[ EU ] The german minister of magic introduces to the recently elected muggle chancellor : Adolf Hitler

The Man in the Reichskanzlei was tired. After a long time of intrigue, betrayel, violence and political power plays he was there. Finally, he sat in the big chair behind that desk, where Otto von Bismarck played with Europe, like the German Emperors of olden times played with the known world. He wanted to become greater then all of them. He ’ d show them. 
 
 [ *Push Hitler against the wall until he squels they say. I ’ ll show them. I ’ ll show them all* ] 
 
 „Guten Tag Herr Hitler. The Minister of Magic wishes to speak to you, the newly appointed chancellor or Germany. He ’ ll arrive soon. All your other appointments have been cancelled. “ 
 
 „Heß! What ’ s this all about? Did Göring put some of his *Zauberwasser* into my drink again? Why is this painting talking? “ 
 
 „Nein, mein Führer. I hear and see it too! “ 
 
 „Thats not really assuring, Heß. “ 
 
 [ *My god, i see the same things as Heß. I think i ’ m loosing my mind! Ok, it was a very rough election. Hehe, election. Ok, it was a very rough transition period. Of course my cognitive ability is slightly comprimised. Nothing a good glass of water and a good nights sleep won ’ t cure* ] 
 
 „Herr Hitler, the Minister of Magic is awaiting your answer. “ 
 
 „What? Minister of **what**? “ 
 
 [ *Magic? God, thats my punishment for listening to Himmlers drivel all night* ] 
 
 „Magic, Herr Hitler. “ 
 
 „Sure sure, magic. Of course. “ 
 
 [ *I ’ ll need to call a good and discrete doctor. Maybe Brückner can recommend somebody* ] 
 Suddenly the little fireplace in the Reichskanzlei turned green. The room was was glowing in an esmerald light. And the man in the Reichskanzlei, who had seen so much until then, who regarded himself in knowing everything that happens in his sphere of power – the power he just took by his iron grip stood there, with his mouth open. Out of the fire, a man stepped out. A man like a man he had never seen. Not even in Vienna. And Vienna was full of *strange* people. 
 
 „My god Heß. Please call your doctor imeadiatly, i need to see him right away! Heß? Heß? “ 
 
 The man in the Reichskanzlei looked to his loyal secretary. He had a empty and engrossed look on his face. More then usual anyway. 
 
 „Guten Tag Herr Hitler. My name is Mephistoteles Faustus. I ’ m the minister of magic. “ 
 
 The man in the Reichskanzlei decided to just go with it. 
 
 [ *If Göring did let his phials with* Zauberwasser *lying arround again, i might as well enjoy it. I get so little fun as it is. Not since Geli kissed Walther* ] 
 
 The man in the Reichskanzlei got lost in his thoughts for a moment. The thought of Geli made him allmost lost his calm temper. He fought it down. 
 
 „Guten Tag Herr Faustus. I ’ m sure you know me, I ’ m the Reichskanzler of germany and chairman of the National Socialists German Workers Party. I ’ m Adolf Hitler. “ 
 
 [ *Still feels good to say* ] 
 
 „Ja Ja, it ’ s a pleasure. Mr. Hitler, I assume your predecessor didn ’ t talk to you about me? “ 
 
 „Well, Von Schleicher and me, we didn ’ t really talk that much. “ 
 
 „That ’ s not important anyway. Herr Hitler, i ’ m just here out of courtesy “ 
 
 The man in the Reichskanzlei perked up his ears. A courtesy visit? That ’ s not something he expected these days. Since the movement finally swept him directly into the Reichskanzlei on a wave of support he only met lickspittles and literal *brown*-nosers. Imaginary or not, this little visit just got annoying. 
 „Courtesy. Is that so, Herr Faustus? You appear here out of nowhere, to such a godforsaken hour, tinker with my loyal Heß so he is more screwed up then he allready is, talk about my predecessor the rat and now you have the gall to talk about courtesy? “ 
 
 Faustus was annoyed, the man in the Reichskanzlei saw that right away. In his years of fighting he learned how to read people. 
 
 „Well Herr Hitler, it is tradition, that the Minister of Magic intodruces himself to the new german head of state. It ’ s that way since the Holy Roman Empire “ 
 
 [ *I really should go to sleep. Damm you, Göring and your* Zauberwasser ] 
 
 „Allright, Herr Faustus, well then. Maybe we should begin from a new. These are new and exciting times for the German Reich. “ 
 
 „You mean Germany? “ 
 
 „Yes Yes. Please sit down “ 
 
 The man in the Reichskanzlei didn ’ t see how it happened, but suddenly the man from the fireplace, the man in those weird clothes, who didn ’ t seem to have an inch of the appropiate respect, sat on a very comfortable chair, which wasn ’ t there a second ago. The man in the Reichskanzlei shook his head and sat in his chair, behind that giant woodden desk. 
 
 „Herr Hitler. I ’ m the minister of magic “ 
 
 „Yes, you allready said that. “ 
 
 To his annoyance, the man in the Reichskanzlei saw a resigned look on the weird mans face. It was only a tiny sigh, but in his ears, it was an orcano. Boredom and condescend to something weren ’ t emotions he saw arround him, anymore. 
 The man from the fireplace did pull out a wooden stick and tiny sparks appeared. The man in the Reichskanzlei jumped from his chair. 

