One More Thing

"Hello, Minister Scrimgeour..."

The Prime Minister studied his face and seemed to understand why the wizarding public was willing to trust this new minister rather than the obese Fudge.

"Did Fudge tell you everything?"

As he spoke, Scrimgeour swept his gaze around the office, then drew his wand from his robes and pointed it at the lock and windows. Several soft clicks followed, and the office was completely sealed off from the outside world.

"Not yet. I mean, we only met a few minutes ago." Watching his actions, the Prime Minister felt deeply uneasy about being alone in an enclosed space with two wizards. He opened his mouth and said quietly, "If you don't mind, Mr. Scrimgeour, I'd prefer not to lock the door..."

Scrimgeour appeared not to hear the latter half of that sentence at all. He shot a reproachful look at Fudge, who was spinning his bowler hat beside him, then turned back and said, "All right, Mr. Prime Minister. Then I'll explain the situation. It starts a year ago..."

The three of them sat down at the desk. The Prime Minister watched Fudge conjure tea out of thin air in his office to serve him, which left him feeling rather strange. But his attention was soon captured by the grave events Scrimgeour described. As he listened to the heavy account, his past conversation with Fudge resurfaced in his mind, and he gradually recalled the mysterious wizard whose name was said to be unmentionable.

Fifteen years ago, he had committed evil crimes against wizards, organized terrorist attacks, and unleashed brutal slaughter...

He was back.

"After we thwarted Voldemort's plan to seize the Ministry of Magic, he lay low for a time. In secret, he gathered Werewolves and recruited some Dark wizards from other countries. Recently, he openly recalled