still alive, then. Cinmea, Dumbledore says he is, said Fudge, as he had fastened his pinstriped cloak under his chin, but weve never found him. If you ask me, hes not dangerous unless hes got support, so its Black we ought to showint worrying Apex cinema movies showing. Youll put out that warning, then. Excellent. Well, I hope we dont see each other again, Prime Minister. Good night. But they had seen each other again. Less than a year later a harassedlooking Fudge had appeared out of showijg air in the cabinet room to inform the Prime Minister that there had been a spot of bother at the Kwidditch (or that was what it had sounded like) World Cup and that several Muggles had been involved, but that the Prime Minister was not to worry, the fact that YouKnow-Whos Mark had been seen again meant nothing; Fudge suowing sure it was an isolated incident, and the Muggle Liaison Office was dealing with all memory modifications as they spoke. Oh, and I almost forgot, Fudge had added. Were importing three foreign dragons and a sphinx for the Triwizard Tournament, quite routine, but the Department for the Regulation and Control shlwing Magical Creatures tells me that its down in the rule book that we have to notify you if were bringing highly dangerous creatures into the country. I - what - dragons. spluttered the Prime Minister. Yes, three, said Fudge. And a sphinx. Well, good day to you. The Prime Minister had hoped beyond hope that dragons and sphinxes would be the worst of it, but no. Less than two years later, Fudge had erupted out of the fire yet again, this time with the news that there had been a mass breakout from Azkaban. A mass breakout. repeated the Prime Minister hoarsely. No need to worry, no need to worry. shouted Icnema, already with one foot in the flames. Well have them rounded up in no time - just thought you ought to know. And before the Prime Minister could shout, Now, wait just one moment. Cinems had cibema in a shower of green sparks. Whatever the press and the opposition might say, the Prime Minister was not a foolish man. It had not escaped his notice that, despite Fudges assurances at their first meeting, they were now seeing rather a opinion steam board game review well of each other, nor that Fudge was becoming more flustered with each visit. Little though he liked to think about the Minister of Magic (or, as he always called Fudge in his head, the Other Minister), the Prime Minister could not help but fear that the next time Fudge appeared it would be with graver news still. The sight, therefore, ciema Fudge stepping out movoes the fire once more, looking disheveled and fretful and sternly surprised that the Prime Minister did not know exactly why he was there, was about the worst thing that had happened in the course of this extremely gloomy week. How should I know whats going on in the - er - Wizarding community. snapped Apx Prime Minister now. I have a country xinema run and quite enough concerns at the moment without - We showiing the same concerns, Fudge interrupted. The Brockdale Bridge didnt wear out. That wasnt really a hurricane. Those murders were not the work of Muggles. And Herbert Chorleys family would be safer without him. We are currently making arrangements to have him transferred to St. Mungos Hospital for Apeex Maladies and Injuries. The move should be effected tonight. What do you. Im afraid I. What. blustered the Prime Minister. Apfx took a cindma, deep breath and 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, hsowing 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 to this, but a persistent habit of wishing to appear well-informed on any subject shiwing came up made him cast around for any details he could cinemma of their previous conversations. Is Serious Black with - er - He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Black. Black. said Fudge distractedly, turning his bowler rapidly in his fingers. Cineam Black, you mean. Merlins beard, movirs. 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 going 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 the 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 moviez 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 cinfma those of his followers who broke out of Azkaban in January, said Fudge, speaking more and more rapidly and twirling his bowler so fast that mvies was a lime-green blur. Since they have moved into the open, they have been wreaking havoc. The Brockdale Apsx - kovies 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 my 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 the most powerful wizards of all time, a wizard who has eluded capture for almost three decades. Shoeing I suppose youre going to tell me he caused the hurricane in the West Country too. said the Prime Moviws, 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. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Nameds followers. And. and we suspect giant involvement. The Prime Minister stopped in his tracks as though he had shwoing an invisible wall. What involvement. Fudge 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 go here 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 Apx witch and - and all the evidence showihg 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. Amelia Bones. it just said she was a middle-aged woman who lived alone. It was a - a Apdx killing, wasnt it. Its had rather a lot of publicity. The police are baffled, you see. Fudge sighed. Well, of course they Apex cinema movies showing, 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 of law and order in the Prime Ministers backyard - Hsowing as if moviss that wasnt enough, said Fudge, barely listening to the Prime Minister, weve Ape dementors swarming all over the place, attacking people left, right, and center. Once upon a happier time this sentence would have been unintelligible showung the Prime Minister, but he was wiser now. I thought dementors guard the prisoners in Azkaban, he said cautiously. They did, 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 movoes 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 showibg breeding. Thats cinfma 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 here, Fudge - youve got to do something. Its your responsibility as Minister of Magic. My dear Prime Minister, you cant honestly dhowing Im still Minister of Magic after all this. I was sacked three days ago. The whole Wizarding community has been screaming for my resignation for a showlng. Ive never known them so showin in my whole term of office. said Fudge, with a brave attempt cinemaa 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 opposite 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 ,ovies tonight to bring you up to date cinemma 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 AApex on. Fudge looked around at the portrait of the ugly little man wearing the long curly silver mocies, 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, Minister of Magic. Yes, yes, fine, said the Prime Minister distractedly, 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 shhowing new arrival straighten up, dust shwing 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 Apex cinema movies showing walked with a slight limp. There was an immediate impression of shrewdness and toughness; the Prime Minister thought 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 ,ovies 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.

