Scrimgeour took his eyes away from his pocket watch and looked sideways at the fog clinging to the window glass. A rare hint of worry appeared on his young face. Ever since the dementors fell to the mysterious man, these damn monsters
It floated all over the UK, unscrupulously ingesting the happy memories of Muggles, constantly multiplying, and eventually formed these strange fogs, but the Ministry of Magic was powerless to do anything about it.
Even Muggles noticed something was wrong. In late June, the sky was filled with cold mist...it looked very abnormal.
Scrimgeour took a sip of black tea and heard light footsteps coming from beside him. He slowly turned around and looked at the stranger sitting opposite him, and soon realized who he was.
In order to ensure the safety of this meeting, both of them used compound potions to disguise themselves as Muggles.
It is obviously a normal thing for two young people to meet for tea and chat in a beverage shop. No wizard would waste his limited time and energy on Muggles.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Albert smiled apologetically at Scrimgeour.
"Waited for about five minutes." Scrimgeour didn't care that the other party was late. He suspected that Albert had repeatedly confirmed that the surroundings were safe before coming to see him.
In fact, Scrimgeour guessed correctly, Albert did arrive earlier than Scrimgeour, but for safety reasons, he did not show up for the time being, but first made sure that the surroundings were safe before coming to see Scrimgeour.
"As an apology for being late, I'm treating you today." Albert turned his head and said to the waiter, "A cup of cappuccino."
After Scrimgeour waited for the girl to walk away, he turned his attention back to the strange young man in front of him. He lowered his voice and said, "You should have noticed that it has been a mess lately. We need your help."
"No, no, you don't need it. There's not much I can do to help you." Albert said unhurriedly. He knew exactly what Scrimgeour was saying and what he wanted to do.
To be honest, he is disgusted with the so-called "righteousness", and can even be regarded as disgusting and disgusting.
"Everyone needs you."
Scrimgeour sighed in his heart, knowing that his plan to get Albert's help failed, but he still continued to fight, "Besides, I think senior assistant is also a good job, and many people are eager to..."
"I already have a job. If you pay attention, you will find that I wrote a book a while ago, and it will be officially sold in the next few days." Albert interrupted with a smile, and took the book from his shoulder bag.
He took out a book and handed it to Scrimgeour opposite.
Scrimgeour glanced at the "Guide to Self-Defense" and fell into a brief silence.
"Is this considered promoting his new book?" Scrimgeour flipped through the catalog of "Self-Defense Guide" and found an advertisement for a black magic defense item embedded in the book. His expression was particularly complicated.
"You can think of it this way, the price is fair and cheap, all you need is..." Albert raised two fingers.
"Sir, your cappuccino." The waitress placed the coffee in front of Albert.
"Thanks."
Albert picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste could only be said to be okay.
"You'll come in handy."
Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, but he did not refuse the other party's kindness. He actually knew that the Ministry of Magic's safety manual for dealing with Death Eaters was completely useless. Many employees could not even recite a decent Iron Armor Charm. On the contrary, there was one in the "Self-Defense Guide"
Teach everyone how to protect themselves in danger. Dark magic defense items can effectively resist evil spells, if they really work.
"Do you really want to stop thinking about it? I will definitely give you a satisfactory price?" Scrimgeour is not going to give up yet. Even though he actually dislikes Albert, he still needs to waste more words to win over him.
Can accurately predict the future, not to mention Scrimgeour has not forgotten the prophecy about his own death.
To be honest, he didn't want to die, so it was necessary to win over Albert.
"Why don't you try to solve the problem yourself?" Albert said softly.
"I think..." Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, looked at Albert and said calmly, "Okay, maybe we should bring the topic back to the topic. You are definitely not trying to sell me the book and the advertisement.
You just came to see me, right?"
"I'm getting married!" Albert suddenly said.
"What?"
Scrimgeour was in a daze and couldn't recover for a moment. He didn't understand what Albert meant by what he said.
