White walls, crimson desk, gilt table lamp with dark green lampshade, and the beautiful marble fireplace opposite. From here, you can see a tall mirror when you turn your face sideways. When you are occasionally not calm, you can use it to objectively examine yourself.
If you need to breathe fresh air, it's even easier - open the window next to you and you can see the drizzle and cool sky. This is the most wonderful view in London.
If I have to say it, there are some quite sentimental oil paintings on the opposite and back walls which are actually pretty good.
Of course, the one in the corner must be excluded, because no one wants to see a bald man with only his eyes and teeth staring at you every day, don’t you think
This is No. 10 Downing Street, an old house full of stories.
"Jingle Bell-"
A sudden phone ringing broke the already silent room again. To be honest, it was not a good phone call. The ringtone always had some rough noise, which was very uncomfortable in my ears. But forget it, you have listened to it for so long, you should get used to it.
The man sitting at the table sighed slightly, then grabbed the receiver of the phone. He knew that even if he didn't answer, the ringing would continue endlessly.
"Hello, please pay attention to a call around two o'clock in the afternoon. The policy team may convey the latest discussion results, and the press office will also follow up. I will transfer the call to you at that time."
"Okay, I know."
With a simple and clear answer, the receiver returned to its original place again.
Here, efficiency is always the top priority, and the guys below seem to never need a break in their lives. But while this man was complaining secretly, he didn't remember that when he was still struggling for this chair in the past, how could he not be a virtuous person
The man sighed deeply again, then pushed all the documents and papers at hand aside, then raised his head and leaned heavily on the back of the chair, making a "crunch" sound.
He drooped his eyelids, took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and pinched hard between his eyes.
Just in the past year, too many things have happened. Although those incidents have ended, the remaining sequelae have not completely dissipated until now. These include multiple unsolved cases across the UK. Although there are no dead, the injured and missing persons do exist, and there are even some unprovoked explosions and building collapses.
And these messy incidents will ultimately involve him. As long as he is still sitting in this seat, he will be unable to escape from the disaster that comes from heaven.
Perhaps many people have seen his scenery, but behind the scenery, there is more endless fatigue and hard work day and night.
To be honest, this man felt that he was indeed a little tired.
He was half lying, half sitting, leaning on the back of the chair, feeling the cool breeze blowing in from the window. It was raining lightly right now, tapping on the window sill, and there was still a bit of mist-like rain floating across his forehead, which was just enough to cool down his aching head.
It's still some time until 2pm, so let's take a break! You can wait for the phone call before continuing to read the file. Anyway, I definitely need to work overtime tonight to stay here, so there is no need to be busy right now.
But just as he was taking a nap and trying to soothe his tired spirit, a voice suddenly rang.
"To the Muggle Prime Minister," without warning, the voice spread through the room, "Requesting a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon, please respond immediately... Yours faithfully, Rufus Scrimgeour."
Oh yes! He knows, he knows that Scrimgeour guy! That's right, there are only three people using the strange title of "Muggle Prime Minister" since he took office, and this Scrimgeour is the latest one to appear.
You don't need to look at it to know that the oil painting in the corner behind has started to move on its own again - what a ghost!
Of course he didn't want to respond, not at all. Because he knew that every time the portrait started talking, every time the other side asked for a meeting, the result would always be bad. But can he not speak? Try pretending you're asleep? No, even if he doesn't answer, the other party will still come when the time comes, from the damn fireplace opposite!
"Ahem, um..." He cleared his throat and said vaguely, "Two o'clock? No, at that time I had an important phone call... Yes, very important... It was from a president..."
God forgive me, a lie is really needed here to heighten the importance of the matter, so that maybe the guy can shut up - I hope!
Unfortunately, this lie obviously means nothing to the man in the frame.
"It's okay, you can rearrange it," the portrait replied without any hesitation, "If it's inconvenient for you, we can adjust it for you. Mr. President will forget to make this call... What do you think of tomorrow morning?"