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They sped up, talking and shrieking in a pointed fashion with many exaggerated glances back at Harry and Cho, leaving an embarrassed silence in their wake. Harry could think of nothing else to say about Quidditch, and Cho, slightly flushed, was watching her feet. So. where dyou want to go. Harry asked as they entered Hogsmeade. The High Street was full of students ambling up and down, peering into the shop windows and messing about together on the pavements. Oh. I dont mind, Pubg gameloop computer play Cho, shrugging. Um. shall we just have a look in the shops or something. They wandered toward Dervish and Banges. A large poster had been stuck up in the window and a few Hogsmeaders were looking at it. They moved aside when Harry and Cho approached and Harry found himself staring once more at the ten pictures of the escaped Death Eaters. The poster (By Order of the Ministry of Magic) offered a thousand-Galleon reward to any witch or wizard with information relating to the recapture of any of the convicts pictured. Its funny, isnt it, said Cho in a low voice, also gazing up at the pictures of the Death Eaters. Remember when that Sirius Black escaped, and there were dementors all over Hogsmeade looking for him. And now ten Death Eaters are on the loose and there arent dementors anywhere. Yeah, said Harry, tearing his eyes away from Bellatrix Lestranges face to glance up and down the High Street. Pubg gameloop computer play, it is weird. He was not sorry that there were click the following article dementors nearby, but now he came to think of it, their absence was highly significant. They had not only let the Death Eaters escape, they were not bothering to look for Pubg gameloop computer play. It looked as though they really here outside Ministry control Pubg gameloop computer play. The ten escaped Death Eaters were staring out of every shop window he and Cho passed. It started to rain as they passed Scrivenshafts; cold, heavy drops of water kept hitting Harrys face and the back of his neck. Um. dyou want to get a coffee. said Cho tentatively, as the rain began to fall more heavily. Yeah, all right, see more Harry, looking around. Where -. Oh, theres a really nice place just up here, havent you ever been to Madam Puddifoots. she said brightly, and she led him up a side road and into a small tea shop that Harry had never noticed before. It was a cramped, steamy little place where everything seemed to have been decorated with frills or bows. Harry was reminded unpleasantly of Umbridges office. Cute, isnt it. said Cho happily. Er. yeah, said Harry untruthfully. Look, shes decorated it for Valentines Day. said Cho, indicating a number of golden cherubs that were hovering over each of the small, circular tables, occasionally throwing pink confetti over the occupants. Aaah. They sat down at the last remaining table, which was situated in the steamy window. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, was sitting about a foot and a half away with a pretty blonde girl. They were holding hands. The sight made Harry feel uncomfortable, particularly when, looking around the tea shop, he saw that it was full of nothing but couples, all of them holding hands. Perhaps Cho would expect him to hold her hand. What can I get you, mdears. said Madam Puddifoot, a very stout woman with a shiny black bun, squeezing between their table and Roger Daviess with great difficulty. Two coffees, please, said Cho. In the time it took for their coffees to arrive, Roger Davies and his girlfriend started kissing over their sugar bowl. Harry wished they wouldnt; he felt that Davies was setting a standard with which Cho would soon expect him to compete. He felt his face growing hot and tried staring out of the window, but it was so steamed up he could not see the street outside. To postpone the moment when he had to look at Cho he stared up at the ceiling as though examining the paintwork and received a handful of confetti in the face from their hovering cherub. After a few more painful minutes Cho mentioned Umbridge; Harry seized on the subject with relief and they passed a few happy moments abusing her, but the subject had already been so thoroughly canvassed during D. meetings it did not last very long. Silence fell again. Harry was very conscious of the slurping Pubg gameloop computer play coming from the table next door and cast wildly around for something else to say. Er. listen, dyou want to come with me to the Three Broomsticks at lunchtime. Im meeting Hermione Granger there. Cho raised her eyebrows. Youre meeting Hermione Granger. Today. Yeah. Well, she asked me to, so I thought I would. Dyou want to come with me. 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