Moreover, didn't he just graduate from Hogwarts the day before yesterday?
"This wedding is destined to be uneven." Albert's tone was very calm, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.
"You want me to..."
Scrimgeour suddenly guessed what Albert meant. Was he planning to use the power of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic?
However, Albert's next words stunned Scrimgeour.
"You guessed wrong." Albert shook his head.
"Wrong guess?" Scrimgeour frowned.
"Those people hate me. They will probably come."
"If you want it..." Scrimgeour was interrupted again by Albert before he finished speaking.
"It seems that long-term work has made your brain less bright. I suggest you drink some tea first and taste what I mean." Albert was disgusted with Scrimgeour's politician thinking.
Scrimgeour frowned deeply, not liking what Albert said. The other person seemed to be mocking him for being a fool.
"Your thinking model is wrong." Albert reminded kindly, "This is fatal."
"He relies on this."
As he spoke, Albert waved his fist slightly and said.
"And you rely on this." Albert pointed to his mouth.
Scrimgeour's frown deepened, thinking about the meaning of Albert's words. If the fist represents power, what does the mouth represent?
say?
"To be honest, I'm very unhappy." Albert put down the tea cup and looked at Scrimgeour calmly, "Of course, this matter is also a good opportunity for you. I know you can't find anyone, I hope
Find them through me."
Scrimgeour looked up at Albert.
"Now, they deliver it to the door themselves." Albert reminded.
"Send it to your door yourself?" Scrimgeour suddenly understood the meaning of Albert's words, "You mean..."
"Yes, the risk is a bit high, but the advantage is on your side. You can consider it because the choice is yours."
"Are you planning to..." Scrimgeour looked at Albert in surprise.
"I can totally change the wedding venue." Albert took out the wooden box from his shoulder bag and pushed it in front of Scrimgeour. After opening it, there were some hair with name tags on it, a small bottle of compound potion and
A silver card.
The meaning is already obvious, let the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic disguise themselves as guests and ambush the Death Eaters who come to cause trouble.
"It seems that you have already prepared everything." Scrimgeour didn't like the feeling of being led around, but it made him confirm the terrifying nature of the young man in front of him.
This was a clear arrangement between the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, and Scrimgeour could not refuse because Albert gave him what he wanted, even though he knew that he was being used by the other party.
"This is one of the few opportunities you have," Albert said softly, "If I were you I wouldn't give them a chance."
"It's surprising, I didn't expect you to say that."
Scrimgeour didn't expect that Albert actually asked him to kill the Death Eaters directly.
"Unless you have made up your mind, it is best not to touch that position." Albert reminded kindly, "If you get what you want, there will be no turning back and don't have any expectations. The current one is undoubtedly very smart."
"Did you do what happened a while ago?" Scrimgeour suddenly asked.
"I just reminded him that there are not so many coincidences in the world." Albert said softly, "There is no doubt that he has understood."
Scrimgeour's expression was complicated. As he expected, the matter of the Death Eaters being blamed at the Ministry of Magic was indeed related to Albert.
"Think about it!" Albert said with a smile.
"Consider, you didn't intend for me to think about it from the beginning, did you?" Scrimgeour closed the lid and laughed at himself.
Neither the Ministry of Magic nor he had a choice.
Now is undoubtedly the best time to attack the Death Eaters. Albert Anderson obviously foresaw something in advance and set up this trap, intending to use the Ministry of Magic to attack the Death Eaters. He may even have seen the outcome long ago.
"Who won?" Scrimgeour asked confusedly.
"You." Albert said matter-of-factly, "Only if you are prepared."
"That's enough."
"By the way, there is one more thing." Albert said suddenly.
"What's up?"
"I guess Bones will be gone in a while."
"You are reminding me, oh, you still don't want to..."
"There are some things that you and I can't change, unless it's Mr. Principal." Albert drank all the coffee in his cup and said softly: "You want to ask me why I didn't tell him?"
