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"
How
can
I
help
you
?
"
he
said
,
shaking
Fudge
's
hand
very
briefly
and
gesturing
toward
the
hardest
of
the
chairs
in
front
of
the
desk
.
"
Difficult
to
know
where
to
begin
,
"
muttered
Fudge
,
pulling
up
the
chair
,
sitting
down
,
and
placing
his
green
bowler
upon
his
knees
.
"
What
a
week
,
what
a
week
...
"
"
Had
a
bad
one
too
,
have
you
?
"
asked
the
Prime
Minister
stiffly
,
hoping
to
convey
by
this
that
he
had
quite
enough
on
his
plate
already
without
any
extra
helpings
from
Fudge
.
"
Yes
,
of
course
,
"
said
Fudge
,
rubbing
his
eyes
wearily
and
looking
morosely
at
the
Prime
Minister
.
"
I
've
been
having
the
same
week
you
have
,
Prime
Minister
.
The
Brockdale
Bridge
...
the
Bones
and
Vance
murders
...
not
to
mention
the
ruckus
in
the
West
Country
...
"
"
You
--
er
--
your
--
I
mean
to
say
,
some
of
your
people
were
--
were
involved
in
those
--
those
things
,
were
they
?
"
Fudge
fixed
the
Prime
Minister
with
a
rather
stern
look
.
"
Of
course
they
were
,
"
he
said
,
"
Surely
you
've
realized
what
's
going
on
?
"
"
I.
.
.
"
hesitated
the
Prime
Minister
.
It
was
precisely
this
sort
of
behavior
that
made
him
dislike
Fudge
's
visits
so
much
.
He
was
,
after
all
,
the
Prime
Minister
and
did
not
appreciate
being
made
to
feel
like
an
ignorant
schoolboy
.
But
of
course
,
it
had
been
like
this
from
his
very
first
meeting
with
Fudge
on
his
very
first
evening
as
Prime
Minister
.
He
remembered
it
as
though
it
were
yesterday
and
knew
it
would
haunt
him
until
his
dying
day
.
He
had
been
standing
alone
in
this
very
office
,
savoring
the
triumph
that
was
his
after
so
many
years
of
dreaming
and
scheming
,
when
he
had
heard
a
cough
behind
him
,
just
like
tonight
,
and
turned
to
find
that
ugly
little
portrait
talking
to
him
,
announcing
that
the
Minister
of
Magic
was
about
to
arrive
and
introduce
himself
