Hogwarts: The Gray Wizard Volume 1 The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 486 Box No. 666 "What do you think about this?" Scrimgeour stared at Anton and placed his hands gently on the table.
Anton shrugged, "I'm a relatively simple person. I just want to be an Auror. My teacher, Ronaldo, told me that as an Auror, the most important thing is not to have your own ideas. We should
Loyal to the Chief of Staff.”
"He hopes that I can follow you well."
Scrimgeour chuckled, his face softened, and he cursed with a smile, "Old Ronaldo is such a fox!"
He put Anton's report on the bookshelf behind him and pondered for a moment, "Auror..."
"It's not that easy to be an Auror."
"Anthony, tell me, what is the main job of our Aurors?"
Anton immediately sat upright with a serious expression, "Fight criminals, arrest dark wizards, and uphold the "Secrecy Act."
Scrimgeour nodded, "It seems that old Ronaldo has told you a little bit, but he didn't understand it deeply enough."
He stood up, and when he saw that Anton was about to stand up, he waved his hand and told Anton to continue sitting.
Then, Scrimgeour limped towards the map he had just looked at. This tall and powerful man, even though he walked with a slight limp, had a vigorous and resolute attitude.
"Look, here is a record of the original activity areas of every dark wizard in the country."
"Fight the dark wizard..."
"Of course I'm going to fight against the dark wizards." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, "I've been fighting against the dark wizards all my life."
"But fighting against dark wizards is not our most essential purpose. Otherwise, Alastor Moody, who has fought against dark wizards the most, is the person who should sit in the position of director of the Auror Office."
"But actually..."
He took out his wand and made the huge map float down from the wall, shrinking it to the size of a washbasin, and gently pressed his fingers against it.
This light map is shaking from side to side on your finger and may fall off at any time.
"Look, this is our precarious wizarding world."
He shook the wand in his right hand, and small black model figures appeared on the map. Outside the map, a huge prison island appeared.
Then, as if he was carefully studying the newspaper, he flicked his wand, picked up a black figure from the map, and threw it into the prison.
one by one.
Finally, the map seemed to be balanced and stopped smoothly on his finger.
"There is no end to the dark wizards. Just like the wild vegetables in the mountains, you seem to have dug them all up at once. When the spring breeze blows next year, they will be everywhere in the mountains and fields."
"We allow their existence because they can make up for some things that the Ministry of Magic cannot do for the wizarding world. Yes, we sometimes use their hands to intervene in the Muggle world. Of course, in the end, we all
Catch all these criminals and give an account to the Muggles."
"The existence of these wizards who do not abide by the Statute of Secrecy has a much greater influence on the Muggle world than those of us who abide by the law."
"More!" Scrimgeour's expression was a bit disgusting, but also a bit helpless.
"They are actually the buffer zone between our wizarding world and the Muggle world. They live on the edge of the wizarding world and sometimes have to go to the Muggle world to make a living."
"In order to maintain the existence of this group, we will even plan a Knockturn Alley next to Diagon Alley."
"Let them not all go to the Muggle world and cause us more trouble."
Scrimgeour raised his wand slightly, and the map on his finger flew up, becoming huge again and sticking to the wall.
"But now...they've all been caught!"
"Aha~"
"Fudge stole the show."
"Old Ronaldo is in a good place."
"But our Auror office is in a bad situation. We seem to have become dispensable. After all, the dark wizards have been captured in Azkaban."
Anton smacked his mouth and said, "It seems like this."
Scrimgeour sighed helplessly, and Anton even saw a trace of decadence on his face, "This is why I don't want Fudge to interfere in the Auror office. He doesn't do human affairs at all!"
Anton looked strange, but still didn't say anything.
Scrimgeour continued.
"The mysterious man showed up, Grindelwald showed up, aha, and then, the Aurors have no place to train. The worst thing is, I doubt that idiot Fudge will plan to cut the Auror budget." He limped while walking.
Returning to his seat, he spread his hands helplessly.
"I have no doubt he will."
this……
Anton really didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth with a complicated expression.
"Our work will become extremely difficult. We will face the Muggle world directly. Yes, under the guidance of the damn Secrecy Act, we will have to face the Muggle world directly. There will no longer be any buffer in between.
"
"This is an absolute disaster."
To be honest, Anton didn't quite understand what these politicians and old fools said was true, but he actually felt a little guilty. After all, he participated in and personally promoted this siege of dark wizards.
of.
"Then...otherwise, we release them again?" Anton said this even though he felt outrageous.
Scrimgeour also chuckled, "Let it go, Fudge has just gained a lot of prestige all over the world."
"Then...if they run out on their own?"
"You mean jailbreak?"
"Oh~ no no no, that's not what I meant."
The corners of Scrimgeour's mouth curled up and he raised his head, "A collective prison break would be such a disaster. Maybe Fudge will take the blame and resign."
Oops, you finally figured out your purpose.
