Anton did not hide the fact that he heard their conversation. After Lucius left, he asked Scrimgeour with a puzzled look on his face.
When I hear such a Muggle term in the wizarding world, I have an inexplicable illusion that things are different and people are different.
Scrimgeour walked to the shelf next to the office with a slight limp, flipped through it, found a copy of the "Today's Prophet" newspaper and threw it in front of Anton.
"After you were imprisoned in Azkaban, three news items appeared in succession that caused a huge sensation."
"The skin slough of a basilisk was found in Hogwarts College, and it is suspected that Dumbledore was raising this terrible monster in the school."
"The last thing is this." Scrimgeour pointed his finger at the magical photo on the front page of the newspaper. "This reporter obviously doesn't even know what the website is. He just blindly said that Muggles are hiding the 'occult power' organization.
location and members."
"In the beginning, this website was like a forum for occult enthusiasts. It would always post some occult information, but we didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it would always come up with weird stories about aliens and mysterious schools.
Ruins, shabby houses in the wilderness and the like.”
"Until some time before this report appeared, a large number of information updates suddenly appeared on this website, pointing directly at the 'wizards' group."
"This gives us some bad signs..."
Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and slowly uttered a few words, "Witch Hunt."
A trace of absurdity appeared inexplicably on Anton's face, "Oh, although being prepared for danger in times of peace is a good quality, but isn't this too sensitive? Maybe it's just a revelation from someone who wants to show off that he knows the inside story, so why does it involve a witch hunt?
Already?"
"Ha~"
Scrimgeour picked up his hat from the shelf and put it on, "Follow me."
It seemed like he was going somewhere, but in fact he was coming out of the Auror command room, then walking to Scrimgeour's office next door, and entering through the 'back door' that Ronaldo said.
Just for a moment, Anton felt as if his whole world had turned upside down.
He shook his head and was surprised to find that he was in a well-lit office building.
There were rows of ancient-looking computers, and employees were sitting in front of them. Some were typing on the keyboard quickly, and some took a magic camera and took a picture at the computer screen, causing a large pile of white smoke to rise.
"Damn it!" A bald middle-aged man slapped the computer's large milky-white framed monitor, unplugged the power cord cleanly, waited a few seconds, plugged it back in, and pressed the power-on button again.
After a while, a string of codes that Anton was familiar with appeared on the screen. The middle-aged man quickly entered commands. A page with a blue background appeared on the screen - Windows 3.0, and then there was a long wait...
Anton came to the window and looked down from upstairs. He could see the red phone booth at the Ministry of Magic's guest entrance, graffiti-covered streets and a bar that looked pretty good.
"How is it? Unbelievable, isn't it?" Scrimgeour smiled, "The Ministry of Magic prohibits the proliferation of Muggle items, but a Muggle network information collection company has been established here."
Anton smiled slightly and felt a little nostalgic when he saw that the middle-aged man's computer screen finally skipped the startup interface.
If I remember correctly, or if the development of this world is the same as my own, Netscape browser will be released next year, and win95 will be released the year after that.
Scrimgeour found a computer that was browsing the 'Mysterious Power' forum and asked Anton to come over and open a post.
The title is - Beware of those in robes: where are they?
In a long list, Anton was surprised to find the street near the White Hall where the Ministry of Magic is located, the street where St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies is located, the street where the Leaky Cauldron is located, and other places that Anton is familiar with.
.
He even saw a message - King's Cross Station!
!You will see a large number of people wearing robes here in September!
"They are summarizing our patterns bit by bit, and they even know where we will appear better than we do."
"Simple Muggle banishing spells and oblivion spells are no longer able to stop the spread of this news."
"The opinion given by the Muggle Prime Minister is to actively establish a large number of similar websites to disrupt the source of information in a confusing way."
"Anthony..." Scrimgeour turned his head, stared at Anton seriously, and said earnestly, "Times have changed."
"Now that the company we are seeing is the secret of the Auror Office, if it is spread, the Ministry of Magic will shut down this place as soon as possible and cut off all sources of funding."
"But I still want you to know, not because I regard you as a member of the Auror Office."
"But I know that you are such a powerful wizard." Scrimgeour shook his palm and shrugged, "I saw your spell piercing the sky with my own eyes. It wasn't until the afternoon that I learned that a satellite was
You destroyed it. Then at night, Lucius told me that you had figured out how to resist the death curse! It was incredible."
"You are destined to become a top wizard. I am very sure that you are powerful enough now."
"Look at this website. Do you know that there are now more than one million Internet users in the UK? Do you know how many people will have seen this forum?"
"It's becoming increasingly difficult to hide your identity in the wizarding world."
"Those wizards who have experienced modern history and entered the modern era all think that the current model is enough for us to live in our own world easily, but it is not!"
"I very much hope that you can seriously think about the 'witch hunts' that are very likely to occur in the future, which are more terrifying than those in history."
"This is not an order, just a friendly reminder."
"You live in the wizarding world, you are a member of the wizards." Scrimgeour clicked on the huge and bulky monitor screen, "These curious people will eventually find us."
Anton was a little silent and didn't speak.
People are sometimes very strange animals. While his heart is telling him, 'This is none of my business,' at the same time, figures are flashing around crazily. There are family members like Lupine Anna and Ron George.
Relatives like Fred, classmates like Draco, teachers like Professor Snape, inexplicable fanatics like Amy, colleagues like Montgomery and old Ronaldo...
Scrimgeour looked at Anton's expression, smiled, and took him back to the Auror command room with no intention of asking Anton to express his position.
Bang~
Bang~
Two boxes appeared on the desk.
"After learning these two box magics, I have fulfilled my promise. At the same time, your appointment to be deployed to Azkaban will also come down. It is a special appointment as an expert, so you can arrange your time freely.
"
"At the same time, I also hope that you can start to consider other departments of the Ministry of Magic. I will give you the greatest support in your promotion. This is my promise."
Anton smacked his mouth and nodded.
The next step was to sign the box magic confidentiality documents. Anton still looked at each one carefully before signing his name.
At the end, Anton stared at Scrimgeour, "Essentially, I am not a politician, so you don't have to worry about my political stance. I will become Grindelwald, or You-Know-Who, or Dumbledore, no, I won't.
.”
"I will become a scholar, like Nicolas Flamel."
"I can't guarantee what kind of role I will be if there is a war between the wizarding world and the Muggle world. After all, nothing has happened yet."
"But one thing is that at least I will research some magic spells suitable for the new era, at least so that wizards will not be easily killed by a bullet."
After speaking, Anton turned around and left with two boxes.
Wow~
Scrimgeour held a cigarette in his mouth, lit the match, and looked dimly at the direction Anton left.