Knowing the dark side that the Ministry of Magic does not know, he is confident that he can solve the problem quietly and give clues when the Ministry of Magic's investigation is in trouble.
No matter what the two mysterious wizards are up to, their actions are undoubtedly mocking the capabilities of the Ministry of Magic.
The evil that is growing under our noses has to be solved by outsiders who don't know the details.
What's even more ironic is that all the clues obtained by the Ministry of Magic were deliberately released.
Scrimgeour, as head of the Auror Office, had to be ashamed of this.
If the Ministry of Magic can take good care of Knockturn Alley and Spider-End Alley, even if this incident occurs, it can be calmed down quickly.
Now not only is he being led by the nose, but he also has to face doubts from the magical society and the world.
"Take them all to the interrogation room!" He took a deep look at Tonks, and then personally took the eldest son of the Rowe family back.
The 53 witch scum woke up in despair.
I was just thrown out of hell by the devil, and then I met another group of devils.
"name."
"S—Slade Roll."
"Why are you near the entrance to the Ministry of Magic?"
"I-I can't say."
Scrimgeour roughly grabbed Slade's collar, "Do you want to try what it's like to be a Dementor?"
"No—" Slade trembled and lifted up his sleeves.
There are three shallow scars on his arm that look like they were burned by hot iron wire.
"We were all forced to take an unbreakable vow.
Whether we actively or passively tell our names and appearance, reveal any physical characteristics, or identify the two wizards, we who break our oath will die on the spot."
Needless to say, Scrimgeour also knows the effects of magic.
You will die if you extract relevant memories, you will die if you drink veritaserum and ask questions, and you will die if you are subjected to Legilimency.
They are so thoughtful that the two mysterious wizards even know the Auror's bottom line.
"Tell me why you want to go to that bar."
Slade sat down again and his body began to tremble again.
Scrimgeour drew his wand and pointed it at his forehead.
"You'd better cooperate with me. This does not violate the oath between you and them."
Slade stopped trembling, "I-I understand."
Thirteen years ago, the Rolle family spent almost all their wealth to buy a "indulgence note."
Today, 13 years later, I no longer have the ability to buy another one.
All of this fault stems from his Death Eater father.
The once high-ranking Rolle family is now so depressed that they are living in Knockturn Alley.
What if you can escape justice?
Losing the wealth accumulated by the family for generations will only make their bottom line lower and lower.
Throw away the useless dignity of a pure-blood wizard, and throw away the glory that you were once proud of.
They associate with dark wizards and gradually become one of them.
But even though many things have been thrown away, some things cannot be thrown away no matter what.
Slade always believed that the pure-blooded Rohr family could return to its peak.
So, why can't he find a sense of superiority in Muggles who are of low blood?
"It was a girl, and I tossed her around like a rag doll.
Break her arms and roll her into a ball. Even if her neck is broken, she will not die as long as she still has breath."
Scrimgeour loosened his clenched fists slightly and said, "How many times have you been there?"
"Probably-" Slade, who was looking excited, suddenly closed his mouth.
"Why, weren't you very excited just now?"
"I-I've only been there a few times."
To this day, they are still trying to lie and lie to avoid due punishment. The once proud Rohr family has really fallen.
"We'll figure it out." Scrimgeour stood up indifferently.
"Remember, everyone must pay for the mistakes they make."
He closed the door to the interrogation room and nodded slightly to Kingsley, who had been waiting outside for a long time.
"Director, Minister Fudge is looking for you."
"I'll go now."
Bringing several confessions that had just come out of the interrogation, Scrimgeour sat across from Fudge without saying a word.
When he came, he took a brief look at it.
The reasons for witch scum customers are all kinds of strange, but they all have a lot in common.
The most obvious is pureblood supremacy.
Whether mixed-blood or pure-blood, they all look down on Muggle-borns as "inferior".
In their eyes, Muggles are not even as good as some weak magical creatures.
"A bunch of wretches who think they are noble!" Fudge slapped the desk hard.
"Supplement the evidence as soon as possible. We cannot remain passive."
Scrimgeour collected his confession with a complicated expression, "Where are the two mysterious wizards?"
Fudge hesitated for a moment, "Rufus, are you confident that you can find them within a month?"
"No, but I will definitely try my best."
"Okay, let's do this for now."
The longer this goes on, the greater the humiliation the Ministry of Magic will suffer.
If you can't find it after a month, you'll find other ways to reduce the impact.
Attack?
Kidnapping?
Are the testimonies of Knockturn Alley and Spider End residents credible?
Just temporarily stopping the excavation of the truth does not mean that they can escape the trial of the court.
But from Scrimgeour's helpless eyes, the belief he had held on to for most of his life seemed to have begun to waver.
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Wednesday,
The Daily Prophet reported on the current situation of 17 Muggles.
The short stories written by Rita were so tear-jerking that Hermione couldn't even finish the first one and couldn't stand it anymore.
What kind of Muggle aristocratic son-in-law, what kind of Muggle rich business lady.
She hoped that the big reporter could calm down tomorrow, and even if he couldn't, he would give some updates on the Ministry of Magic's latest developments.
With strong curiosity, I changed places with Neville in the first Charms class.
Vincent, who was studying seriously, pretended not to see the wink she sent.
When Sam borrowed the mithril suitcase the night before yesterday, he had always felt that something would happen.
Even though he returned it yesterday, he still felt a little unreliable.
[Don’t worry, I am the most professional Auror in North America. No one knows that we did it——]
This is the state of being ready to run away.
After all, they were blessed by an unbreakable oath, and the scarred hands were the two they were pretending to be.
The witch scum don't know, Tash only knows part of it.
When she managed to convince herself, Hermione was already irritated and staring at her big sore eyes.
"I've been at school all day, who knows when Fudge plans to announce the news."
"Ho ho—" Her sneer sounded like a person's.
Yes, it was the professor of the second Potions class, Severus Snape.
He glanced coldly at Vincent and Hermione who were sitting together.
marvelous!
It doesn't matter that Longbottom is without Wayne, the key is that Potter and Weasley are without Granger.
50 points were deducted in half the class. It was such a happy day.
Hermione finally couldn't stand it any longer.
Without her and Vincent, these three scumbags would be hopeless.