Anton sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, you old politicians are all very treacherous.
There's such a thing as maintaining balance, there's also a blatant "Secrecy Act", everyone just wants a bigger official position.
Then Anton fell silent.
"Group jailbreak..." Scrimgeour clicked his tongue twice, "I feel a headache just thinking about it. I'm afraid our Auror office will be so busy that we'll be dizzy."
"Well, yes, it will be very busy."
"When Fudge steps down, everyone will have to rely on Aurors, right?"
"Well, yes, everyone is counting on you."
Yes, by then I’m afraid you will be the widely anticipated candidate for the new Minister of Magic. Ha~
Tui~
Scrimgeour seemed to have woken up from a sweet dream. He quickly looked around and his expression became serious again, "We Aurors can tell this kind of joke ourselves, but we can't let others know."
"Well, yes, don't let others know, just keep it known to your own family."
Scrimgeour waved his hand and said, "No, don't think too much. That's the point."
Anton secretly rolled his eyes and nodded helplessly.
This is not the straight-headed iron boy that old Ronald said, sigh.
Anton even suspected that what this guy was saying now was just for his ears. Why, do you think I am the most likely to do such a thing?
Let the Prisoners of Azkaban escape?
Hiss~
Anton suddenly thought of the Silent Man, Rookwood, the former subordinate of Voldemort whom he let go, and couldn't help but glance at Scrimgeour with some suspicion.
He didn't know why, but he thought of those American blockbusters he watched in his previous life, in which the police liked to do criminal psychological profiles for criminals.
I'm afraid Aurors also have this skill, right?
Then, this Scrimgeour did this to himself?
Do you think you like excitement?
Do you think that since I have so many backers, I must be very courageous and dare to do anything?
And then, he finally became the "dark wizard" I just mentioned, and was taken out to answer the question? Oh, it's hard to say that this guy can still use this to talk to Dumbledore, Grindelwald, etc. just mentioned
Who comes to make a deal?
Suddenly, the earnest teachings of his dear teacher, old Ronaldo, came to mind again - we are humble, mindless Ministry of Magic machines, faithfully executing the well-thought-out orders from our brains, nothing more.
Those words about ‘procedural justice’ and ‘passing the blame’…
It's just a jade sentence.
"Haha, I was obviously a little carried away by Fudge's stupid thing this time, and I even talked about this with you." Scrimgeour gestured with his fingers, looking a little helpless, "Let's get back to the topic.
Since you plan to become an Auror, you are required to pass three six-subject assessments."
"Hide and disguise, sneak and stalk, poison and antidote."
"Since I agreed to that person, and at the same time, old Ronaldo took out the magic box No. 619 so generously, I obviously can't be stingy."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and went to lift something under his desk.
Anton's eyes narrowed, his heart moved, and he secretly said - here we come.
The box Scrimgeour took out was marked with the number 666, which was not a good number in Europe.
He placed the box on his desk and rubbed the lines on it with some emotion, "This is a poison I encountered when I first joined the Aurors when I was young. It caused great trouble to the Ministry of Magic at that time. We didn't even have it."
Any resistance."
His eyes were complicated, looking ahead as if he could still see those turbulent years. "At that time, many colleagues died."
After sighing, he looked at Anton with a serious face, "You will learn this poison and its antidote. To do this, you need to sign more documents and accept more magic constraints."
Anton nodded slightly, "This is what it should be."
Scrimgeour solemnly cast several spells on the box, then took out a thick document and placed it gently on the box, "You can look at the specific requirements. Generally speaking, they are restrictions.
You used this poison to do something illegal."
There is nothing like magic documents. Generally speaking, Anton looked at them very carefully.
Scrimgeour made a gesture of invitation and asked Anton to take a look. Then he sat down and began to introduce, "This potion can temporarily make the wizard look like a ghost and penetrate any obstacle.
.”
Anton raised his head in shock and looked at him in disbelief, "Becoming a ghost?"
This was simply the biggest impact on his own theory!
Oh my god~
According to his theory, the ghost is the self that lacks the "soul body"!
Adding the 'soul body', this is the foundation of his understanding of the 'horcrux'.
Adding 'magic', this is the foundation of his understanding of the 'three elements of the self'.
Finally, he added 'body', which was the basis for his understanding of the 'essence of bloodline - the symbol of the Deathly Hallows'.
What's going on?
How could it be possible that under the influence of the potion, only the 'self' is left? The soul body, magic power, and body have all disappeared?
Anton frowned, "You said it's a poison?"
Scrimgeour nodded, "Yes, it is a poison. Aurors who are poisoned will turn into ghosts. No matter what method is used, it will be like being killed and turned into ghosts. They cannot recover no matter what."
"This is so amazing!" Anton exclaimed.
"Yes." Scrimgeour looked at Anton eagerly looking at the documents, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
This poison is very suitable for those prisoners of Azkaban who shout "Wes is our king" every day.