uggs boots clearancearea of materializing out of fireplaces, there had never been a murder in any of the government departments under his charge… not yet, anyway…While the Prime Minister surreptitiously touched the wood of his desk, Fudge continued, “But Black’s by-the-by now. The point is, we’re at war, Prime Minister, and steps must be taken.”“At war?” repeated the Prime Minister nervously. “Surely that’s a little bit of an overstatement?”“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has now been joined by those of his followers who broke out of Azkaban in January,” said Fudge, speaking more and more rapidly and twirling his bowler so fast that it was a lime-green blur. “Since they have moved into the open, they have been wreaking havoc. The  Brockdale Bridge—he did it, Prime Minister, he threatened a mass Muggle killing unless I stood aside for him and—”“Good grief, so it’s your fault those people were killed and I’m having to answer questions about rusted rigging and corroded expansion joints and I don’t know what else!” said the Prime Minister furiously.

cheap ugg bootsMy fault!” said Fudge, coloring up. “Are you saying you would have caved in to blackmail like that?”“Maybe not,” said the Prime Minister, standing up and striding about the room, “but I would have put all my efforts into catching the blackmailer before he committed any such atrocity!”“Do you really think I wasn’t already making every effort?” demanded Fudge heatedly. “Every Auror in the Ministry was—and is—trying to find him and round up his followers, but we happen to be talking about one of the most powerful wizards of all time, a wizard who has eluded capture for almost three decades!”“So I suppose you’re going to tell me he caused the hurricane in the West Country too?” said the Prime Minister, his temper rising with every pace he took. It was infuriating to discover the reason for all these terrible disasters and not to be able to tell the public, almost worse than it being the overnment’s fault after all.

“That was no hurricane,” said Fudge miserably.“Excuse me!” barked the Prime Minister, now positively stamping up and down. “Trees uprooted, roofs ripped off, lampposts bent, horrible injuries—”“It was the Death Eaters,” said Fudge. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s followers. And… and we suspect giant involvement.”The Prime Minister stopped in his tracks as though he had hit an invisible wall. “What involvement?”Fudge grimaced. “He used giants last time, when he wanted to go for the grand effect,” he said. “The Office of Misinformation has been working around the clock, we’ve had teams of Obliviators out trying to modify the memories of all the Muggles who saw what really happened, we’ve got most of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures running aroundSomerset, but we can’t find the giant—it’s been a disaster.”“You don’t say!” said the Prime Minister furiously.“I won’t deny that morale is pretty low at the Ministry,” said Fudge. “What with all that, and t

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