All things are three at Hogwarts

"Due to Scrimgeour's stubborn character, the time we agreed with him is a little later than yours..." Bones looked at his pocket watch, readjusted his monocle and said apologetically. , "We feel that communicating with you first... will be more conducive to the development of the matter."

Hermione looked a little unhappy when she heard this. It was obvious that he had done something and wanted to beg for mercy, but it turned out that it was them who begged for mercy. However, Allen was calm. During the next waiting time, they Some of the news chats were relatively light-hearted, and no one mentioned the controversy about the Ministry of Magic’s previous actions.

Just when Dumbledore's bottle of mead was bottoming out, bright green flames suddenly appeared in the empty grate under the marble fireplace in Grindelwald's house. Just like this, he watched Scrimgeour appear in the middle of the flames, as fast as a top The ground kept spinning. A few seconds later, Scrimgeour stepped over the grate, his tawny hair and thick eyebrows stained with some stove ashes. He stood on the fine carpet in the living room. A feather duster flew over automatically and dusted his blue-black cloak. Ashes on sleeves.

When Scrimgeour raised his face, Allen found that he was much older than the last time they met. His gray hair was a little disheveled, he was thin and haggard but his expression was serious. His sharp eyes like looking at prey fell on everyone one by one. passed, and finally landed on the empty wine glasses and bottles.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became stagnant. Foley felt a little uneasy and instinctively moved in the direction of Bones.

"It seems that the discussion has ended? Is there any result? So what have you decided to do with me?" Scrimgeour waved away the feather duster, took off his outermost cloak, and put it on his arm, directly on the left side. He sat down on the vacant single sofa, just to Dumbledore's right, facing Allen.

"I came here today just for peace talks." Foley twirled the wine glass in his hand. Although he felt that Scrimgeour was ungrateful, he still comforted him with a smile: "Rufus, we talked about some other issues before. Oh my god. We are here just to have peace talks.”

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"Rufus, there are many, many misunderstandings between you." Dumbledore conjured another wine glass, poured all the remaining mead into the empty glass, and directed the glass to fly towards Scrimgeour.

"I didn't misunderstand. It's obvious that Harris and the others want to completely control the British wizarding world." Scrimgeour obviously didn't buy Dumbledore's attempt to ease the atmosphere. Unlike Bones, who worshiped Dumbledore almost like a superstition, the essence was Considered a hawk, he has often had disagreements with Dumbledore over the years, and he would show this without scruple or politeness.

When Algee Longbottom saw him talking to Dumbledore so rudely, his eyebrows and beard on his round face knitted together, "Rufus, watch your attitude! Albus is here to help you! You The strike caused so many troubles because of your temper. We are here to mediate for you. Dumbledore doesn't owe you anything, and neither do we!"

Scrimgeour sneered: "I thought about it before I went on strike and before I did this. The worst I can do is go to jail. If this can arouse..."

"Rufus." Dumbledore interrupted the Director of the Auror Office, and he smiled, "You know we are here for peace talks today, but you are here now. I think this is enough to show that we are both willing to listen to each other's side of the story. heart, isn’t it?” He pointed to the cup that flew in front of Scrimgeour, “Can I buy you a drink now?”

Scrimgeour's expression was as if he had been slapped in the face. His back stiffened and he pinched his finger bones. In the end, he did not get angry and reprimand, but stretched out his hand to take the wine glass and sniffed the wine in the glass vigorously. He looked at them expressionlessly and drank the wine in one gulp as if nothing had happened.

Then Scrimgeour's tone was still stiff, but he said in a slightly softer tone: "So Dumbledore, what do you want to say when you invite me over? Or does Principal Harris have some objections to me, the director of the Auror Office?" What instructions?"

Allen, who didn't speak, just touched Hermione's hand to prevent her from refuting, and just shrugged at the apologetic look cast by Foley.

"Rufus, this arson case has exposed the harm caused by divisions within the Ministry of Magic. We are gathered here today to eliminate the differences between you, so that ordinary people in the wizarding world do not have to be affected by your disputes. More harm." Dumbledore crossed his hands on his knees, his long silver-white beard hanging to the ground.

"Misunderstanding? I witnessed with my own eyes that the rights of those of us officials who did not fall in favor of Harris in the Ministry of Magic were gradually emptied. As the director of the Auror Office, their actions began to completely bypass me, and I saw with my own eyes how Harris and the others The evil witch who violently enforces the law..." Scrimgeour placed the wine glass heavily on the table, staring at Allen with cold eyes, but in the end he did not say the three words Penello, "Such an abuse of power, if I don't Protest, no further action...the Ministry of Magic will no longer be the Ministry of Magic for ordinary wizards in Britain."

"Rufus, don't let your prejudice against Harris blind you from seeing the truth." Dumbledore still maintained a smile on his face, but his eyes became colder. "You have dedicated your life to fighting dark wizards. This is very important." Respectable, but so has Harris in recent years..."

Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore with cold, scrutinizing eyes, "I don't believe you haven't heard of their violent behavior, Dumbledore, just because witches work in their family?"

"Those wizards who were arrested were all related to the Death Eaters and violently resisted arrest!" Hermione shook off Allen's hand on hers and sat up straight, like a sword showing its edge. Lanffindor Sword, "According to the law, Aurors have the right to use force in this situation, giving priority to protecting their own personal safety, and then successfully arresting the target."

"I don't think those female shop assistants will pose any threat to our well-trained Aurors." Scrimgeour asked, "So, do you plan to pursue a career in magical law in the future? Miss Granger..."

"No, I hope to do something good in the world!" Hermione retorted, "Now Aurors can get the right to fire at times like this. If I remember correctly, it was Mr. Scrimgeour who was in the World Cup world with Harry at that time. Minister Sri Lanka has joined forces to promote this, it is a law of your own setting."

"Rufus! Legally speaking, there is nothing worth criticizing in Miss Granger's words!" Bones retorted Scrimgeour disapprovingly.

Foley felt more and more that it was a mistake to support Scrimgeour. He had supported him for so long without getting much in return, and he liked to make trouble without saying anything. Moreover, this ungrateful old lion is so stubborn that now he even makes sarcastic remarks to Hermione Granger, a well-reputed witch who actually has no conflict of interest with him.

Seeing that the other party was talking about Hermione, Allen spoke in a very calm tone: "So, what I have never understood is, Mr. Scrimgeour, what are your demands after the strike? Unlike those Italian wizards, they at least Crazy demands were made, asking to build a temple of their own faith on the floating city and even expel the Ravenclaw temple... But I noticed you, you and your patrol Aurors, more just shouting protests there... But your demands What is it?"