Seeing the Muggle Prime Minister surrender, Sclinger's expression became much better and his palm slowly left his wand.

The Muggle Prime Minister opposite him also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As things develop, he can see clearly. The man in front of him who looks very similar to a lion is definitely not a qualified politician.

True politicians are definitely not as good as they are like the "rational people" assuming in economics, cold-blooded, emotionally unsatisfied, and only interests in their eyes!

As long as the benefits are great enough, it doesn’t matter how you humiliate him.

Just like the previous Minister of Magic Foggy, although he looked down on Muggle from the bottom of his heart, the Muggle Prime Minister still maintained the most basic etiquette and chatted and laughed.

But his work was obviously not done well, because anyone who had been with him could see his arrogance hidden in his bones.

On the other hand, the new Minister of Magic named Sclinger in front of him did not have the hypocrisy that politicians were common, but more of the iron blood and directness of soldiers.

'This should be a senior official from the army. He is likely to be the leader who had previously mastered the military power of the Ministry of Magic!'

The Muggle Prime Minister quickly made a judgment, which on the other hand confirmed his initial conjecture.

Under the powerful oppression of the mysterious man who could not even mention his name, a civil strife should have occurred within the Ministry of Magic, which forced the original Minister of Magic to step down, and this Sclinger, who had the military power, took over the banner!

Thinking of this, the corners of the Muggle Prime Minister's mouth rose, because generally leaders in this form of warlord have one characteristic, that is, they are easily fooled!

"Minister Sclinger, I have read a lot of information about the mysterious man who can't even mention his name, so I know something about it." Prime Minister Muggle pretended to be sincere and said, "He seems to be an extremely radical. Just like the war criminal named Grindelwald during World War II, he advocates violence and hopes to provoke ordinary people, that is, what you call the war between Muggle and the wizard, right?"

Sclinger nodded silently. Although he knew very well that the metaphor of Muggle Prime Minister was outrageous and Voldemort could not match Grindelwald in any case, he did not correct the other party's mistakes, but wanted to hear what the other party wanted to say.

"Minister Sclinger, we are all people who advocate peace and we exist to allow our people to live and work in peace." Prime Minister Muggle continued, "and war madmen like the mysterious man who cannot even mention his name is our common enemy, that is, we are in the same group."

After saying that, the Muggle Prime Minister looked at Sclinger, but this time there was no expression on Sclinger's face.

He smiled slightly and said tentatively:

"From our previous conversation, I have learned that your headquarters' current situation is not optimistic, and it can even be said to be very difficult. Given that we are comrades from the same camp, I think our country may be able to provide some assistance to your headquarters, whether it is military or humane..."

“This is not needed!”

Sclinger rejected the other party almost without hesitation.

Let almost all wizards feel like a lower creature to help them wizards?

What are you kidding?

This will not only violate the international wizard secrets law, but also show that their Ministry of Magic is incompetent!

Sclinger felt that the other party was insulting him, so he stared at the other party and said:

"This is a war between wizards and wizards. You Muggles can't do anything! Go and see, just the aftermath of the battle of more than a dozen wizards shattered the Newcastle Bridge. A boring holiday experiment of a Hogwarts student caused heavy snow in North London in midsummer, not to mention the virus leak caused by the capture of an alchemist workshop that caused the Liverpool plague! These seem to be trivial things to us, but can you handle them? If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid your situation is also difficult, right?"

The Muggle Prime Minister's face was said to be blue and purple, and Sclinger's words were undoubtedly slapping himself in the face.

However, his good political literacy still made him resist the desire to turn against him immediately. He leaned back on the back of the chair, said with a cold face and following the other person's words:

"Yes, the current situation in our country is indeed not optimistic. Even I am being criticized by others, but whose fault is this? These disasters caused by your wizards have taken the lives of thousands of people. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Sclinger stopped talking again. He wanted to admit that he did not take the lives of those Muggles at all, but these words could not be said openly, so he could only remain silent.

"Since you don't need our assistance, please deal with the mysterious man who can't even mention his name as soon as possible. Even if you can't deal with it, please suppress him and his gangsters as soon as possible, so as not to let them make any trouble in the Muggle world!" Prime Minister Muggle lit a cigar again and said while swallowing the clouds and spitting out the mist, "If you really can't do it, then I can only do it myself to protect my people. I believe that in terms of lethality, bullets and curses should be the same."

"Are you threatening me?"

Sclinger's eyes narrowed into a slit, and anyone who knows him knows that this is his extreme anger.

The Muggle Prime Minister opposite seemed to be scared, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground again, burning a big hole in the carpet.

"No, no! You misunderstood! Please don't be excited." Prime Minister Muggle waved his hand in a funny way, "I mean we will send the necessary force to protect our people from harm. This does not mean that we will attack the wizards, but if necessary we will still... well... you understand what I mean? I can't watch my people be ravaged by wanton!"