This was definitely not what he wanted to hear, but somehow, he just felt that these words came out of the other party's mouth without any sense of violation, as if they were born this way—even if they were talking about the president of a country. !
"No, no need... I will arrange it myself," the Prime Minister said dryly, "Okay... Oh... I mean, okay, two o'clock in the afternoon? I will see Mr. Scrimgeour."
After hearing the Prime Minister's positive reply, the portrait immediately stopped moving, and the entire office returned to its previous tranquility.
The Prime Minister raised his neck to look at the clock, then subconsciously glanced at the fireplace, and sighed for the third time this afternoon.
"Click, click, click."
He pressed twice on the phone and dialed the secretary's internal number.
"I have important arrangements at two o'clock in the afternoon. I postpone the call from the policy team until three o'clock - no, three-thirty! What... No, that matter is very important. Just inform me as I said."
"Crack."
After that, the receiver returned to its proper position, and the Prime Minister hung up the phone on his own initiative.
The Prime Minister naturally couldn't forget the last time he met Scrimgeour.
It was an emergency meeting. The ugly little man in the portrait disappeared at some point and was replaced by the dark-skinned bald man now. It was a cold winter night, yes, the last few days after a series of tumultuous events.
Suddenly, a rich male voice rang in the office, startling the Prime Minister who was still working overtime. And just at the moment he agreed to meet, green flames suddenly rose in the fireplace, and a man with a straight face walked out of it just like Fudge before.
That man was Rufus Scrimgeour. According to his introduction, he was the guy who replaced Fudge as the new ruler of "that world"—well, maybe it was a similar status and position, who knows
As soon as he came, he not only told him a lot of bad news immediately, but also frankly said that something worse might happen soon, so that he should be prepared for emergency treatment at any time.
Fortunately, the established bad news cannot be erased, but the so-called "worse incident" does not seem to have happened. This can be considered a blessing among misfortunes.
However, bad things will always be bad things and will never become good things. This time he comes here, I'm afraid he has to tell him a bunch of nerve-wracking incidents... No, nothing big seems to have happened recently, right
While the Prime Minister was hesitating and thinking, half an hour passed easily. When he caught a glimpse of a large green area rising from the corner of his eye, and with a soft "bang" sound, he quickly sat up straight.
Before he could even raise his hand to straighten his slightly crooked tie, the slightly thin figure immediately strode out of the green flames. I saw the other party raised his legs and crossed the iron fence in front of the fireplace, patted the strange robe on his body casually, and walked straight towards the desk.
To be honest, even though he had seen this scene several times, he still felt frightened every time he saw it. Of course, as the Prime Minister, he does not lack determination. No matter how shocked he is, the calmness on his face will not be lost...
Well, at most it’s just a little bit stiff! I am not kidding!
"Prime Minister," Scrimgeour still looked like he was in a hurry. After walking quickly to the desk, he immediately stretched out his hand and forced an awkward smile on his face. "Good afternoon. Very good. Nice to meet you again."
"Oh, um... hello!" The Prime Minister shook hands with him hastily, and then made a gesture of inviting him to a back chair in front of the table. "Is there anything... you need me to help you with?"
He really didn't want to say this, but he also knew that what was supposed to come would always come. Instead of getting stomachache from the other party's unceremonious request, it's better to take the initiative to speak up.
"Yeah... it's a long story," Scrimgeour sat down neatly on the chair and took off his hat, "In the second half of this year, we will have a world-class... Something big happened—"
"What!"
The Prime Minister's pretendingly calm face seemed to be losing its composure.
Originally, he was mentally prepared to hear trouble, but the word "world-class" still broke through his inner defense line - world-class trouble? Is some deadly organization coming to bomb the Prime Minister's Office? Or a big mushroom crashed to the ground, blooming with sparks of life
"...Huh? Oh...relax," Scrimgeour grinned, but Mr. Prime Minister looked like a sneer, "That big thing is actually a good thing! What a great thing!"
"boom!"
Before he could even say this, a flash of fire suddenly flashed in the distance, making our Prime Minister tremble all over.