"Brennan Cavendish has been captured and sent to Azkaban." A clerk who was transferred from another office to help quickly reported to Scrimgeour.
"Yeah." Scrimgeour had a sullen face and just nodded slightly.
"I received your owl letter and asked me to come and talk, but you seem to be very busy here. I think I can also contribute." Anton looked at the map on the wall curiously, and it was marked.
Countless densely packed red dots.
Scrimgeour waved his hand and asked the clerk to leave the office. He waited for the door to close and then looked at Anton. "Prison breaks have only happened in the Ministry of Magic in other countries. Since the establishment of our British Ministry of Magic, it has never happened."
No prisoner has been able to escape from Azkaban, and the task of capturing fugitives seems a bit inexperienced."
"I don't want you to get involved in this matter. As for your plan to impart knowledge in Azkaban, I have seriously considered it. It is a very good plan." Scrimgeour held a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it.
Just looked at Anton seriously.
"In this case, I don't want you to appear in the arrest operation. This will hurt the feelings of those who shout 'King Weislai' and will not be conducive to follow-up work."
"The mysterious man is resurrected, Grindelwald is missing, and the Death Eaters and Saints are ready to take action."
"Now the world is full of debates about 'Muggle Squibs'. Many forces have begun to search for potion materials needed for potions, and countless masters have begun to focus on this field."
"I think that after these prisoners are rehabilitated, they can provide more help to the Auror Office to deal with the bad situation that can be expected next."
Anton looked strange, "The prisoner became an Auror's subordinate?"
Is this a bad person?
"I'm not discussing the feasibility of this matter with you." Scrimgeour tapped his finger on the table, making a "dong-dong-dong" sound, "I have discussed this matter with Secretary Fudge in detail, and he agrees with this point of view.
.”
"in particular……"
Having said this, Scrimgeour showed a trace of sarcasm on his face, "Secretary Fudge was so prestigious in the world before, but now he is so embarrassed."
Anton raised his eyebrows, "So Minister Fudge signed the order?"
"Haha~", Scrimgeour couldn't help but laugh out loud, and nodded Anton, "It seems that old Ronaldo really taught you something, this old fox!"
Blame-shifting culture.
According to old Ronaldo, the officials at the Ministry of Magic have a magical high-level skill - the black pot disappears inexplicably while being tossed around at high speed.
Scrimgeour's face turned solemn, "You do what you have to do, and I'll do mine. That's it. Don't get involved in things that shouldn't be involved."
Anton nodded and pointed to the red dot on the map on the wall, "Is that tracking magic? I found that the red dot will move on the map?"
"Contract magic!"
Scrimgeour took out a box from under the table and placed it on his desk.
"The Wizengamot Book of Judgment has contract magic. Everyone who signs and bonds will be displayed on the map. After the sentence in the Judgment Book expires, it will be automatically eliminated."
He spread his hands and said, "It's not a very useful magic. There are too many ways to avoid this. It can only be used as a reference."
Anton nodded thoughtfully. A powerful wizard like Sirius who participated in the creation of the Marauder's Map would not be easy to deal with this kind of map magic.
"I still have a lot of things to do, let's keep the story short."
Scrimgeour knocked on the box in front of him, "There are a total of 3 box magics that can be transferred according to the program for you to learn. After you learn it, come to me to exchange for another one. When the time comes, I hope you can also use Box 666.
Returning, for such an important moment, I don’t want too much box magic to appear outside the Ministry of Magic.”
"OK."
Scrimgeour did not explain the magic in the box, but followed the procedure and took out the confidential document for Anton to sign, and then let Anton leave first.
When Anton walked to the door and was about to open the office door, Scrimgeour's voice came faintly from behind.
"I think you are not suitable to be an Auror, which is why I didn't make you a regular one."
"You have a loose nature and love freedom, so it's impossible for you to accept Auror's rules."
"And I hope to ensure the purity of the Auror office. Even if we lose such a powerful combat force like you, I hope that this department can operate efficiently and effectively."