Looking at the funny look of the Muggle Prime Minister, Sclinger's mouth tugged a sarcastic curve. He stood up with a smile, looked at the other party condescendingly, and said with some ridicule:

"Haha, you can try it and see if your ragged iron is useful. But what I think is that you are doing useless work."

After saying that, Sclinger's figure twisted and eventually disappeared.

The office returned to silence again, and Prime Minister Muggle looked at the empty sofa chair opposite, and a smile appeared on his face.

To this day, most wizards still think that Muggles are like ants, and they can all be pinched to death with their hands raised.

This view did apply a thousand years ago, but now times have changed!

The explosive growth of technology in the past thousand years has not only made their quality of life higher and higher, but also allowed them to have enough strategic power to compete with the wizards!

The wizards were standing still, and their magical power was developing too slowly!

It can be said that the Muggles are far ahead of the wizards in some aspects!

But these so-called wizards still maintain the pride of the old era.

Just like the previous Minister of Magic named Sclinger, in the conversation with the other party, the Muggle Prime Minister only read one word on the other party's face, that is arrogance!

But, arrogance is good!

The Muggles are still too weak now. If they directly start a war with the wizards, the final result will be both sides.

But the prime ministers of all countries believe that as long as they are given enough time, it will be extremely easy to defeat the wizard.

Because compared to magic, the development speed of technology is really too fast!

Only when the other party is arrogant enough can he despise Muggles.

Only in this way can Muggles have a longer time to continue to develop!

And when the Muggles develop more terrifying force, the wizards will no longer be noble!

They will be forced to open their country under the bombardment of cannons and carry out exchanges and free trade with other countries. By that time, the power of the wizards will be completely integrated into the Muggle world.

Thinking of this, the smile on the Muggle Prime Minister's face became even brighter.

He has begun to fantasize about how he can release magic one day!

Who doesn’t like powerful personal power?

But suddenly, he jumped out of the chair as if he had remembered something and screamed:

"Damn it! I forgot to let them solve the Liverpool plague!"

As he said that, Prime Minister Muggle wanted to run to the portrait and call him again, but this time he was disappointed that the little man in the portrait disappeared.

"Tsk, you're so stingy." Prime Minister Muggle cursed, "Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days. Anyway, there are still many people in Liverpool who are dead for the time being."

As he said this, Prime Minister Muggle sat back on his office chair, looked up at the ceiling, and fell into fantasy again.

"Resurrection from the dead? That's great!"

...

In the early morning, in a cafe on the streets of London, listening to the soothing music played in the store, Mike, wearing casual sportswear, sat on the spacious booth like an ordinary person who had just finished the morning jogging and was staring at the abortion coming and going outside the window.

He is waiting for someone.

Kingsley, this pure-blooded black wizard from voodoo insists on setting the meeting place of the two.

Although Mike felt strange about this, he did not refuse.

After all, for such private parties, Muggle Cafes are indeed a better choice than the Burnt Cauldron Bar or Pig Head Bar. At least, there will be fewer wizards here.

"Sir, your coffee!"

A beautiful voice pulled Mike's thoughts back. He turned around and saw a young waitress looking at this place with a diligent look, but in her hand, she was holding a coffee set meal.

"Thanks."

After taking the plate, Mike gave her a bright smile, and the latter gently scratched Mike's palm as he reached for the plate.

Then she licked her lips at Mike, then twisted her body and returned to the bar.

The other party's hint was obvious. If Mike was willing, he would probably not be able to escape a dewy marriage.

However, Mike was not very interested in such things.

He is not a pure young man who knows nothing, so he knows very well that women who take the initiative to throw themselves into their arms should not be touched randomly.

Because you don't know whether the other party is doing it cleanly.

Perhaps in the normal people's perception, those women who specialize in these services are the dirtiest. When they think of many of them, the first thing that appears in their minds is X-disease.

But in fact, compared with many women who play in society, those professional women are much cleaner.

At least, most of the other companies have regular physical examinations, while those girls in society, Mike doesn't think they have that consciousness. They only pursue simple hedonism.

So compared to this kind of dewy marriage, Mike is more willing to go to those professional places if he has a need.

Looking at the waitress's twisting back, Mike's mouth slightly raised, rubbed his hands and prepared to enjoy his coffee.

And at this moment, a low voice came from behind him.

"It seems that your fortune is quite good."

Mike's hand holding the coffee cup stuttered slightly, but he did not look back. Instead, he whispered as if nothing had happened:

"How long have you been here?"

"Longer than you."

"Oh, is that?" Mike took a sip of coffee and felt a little bitter. He tore open the sugar bag and added it in. "Dumbledore should have told you everything?"
To be continued...