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Despite
his
indignation
at
the
position
into
which
he
had
been
placed
,
he
still
rather
felt
for
the
shrunken-looking
man
sitting
opposite
him
.
"
I
'm
very
sorry
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
If
there
's
anything
I
can
do
?
"
"
It
's
very
kind
of
you
,
Prime
Minister
,
but
there
is
nothing
.
I
was
sent
here
tonight
to
bring
you
up
to
date
on
recent
events
and
to
introduce
you
to
my
successor
.
I
rather
thought
he
'd
be
here
by
now
,
but
of
course
,
he
's
very
busy
at
the
moment
,
with
so
much
going
on
.
"
Fudge
looked
around
at
the
portrait
of
the
ugly
little
man
wearing
the
long
curly
silver
wig
,
who
was
digging
in
his
ear
with
the
point
of
a
quill
.
Catching
Fudge
's
eye
,
the
portrait
said
,
"
He
'll
be
here
in
a
moment
,
he
's
just
finishing
a
letter
to
Dumbledore
.
"
"
I
wish
him
luck
,
"
said
Fudge
,
sounding
bitter
for
the
first
time
.
"
I
've
been
writing
to
Dumbledore
twice
a
day
for
the
past
fortnight
,
but
he
wo
n't
budge
.
If
he
'd
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
moment
's
hesitation
,
the
Prime
Minister
did
the
same
,
watching
the
new
arrival
straighten
up
,
dust
down
his
long
black
robes
,
and
look
around
.
The
Prime
Minister
's
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
he
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
.
