HP Magic Biography

They were getting close, Harry thought, to the reason for Scrimgeour's visit.

Scrimgeour wanted to talk to him, which, in Harry's opinion, was no different from the guy who was going to help him publish a book before he couldn't remember his name.

They were all disturbing guys, especially those who tried their best to interview him, and they were definitely the worst group in Harry's eyes.

In fact, it is difficult for Harry to have any good feelings for the Ministry of Magic. It has to be said that this is definitely due to Fudge and Umbridge.

In Hogwarts, the name of the pink toad is not a joke, one can imagine how much Umbridge is...

annoying?

And Fudge, Harry will never forget Fudge's transformation before and after, it's hard to say who can be happy after being suspected for a whole year, and then being described as a lunatic in the newspaper.

And this sentiment has naturally continued to the current Ministry of Magic. In essence, it is just a policy change. However, in essence, what is the Ministry of Magic's face...

...I think Dumbledore has discussed these matters with you, right? Scrimgeour didn't say much, and asked directly.

This made Harry feel very complicated. He had to admit that Scrimgeour belonged to the main combat faction. Naturally, he could be classified into their camp, but in fact, Harry did not agree with many of Scrimgeour's actions. Dumbledore, Scrimgeour and Dumbledore disagree on the solution of many things.

It's not just Hogwarts, it's everywhere now, especially with the premise of the Order of the Phoenix.

A recognized regime naturally cannot tolerate an uncontrolled and powerful fighting organization, and in fact, Harry never thought that the Minister of Magic would not know that there was such a thing as the Order of the Phoenix.

Fan Lin told Harry that there can only be one between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic. Under the threat of Voldemort, they may still be able to coexist, but in fact...

Harry weighed carefully whether to lie or not.

He saw the little footprints the goblin had left around the flower bed and a torn piece of cloth on the ground where Fred had caught the goblin, which was now hanging from the Christmas tree in a tutu.

In the end, he decided to tell the truth...or part of the truth.

Yes, we discussed it. Harry said hesitantly.

Talked, talked... said Scrimgeour. Harry saw Scrimgeour squinting at him out of the corner of his eye, and he feigned great interest in a goblin poking out a pouch from under a frozen rhododendron.

And what did Dumbledore tell you, Harry?

Sorry, it's between me and him, said Harry. He tried his best to make his voice as kind as possible, and Scrimgeour spoke again in a light and friendly tone, Oh, of course, if it involves credit issues, then you don't need to leak the secret ... no, no ... but Does it really matter if you're the one, anyway?

In fact, Harry hated the title, what the real man, the chosen one...the savior...

For Harry, this was definitely not a recognition. He had heard the prophecy, and at the same time knew that it was Voldemort's choice. In fact, the current situation had nothing to do with him.

Harry considered it for a few seconds before answering.

I don't know what you mean, Minister.

Well, of course, that would be very important to you, said Scrimgeour, laughing. But to wizarding society as a whole... it's just a feeling, isn't it? It's people who believe that matters.

Harry didn't speak. He felt vaguely aware of the purpose of their conversation, but he was not going to help Scrimgeour achieve it.

The goblin under the rhododendron was digging for worms at the base of the flower, and Harry stared at it intently.

You know, people believe you're the one, Scrimgeour said.

They think you must be the hero - and of course Harry, you're a hero whether you're the one or not! How many times have you faced the man who can't even be named? Anyway,

He continued without waiting for Harry's answer. The point is, you're a symbol of hope to many people, Harry. People want someone who is able, even destined, to take down the man who can't even be named - well, of course that can inspire people and I can't help but feel that once you realize that, you put it As, well, it's almost your duty to side with the Ministry to inspire everyone.

That goblin just managed to catch a worm. Now trying to drag it hard trying to get it out of the frozen ground.

Harry was silent for a long time. Harry was really not interested in Scrimgeour's words, to be exact, even disgusted.

What do others think?

Sorry, maybe I haven't been so great for a long time.

It's just that Voldemort is Harry's enemy, and we all don't have the power to win this war with one blow. It doesn't matter to anyone else, and Harry doesn't want to think about others at all.

Harry just wanted to keep himself alive, but Voldemort kept making trouble.

Scrimgeour looked at Harry, then at the goblin, and said, Funny little fellow, isn't he? But what are you trying to say, Harry?

I'm not sure exactly what you want, said Harry slowly, 'side with the Ministry'... what does that mean?

Oh, well, there's really no burden at all, I assure you, said Scrimgeour. For example, if you go in and out of the Ministry of Magic from time to time, you can give people a positive impression. Of course, when you are there, you will have ample opportunity to get in touch with my successor, Gawain Robards, He's the current Head of the Auror Office. Dolores Umbridge told me that you hope to become an Auror someday. Well, that's easy to arrange—

Harry felt anger churning in the back of his stomach: So Umbridge's still at the Ministry, isn't it?

This was definitely not something to live with, and in fact, Umbridge should never have been dragged out of the Forbidden Forest by Dumbledore.

So basically, said Harry, making it sound like he was trying to straighten out a few facts, you want to give the impression that I work for the Ministry?

It would be a huge relief for everyone if they felt you were more involved with us, Harry, Scrimgeour sounded relieved to see Harry figured it out so quickly.

'The Right One', you know...is all about giving people hope that something exciting is happening...

But if I keep going in and out of the Ministry, said Harry, still trying to keep his tone friendly, doesn't it look like I agree with everything the Ministry decides?

That's really out of the question, especially with the Ministry of Magic.

