All things are three at Hogwarts

"It's too difficult to take out things that don't belong to you from Gringotts. Goblins will protect their wealth at all costs." Hermione spread her palms and waved her hands outwards, her voice a little helpless, "I can't think of a suitable one." The goblins have no good opinion of wizards and will never actively cooperate... Since 1865, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to let goblins completely control Gringotts..."

"...There is no conclusive evidence now, and there is no way you can order them to hand over the Horcruxes through administrative means..." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "The Ministry of Magic has never cooperated with goblins, and the Goblin Liaison Office has never cooperated with them. Do not interfere with the behavior of these goblins in Gringotts... Goblins will not ruin their reputation for wizards. This is the foundation of their foundation... I doubt these stingy guys... If that Bellatrix Lestrange dares Appearing in front of them and asking to take out their things, these things will even notify us secretly to avoid taking things that do not belong to them from their banks..."

Penello sneered disdainfully: "So you mean if the goblins are unwilling to cooperate, then you won't destroy the Horcruxes?"

"I mean caution! Do you want to use your usual violent methods to force them to hand over the Horcruxes? This is absolutely not possible, Miss Crevat, this is no longer a matter of the Dark Lord." Scrimgeour seemed a little irritated. , he forcibly endured the emotion of wanting to reprimand Penello, and raised his voice seriously to Penello with a straight face, "Gringotts Bank is the only wizarding bank in the UK. Today, the economy of our wizarding world plays a major role. It is controlled by goblins, so we must not act rashly or solve the problem roughly!"

"You came here today and proposed that you want us to do our best to stop the mysterious man. Isn't that the way to stop it is to ask the goblins to hand over the Horcruxes? In the end, just because the goblins were unwilling, you chose to give up destroying the Horcruxes?" Penello He sneered, "Which one is more harmful, Voldemort or the goblins?"

"Miss Crevat! You should have studied the history of magic! There were two rebellions of goblins in history! Which of them didn't bring bloody and thrilling consequences? This is not how you treat those dark wizards!" Penello looked stern. Looking unconcerned, Scrimgeour left his position and stood up like an angry lion, crackling and said, "Once the competition for Horcrux triggers a third war between goblins and wizards, who will bear the consequences? You or the Harris family, who can afford it?"

Penello did not give in. She stared at the director of the Auror Office with a fierce look on her face: "I don't think these guys who bully the weak and fear the strong can stop anyone! If these goblins face the unreasonable Dark Lord, I think they will quickly Will compromise!"

Scrimgeour continued to roar: "Which Dark Lord are you facing? The third one?!" Scrimgeour felt his body shake violently. He blinked his eyes and shook his head to wake up, and found that he At this time, he was sitting in his seat again.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I am honored that you came to attend my brother's wedding today. I can also understand your rude intrusion into my private reception room, because you told me a piece of information you discovered just to fight against the dark wizard... "Alan continued to stroke the Phoenix Anka on his leg to stop him from getting excited, "But frankly speaking, you never really wanted to cooperate with me, because you were afraid that I would become the third Dark Lord?"

Scrimgeour's tone became softer: "...You should know that your family's behavior has made many people uneasy..."

"I understand..." Alan raised his eyes to look at Scrimgeour and nodded, while his fingers were hooking Anka's chin, making the bird squint his eyes comfortably, "You have been driving resolutely and devotedly to you. Your own goal, you have achieved today's achievements and status without relying on others for so many years. If it were not forced by the situation, you would not be together with those purebloods. If it were not forced by the situation, you would not want to come here today and be with them. I made friends... You told me that you wanted to work with me to support my family... But you had no respect for me at all, you didn't even want to call me principal... You came to my house on my brother's wedding day just to let me know I'll help you deal with the other Dark Lord in your mind..."

Scrimgeour stood up again: "If you have any requests, just ask. As long as it doesn't break the law, I will definitely do it..."

"Skrimgeour... Scrimgeour..." Alan stood up after putting Anka on his shoulders again. He spread his hands, "Because I know who you are, so I have always given you a lot of respect and patience... But in the end What have I done to make you disrespect me so much?"

"Do you think you have something that we can appreciate?" Penello put his hand on his wand, "What qualifications do you think you have to negotiate terms with Allen as equals?!!!"

Scrimgeour, who was still about to speak, suddenly felt his feet suddenly become empty, and his body began to fall. When he lowered his head, he realized that the magic called the door to another world had been opened under him at some point. He did not discover it until he stood on the ground again. At this time, he had left the reception room and was in the garden of Harris Manor.

Among the flowers and flowers, the chattering and laughing sounds of the witches not far away reached his ears. Waiters in white clothes shuttled through the garden carrying various delicacies and drinks. The manor looked like it was prosperous and peaceful.

Knowing that he was being sent off, he snorted coldly and strode out the door for a few steps. But he suddenly froze his body. He turned back angrily and stared at the second floor. He clenched his fists and closed his lips. His face was livid, and the veins on his neck were stretched. He secretly made up his mind that he must stop them, and he must not let Alan Harris and others act so recklessly.

So Scrimgeour began to search in the garden, and finally he saw Dumbledore's pointed wizard's hat swinging back and forth on his head. He quickly took a few steps in Dumbledore's direction. Notifying the other party of what happened in the interview, since Harris did not accept it, he planned to try to contact Dumbledore even though he and the white wizard had been at odds for many years.

But after taking a few steps, Scrimgeour stopped, because when he got closer, he discovered that on Dumbledore's side, several Order of the Phoenix and young wizards had formed a circle around Harry Bo, the Boy Who Lived. Te didn't know why he sat on the ground, but it could be seen that he seemed a little uncomfortable after taking off his glasses, and he was rubbing the wizards around his eyes.

Scrimgeour, realizing that now was not the time to speak, resolutely turned around and strode out of Harris Manor. He planned to have private contact with Dumbledore later.

Harry, who was surrounded in the middle, was sitting on the ground. Dumbledore was raising his hand to touch Harry's forehead through the air. This made Harry feel the pain on his forehead. Ginny knelt beside him. She let Harry lean on her, and waved her hand to reject the kindness of the attendant who approached again.

"Harry, how are you feeling now?"

Harry raised his head and saw Sirius's anxious face among the people surrounding him in a daze. Because he was not wearing glasses, his godfather's face looked a little blurry at this time. He swallowed. Spit: "Sirius, I'm fine, I just have a sudden headache."

Ron quickly picked up a glass of butterbeer and drank a sip from his friend, and then he said: "Harry suddenly started to have a headache again just now. He kept talking gibberish, and he was talking about something probably called Grigovitch." Guy."