"So, you will always be known as the Auror trainee."
"When you finish teaching the prisoners of Azkaban, I will ask you for credit. You can now start thinking about which department you want to go to. I will provide all necessary support as the director of the Auror Office."
Anton looked back at him, thought for a moment, and nodded seriously, "You are a respectable person. It is not easy for you to stick to your principles in the Ministry of Magic."
Scrimgeour was stunned, "I thought you would hate me."
Anton chuckled, "I don't hate it, and I don't like it either."
"..."
After Anton left, Scrimgeour sat in the dark and was silent for a long time, "Don't hate it, don't like it either? This should be the greatest kindness I have ever received in my life. After all, everyone seems to hate me, haha~"
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The box given by Scrimgeour was numbered 411, and inside was a magic spell, "The Countercurrent of the Giant."
As the name suggests, the effect of the spell can cause a giant object flying towards you to fly back along the same trajectory.
Abbreviation: Go back where you came from.
Anton returned to the school cabin and collapsed comfortably on the sofa on the second floor. While reading this book, he suddenly sat up again.
This thing...
Are the missiles stored in the Auror Office for use against Muggles?
The first half of the book tells the historical background of the invention of this curse. In ancient times, there was a war between Muggles. Unfortunately, the castle where wizards were hiding was in a war zone.
At that time, the Muggle army brought in more than a dozen trebuchets and bombed the castle in turns, which made the wizard's scalp numb.
In that era before the Muggle expulsion spell had been invented, in that era before 'Apparition' had become popular, no matter how much astronomy knowledge the wizard had, it would not help.
Later, he was lucky enough not to be smashed to death, but he also witnessed countless familiar people being smashed into pieces by huge stones. The wizard learned from the pain and invented this curse.
In subsequent dissemination, it was improved several times.
Finally it fell into the hands of the Ministry of Magic. Aurors once experimented with this spell on a Muggle battlefield.
The effect is excellent.
But there is a limitation. When the flying giant exceeds the threshold of 45.8 tons, this magic is invalid.
This is the result of optimization with the help of an extremely powerful wizard. Well, this wizard is Albus Dumbledore.
"No wonder there is an extra clause in the contract magic document this time. The values in the book cannot be revealed in any way." Anton smacked his mouth, "As long as Muggles don't know this value, they won't dare to move towards the wizarding world easily.
Throw a nuclear bomb."
Of course, in addition to being used to defend against missiles, this thing has too many application scenarios.
For example... take a broomstick and shoot at the oncoming plane.
Or meteorites falling from the sky.
Anton doubted whether the power of this spell could make the meteorites fly back to the original point in the universe.
Well, this is definitely not impossible, after all, he has just figured out the underlying logic of magic.
Well, humans generally have an almost similar instinctive reaction and desire to incoming damage - go back!
As long as this instinctive emotion can be mobilized and resonate with the human subconscious, the absolute effect will be invincible.
Anton fumbled with his wand thoughtfully, looked at the fat ball flying in from the balcony with an owl in its mouth, and chuckled, "The giant thing is flowing against the flow!"
Hugh~
The light of the curse flashed.
The fat ball flapped its wings and flew out with a confused expression.
"Quack quack..."
"This is so interesting!"
"As long as we make good use of the collective emotions of mankind, we can bring more possibilities to the curse!"
You know, the fat ball that just flew upside down is only a small size, and it is not considered a "giant object" at all!
…
"嘤嘤嘤~~"
A fat ball means you are hurt.
It raised one of its wings and ate while Anton chattered. Anton mixed the potion and ingredients with an apologetic look on his face, and finally served the meatballs on an exquisite gilt plate and placed them in front of it.
Only then did he shut his mouth.
Then, Anton picked up the injured owl.
He was obviously hurt by the wizard's spell. His eyes were closed and he looked very bad.
Even so, its feet were still clutching its master's letter - We have found Death Eaters, we are ambushed, requesting backup, Montgomery.