Well, Scrimgeour frowned, well, yes, that's part of us wanting you—

Perhaps, you have found the wrong person. Harry said, Actually, it is useless for you to come to me. Maybe you can persuade Dumbledore or Van Lin, whichever one, to help the Ministry of Magic. They're all bigger than me.

You think so? Scrimgeour looked at Harry strangely, I can understand Dumbledore, but that Fan Lin is probably just a...

A shrewd brat, said Harry. Maybe Ms. Umbridge still hates him, but in fact, there may be some things you don't quite know, Minister Scrimgeour.

I'm not sure? What is it? Scrimgeour asked in puzzlement. Apart from a brief contact with Fan Lin in the Quidditch World Cup, it can be said that Scrimgeour has no impression of Fan Lin.

All the attention of the Ministry of Magic is now on Harry and Dumbledore. As for Van Lin, Hermione, or Neville, who cares?

That is, a man who was able to hurt Voldemort and save me from the Death Eaters several times.

Hurt Voldemort? said Scrimgeour. Is it true?

As you can see, I think I can stand here and have a good conversation with you, I really have to thank my good friend. Harry said, looking at Scrimgeour with burning eyes.

So, he will agree to...

His maternal grandparents were also the Minister of Magic, in the East, I suppose, which is more interesting to you, isn't it?

So, where is he? There... I don't see him, said Scrimgeour.

However, I advise you, Minister Scrimgeour, that I hope you can see some facts.

What facts? You or your friends would agree...

No, I don't think that's going to work, and I'm sure Van Lin wouldn't agree either, he's a very good idea, said Harry cheerfully. You see, I don't like some of the things the Ministry of Magic is doing right now. Like arresting Stan Sampak.

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, but the expression on his face became more serious.

I don't expect you or anyone else to understand, he could no longer hide the anger in his voice the way Harry had. These are dangerous times and something has to be done. You're only sixteen—

Dumbledore is far more than sixteen, and he doesn't think Stan should be in Azkaban, Harry shot back immediately. You're making Stan a scapegoat, which is as meaningless as trying to make me your mascot!

They stared at each other long and firmly. Finally Scrimgeour stopped pretending to be friendly and said, I see. You'd prefer - like your hero Dumbledore - to separate from the magic part?

I don't want to be used, Harry said.

Some would say it's your responsibility to be used by the Ministry of Magic!

Yeah, but others would say it's your responsibility to check people are real Death Eaters before you put them in jail! Harry snapped. You're doing what Barty Crouch did. You guys, you've always been a mess, haven't you? When Fudge was around, people got murdered right under his nose, and he's just making it up , and while you were here, you threw innocent people into prison, and you pretended to have someone who was right for you!

So you're not the one? said Scrimgeour. I remember you saying that wasn't important anyway?

Harry smiled wryly, It's not important to you, anyway...

I shouldn't have said that, Scrimgeour said at once. Something is wrong—

No, that's the truth, said Harry. The only true thing you've ever said to me! You don't care if I live or die. You care about convincing people that you're going to win the war against Voldemort. I haven't forgotten, Minister... He raised his right fist, icy The scar Umbridge forced him to carve on the back of his hand was a little pale, and it read: I must not lie.

I don't remember you running out to my defense last year when I said Voldemort was back. Last year the Ministry didn't seem all that enthusiastic about making an alliance with me. They stood there, as cold as the ground. The goblin had finally pulled out the worm, and was happily sucking its meal against the lowest branch of the rhododendron bush.

What does Dumbledore want? Scrimgeour asked abruptly. Where did he go when he wasn't at school?

Don't know, Harry said.

You wouldn't tell me if you knew, said Scrimgeour, would you?

Yes, I won't.

Okay, then, I want to see if I can't understand it through other means.

You could try it, said Harry dryly. But you seem smarter than Fudge, and I thought you learned from Fudge. He tried to interfere at Hogwarts. You may have noticed that he is no longer a minister, but Dumbledore is still headmaster. If I'm you, so I won't interfere with Dumbledore. Besides, I want to advise you, this is what my good friends often say to me, recognize the reality, Minister... Harry paused.

The Ministry of Magic isn't safe. In fact, Azkaban is already destroyed, isn't it?

There was a long silence.

Well, it's clear he's done a good job of you, Scrimgeour's eyes were cold and stern behind his metal-framed glasses. You're Dumbledore's man from head to toe, aren't you, Potter?

No. Harry thought for a while, I think, I don't need to be someone else, so to speak, I am me, an independent... wizard?

Really? Scrimgeour asked seriously.

Of course, I think Dumbledore will answer in the same way. Harry said, In fact, to me, Voldemort is just a fucker who has been looking for trouble, and it just so happens that this bastard is extremely powerful, powerful Seeing that many people could not kill him with their joint efforts, and because of some coincidence... I don’t know why, maybe it’s luck, but the gap is obvious, so we have to go together, whether it’s Dumbledore, or It's the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, but you... Scrimgeour opened his mouth, and then thought of the lazy work that Fudge had given him. It was obvious that this was definitely a job that would give everyone a headache.

The magic world is far from being as peaceful as it was in the Daily Prophet. The power of the current Aurors is simply not enough to capture the Death Eaters. Moreover, the long-term disintegration and factional disputes...

Strictly speaking, Scrimgeour himself is a representative of a faction, just like the boy in front of him, representing himself?

It is true to say so, but in any case, in the eyes of others, they are all labeled.

So, you're not going to help the Ministry?

That's the same thing, Minister, I don't think it's very useful. In fact, I'm glad that we don't have to hide it, at least for now. Harry said, and then bowed to Scrimgeour. bowed.

Although I don't quite agree with it, it's still a pleasure to meet you here, Mr. Minister. At least we are not enemies, and of course, we are not friends either.