All things are three at Hogwarts

Nancy wanted to say something after hearing their argument, but the atmosphere prevented her from saying the words that she knew would not be taken seriously. Allen smiled at her to comfort her.

Rufus Scrimgeour has always disliked the Harris family. Even if the so-called new savior in front of him designed to drive away the mysterious man, the leader of the dark wizards, he still couldn't like it. Obviously with the current strength of the Harris family, they can take more direct and more direct measures. Effective means to deal with the mysterious people, but they did not do that.

From what happened next and from the recent press conference, we can also see the ambition of the Harris family. They are not only satisfied with controlling the Ministry of Magic, but have gone too far. For this reason, Scrimgeour had to agree to the invitations of those pure-blood families and use their power to join forces to resist the Harris family's hegemony to control the magical world.

Now hearing that Alan wanted to interfere with the Auror office, Scrimgeour was disgusted from the bottom of his heart. He felt that this was also one of Harris' attempts to control the Auror office.

"You are so absolute, Mr. Scrimgeour. This is not a matter for one department of the Auror Office." Allen was completely unaffected by the other party's toughening momentum and leaned forward slightly, "I can get the Department of Magical Law Enforcement With permission from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, although it’s a bit more troublesome, we can still do all this legally and compliantly.”

"Professor Harris, you will take charge of this matter with Legilimency..." Scrimgeour sat upright, "If you know the exact location of the mysterious person from her memory, then you must immediately lead the team to solve the mystery. Man. As long as you agree to this matter, my subordinates and I will be willing to listen to your orders without any hesitation."

"There is no need to be so nervous between us..." Allen paused. Although Scrimgeour was too stubborn, his purpose was indeed to fight against the dark wizard. He softened his tone and continued, "We You have to be more cautious, if you just rush in like that and let him escape, it won't be so easy to catch him next time."

Stringer's attention was all on Allen. He didn't notice that on the table next to him, a little ripples appeared in his teacup and then calmed down. Allen raised the teacup and held it flat. Sora greeted Scrimgeour. No matter how much he disliked Harris, Scrimgeour still picked up the tea cup out of politeness and took a sip of tea.

Scrimgeour stared at Allen intently, "If Professor Harris doesn't want to, you can also choose to go through your so-called procedure. However, before you get permission, I will personally extract the female Muggle's memory and erase it for her. ." A sly smile appeared on Scrimgeour's stern face, and he took out the wand and held it in his hand, "Although this is not entirely in compliance with the regulations, it does not violate the law."

In fact, the Director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic has another layer of worry that he has not expressed. The reason why Scrimgeour insists on retrieving memories by himself is because the armed Aurors of the Harris family are too results-oriented and use rough methods. He is a little worried about this tortured person. The female Muggles who luckily escaped from the Death Eaters would be harmed again at the hands of Harris. Even if Harris over-extracted the memories of the female Muggles in order to obtain more detailed and detailed information, what sequelae would be left behind? He won't be blamed, after all, this is to fight against the mysterious person, and the victim is just a Muggle.

Scrimgeour did not have a better opinion of Muggles than ordinary wizards, but was motivated by his disgust and confrontation with Harris and his admiration for Nancy's ability to escape from the dark wizard.

But just before Allen spoke, Scrimgeour's expression suddenly changed again.

The Director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic froze at this moment. His lower abdomen suddenly throbbed. He was hit by an overwhelming sense of diarrhea without any warning. Severe cramping pain attacked his lower abdomen. He felt that his stomach Swelling. He pressed his legs together tightly, trying to stay calm and focus on controlling his sphincter muscles, which made his face look very awkward and unnatural.

But this unexpected and sudden strong feeling was unbearable for him. He quickly stood up and said stiffly to Allen: "Sorry, excuse me."

When Scrimgeour stood up, Alan waved his hand slightly, and the wand in Scrimgeour's hand fell to the ground. In his hurry, Scrimgeour felt that he had no time to pick it up, so he crossed his legs and sprinted quickly. He walked out, and in the process, he turned to the other subordinates who were stunned and confused: "Please entertain Professor Harris. I will wait until I come back to talk about the Muggle lady!"

At this time, in the toilet of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic, Cedric Diggory's father, Amos Diggory of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, had been suffering from constipation for many years. My colleagues there laughed at me, so I went up from my office on the fourth floor underground to the bathroom on the two floors. Recently, I tried to use the bathroom on a different floor every day to avoid being ridiculed by others.

But today, he squatted for half an hour but couldn't produce anything. At this time, he heard the hurried stamping of feet wandering outside the door. Amos understood that there was probably no room in the bathroom, and the person outside the door Obviously he was very anxious to solve his personal problem, so he decided to go out and think about it for a while. He reluctantly got up and pushed open the toilet door and walked out.

A person rushed in from his side like a small whirlwind. Amos turned and looked back at the toilet door that slammed shut. He did not miss Rufus Scrimgeour's face as heavy as water.

"I didn't expect that Rufus, who has always been vigorous and resolute, would race against time like this when going to the toilet." Amos rubbed his hands. He also wanted to improve efficiency, but his strength in this area did not allow him to do so. He had no choice but to stay in the cubicle. It was brewing outside, and I was a little surprised to see the raven that was probably raised by a wizard also fly to the toilet.

Asmo's inner activities hadn't even ended yet. Just a few seconds after the toilet door was closed, there was a sputtering and gushing sound coming from inside. Amos rubbed his belly and walked around a few more times. After falling into silence for a while, Scrimgeour opened the door and walked out.

Seeing Amos Diggory still standing at the door, Lin's expression froze, his brows were knitted tightly, his lips were tightly pursed, and the aura exuding from his body was like a volcano that was about to erupt after being suppressed for a long time.

Amos looked at him with envy and praised: "Director Scrimgeour, I wish I could be as fast as you."

"What the heck! The belt buckle is locked!" In a moment of excitement, Scrimgeour blurted out with the accent of his hometown. Then he paused and returned to the toilet cubicle. The door was pulled hard by him, There was another sound of excretion that made Amos feel happy.

Only this time Amos was no longer envious. He just looked down and saw Scrimgeour's stiff posture. The strong smell made him notice the yellow-brown paste flowing out of the other party's trousers.

"Mr. Diggory...can you lend me your wand?" Scrimgeour's embarrassed voice sounded muffled through the toilet seat.

Amos was a little reluctant when he thought about the other party's intention to borrow his wand, but due to the other party's power and status in the Ministry of Magic, he still passed the wand over the toilet door.

Not long after, when Scrimgeour walked out holding on to the door frame, his belt was gone. He returned the wand to Amos. Amos looked at Scrimgeour's face, which was twisted and deformed, and flushed like a pig. Gan's face, he felt that it would be difficult for him to forget this scene in his life.