"I actually reminded them, whether it's you, Bones, or the principal, but...sometimes it can't be solved by reminding them. Cassandra is the best example."
Scrimgeour took a deep look at Albert, and he knew what he meant. If Bones died, it was entirely his own fault.
Isn't this a warning to him?
He reminded me that if you don't listen, don't blame him if you die.
"Bones is so dedicated." Albert shrugged.
"Dedicated?"
Scrimgeour felt that there was a strong sense of ridicule in these words,
However, he had already marked Amelia Bones for death. According to Albert, the mysterious man would do it himself, so Dumbledore was needed.
Aurors can't stop You-Know-Who.
Dumbledore obviously couldn't provide shelter to Amelia Bones forever if You-Know-Who really wanted to murder her.
Hiding was undoubtedly the best option, but Amelia Bones obviously refused, so Albert said she was too dedicated.
So, what about himself?
"Happy cooperation!" Scrimgeour reached out to Albert, "I hope to get your help before then to make the plan go smoothly. As for the advertisement in the book, if it is practical, I will consider it."
Fudge's resignation is inevitable. If Amelia Bones really dies, then Scrimgeour feels that he will really become the new minister. This is a crisis for him, but it is also an opportunity.
Otherwise, according to normal procedures, he would have no chance of becoming the Minister of Magic, and this gift from Albert would undoubtedly help him secure that position.
Before leaving, Albert gave Scrimgeour another letter, paid the money at the counter, and left directly.
"What a disgusting guy." Scrimgeour glanced at the letter in his hand, then looked at Albert's leaving back, and muttered in a low voice.
He hates Albert's indifference to the director of the Auror office, hates that the other party uses him to fight the Death Eaters, hates the feeling of being led by the nose, hates... Scrimgeour can easily think of ten reasons to hate the other party.
, however, Albert gave him something he couldn't refuse. No matter how much he hated the other party, he had to hold his nose and deal with the other party in a nice voice, and the other party obviously knew this.
"it's over?"
As soon as Albert left the cold drink shop, he saw the blonde girl walking towards him with two burgers and handed one of them to his hand.
After Isobel learned that Albert planned to see Scrimgeour, she took the initiative to help with the sentry. Originally, Albert had no intention of asking the other party to help, but Isobel insisted and he did not refuse.
"It's over, it went well." Albert asked with a smile, "Go home now, or should you wander around again?"
"Go home, the weather is very bad today!" Isobel said without thinking.
"go home!"
Albert took Isobel's arm, walked towards the next corner, and disappeared into the alley when no one noticed.
The two turned a few corners and, with the help of the house elf, successfully returned to the safe house.
"When did you convince Scrimgeour?" Isobel asked, taking a bite of her burger.
"A long time ago, it was not difficult to convince them, just give them what they want." Albert took a few bites of the hamburger from Isobel and said, "Eat less of these things, it is easy to gain weight, which will make it difficult for families to raise children.
The elves prepare delicious and healthy food for you."
"It shouldn't matter if you eat it occasionally." Isobel muttered.
"Where did you go just now?"
"I bought you something delicious." Albert said with a smile, "You probably rarely taste Muggle food."
"I heard everything just now." Katrina narrowed her eyes and said.
"If you don't eat it, you'll give it to the house elves." Albert reminded.
"Who said I won't eat."
Katrina took out her wand, split the burger in half, and shared it with Isobel. Just like Isobel said, it doesn't matter if you eat a small amount.
"It's a bit like a sandwich, but better than a sandwich." Katrina commented simply, "By the way, what were you doing with Scrimgeour just now?"
"Are you curious?"
"Can't tell?" Katrina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I asked him to help deal with the Death Eaters who might come to disrupt the wedding."
"Making trouble?" Katrina opened her mouth.
"Don't worry, everything is going according to plan." Albert said confidently, "Since those people want to cause trouble, they have to pay a price for it."
