[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Rufus Scrimgeour walked through the Cascade of Potion of Sobriety in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, raised his hand and cast a quick-drying spell on himself, and his clothes and hair became dry again.

He strode forward, with firm steps as always, showing his rigidity and strength.The people around greeted him respectfully, and he nodded simply, walking forward, issuing various instructions and making various inquiries.

"Good morning, Minister!"

"Morning, Rutherford, was there a nasty Muggle attack yesterday?"

"No, Minister. But we found out that Hogwarts is secretly publishing a new school newspaper, which advocates that Muggle-born wizards abide by all the laws and regulations of the wizarding world, and that Muggles are not stupid or terrible. We should treat them with a more peaceful and friendly attitude..."

"A Muggle trick," said Scrimgeour coldly. "Convince wizards that Muggles are harmless, and then what? When a gun is pointed at a wizard's head, does anyone save them? Who can do that?" Guarantee? The life of every wizard is precious. We should take protecting ourselves as the first priority. Don’t forget why the secrecy law has been implemented so far. Some people may have forgotten the far-sighted thoughts and practices of the noble ancestors. Time has grown Their arrogance, but I am the Minister of Magic, and I cannot stand by and watch any wizard get hurt, even if he is weak, even if such a major event as the minister's assassination does not happen to him, I will protect him."

The wizards around all looked at him with respectful eyes, trusting and relying on him, and they had already identified the only resolute hardliner like him.Scrimgeour strode forward, but a man with arms folded, casually leaning against the elevator at the end of the hall, was looking at him casually, with neither respect nor eagerness in his eyes, which made his steps pause. Paused, slightly frowned.

"Sirius," he said, "if you're going to Auror Command, you should be up now, it's time for work soon."

"No, actually I'm off work, Minister." Sirius said casually, amidst Scrimgeour's frown, "about the bizarre deaths in Azkaban of some Death Eaters we managed to catch. Things, because I really found it strange, so I went to investigate and got some interesting results."

"Who asked you to investigate?" Scrimgeour frowned, and asked coldly, "The Ministry of Magic is doing its best to deal with the difficulties before it, but you actually spend your time on a few dead people? They are not important now, It doesn't matter if you die."

"Is the dead unimportant? I thought the Ministry of Magic is so tense because of a dead man, I mean, our former minister." Sirius said with a half-smile, and the people around who listened to them with their ears pricked up trembled. The sound of sucking air.

"I think, maybe I started the investigation on the night when I found out that those Death Eaters had escaped." Sirius shrugged and smiled indifferently, "At that time, the former director of the Auror Command You have been promoted to minister, and the new director seems to be very busy investigating Minister Fudge's affairs, but he did not stop my action and signed my application form without hesitation."

He beautified the process a little bit here. In fact, the application form was of course not signed that night. After becoming suspicious of Scrimgeour, the Order of the Phoenix began to prepare for this matter. Right, this is also impossible.

Scrimgeour looked at him, his face darkened.Sirius looked as usual, raised his eyebrows and asked: "An ordinary Auror's actions should not require your personal signature and approval, minister?"

"Of course," said Scrimgeour slowly, "so what did you find out, Sirius?"

Sirius looked around: "Report here, Minister?"

Scrimgeour looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled faintly.

"Of course not," he said. "I think I'd better go to my office and take the elevator, Sirius."

The other wizards respectfully gave way to an elevator for Scrimgeour, and only the two of them walked in.The elevator went deeper and deeper into the ground. Neither of the two spoke first, and there was silence in the narrow space.

So can you read minds?Sirius stared at his profile, and began to make some inhuman arrangements for Scrimgeour in his mind.

He failed many homework when Scrimgeour was passed to school, and was kicked out of the exam room for plagiarizing classmates' papers during the exam, and then he read it silently to research showing that Scrimgeour and the poodle have a certain blood relationship, and one of his relatives is actually a poodle. Muggles, there is a whole Muggle family behind them, and finally began to say in their hearts that the reason why Umbridge is still the Deputy Minister of Magic is that maybe Scrimgeour has taken a fancy to him, the two actually have an affair, and Fudge He killed him at all, because he and Fudge were rivals in love...

OK.Sirius stopped his running thoughts, thinking that Scrimgeour's face remained unchanged at the thought of this, it must be because he has not mastered Voldemort's simple and convenient mind reading skills.When he faced one of them at Hogwarts, he discovered that Voldemort's emotional management is not very good. I don't know if it is because he cut himself a bit mentally when slicing.

He stopped here and looked away, but after a while, Scrimgeour turned his face and looked at him.

"What are you thinking, Sirius?" he asked. "You haven't said anything."

"Oh, it's nothing." Sirius said calmly, "I just suddenly thought, Minister Fudge was assassinated and killed, no one suspects you, Minister? According to common sense, he died in the office, and you were the last to see him." You must be suspicious of the person who saw him."

"You forgot, the murder weapon was a gun." Scrimgeour said calmly, with no change in expression, "and my wand has been tested, and there is no related magic reaction in it."

"So you couldn't have killed him with that gun?" Sirius asked. "As long as it wasn't a spell, right?"

Scrimgeour turned completely to look at him, stared at him for a moment, and gave him a slightly mocking smile as the elevator reached their floor.

"Speak with evidence, Sirius." He said flatly, "If you think so, can I also say that you actually took a gun to kill Fudge and then escaped? Everyone knows that you see Fudge It's not pleasing to the eye, and he doesn't like you either. Your motive for committing the crime is very strong. Maybe I should arrest you first, lock you up and then interrogate slowly. Gua's attitude is a bit too friendly, it doesn't look like a Black, you are so deviant as if you have mutated, you shouldn't be a Black at all, maybe you are just a manipulator wearing the name of Black, what do you think of this idea? "

"Why did you think of this, Minister?" Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest, "Most people would only say that I am rebellious, but you are very different, Minister, you just say that I may be someone else , this idea is too strange, have you seen similar examples?"

Scrimgeour's expression paused, his expression was calm, he stepped out of the elevator, went straight to his office, opened the door and walked in.

"There's no need to make such silly jokes, Sirius." He said, "Tell me about what interesting information you have investigated."

"Actually, it's nothing. Those Death Eaters died at an alarming rate. According to the statement given by the Ministry, the dementors were furious at their deaths, so it's understandable to vent their anger on them a little bit." " Sirius shrugged and replied truthfully, and when Scrimgeour frowned, he added the last sentence leisurely.

"The whole thing makes me feel weird is actually another place." He said leisurely, "Old Barty Crouch also died strangely on the same night. I went to see his cell, which is far away from those death eaters. After all, they were neither accused of the same crime nor imprisoned by the same batch, so it was impossible to stay together. So I went to his cell to have a look, and there was a small Discover."

He took out a photo from his pocket and put it on Scrimgeour's desk. Scrimgeour picked up the photo, his expression suddenly stiffened for a moment.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Sirius asked calmly, "Why did he leave three letters in the corner of the cell—son, son? From the strokes, it can be seen that it is very hurried and not obvious. Fortunately, I I went in and searched carefully, only to find this trace."

"It's a bit far-fetched." Scrimgeour put down the photo and said plainly, "As we all know, his son is the only relative left in this world, and he entered Azkaban precisely because of his fugitive son. It is possible to leave this trace at any time, not necessarily the last moment of information before death."

"That also makes sense." Sirius slowly approached him, looking deeply into his eyes, with Scrimgeour's stern reflection reflected in them.

"But we'd better pay attention." He said slowly, "A top student who got [-] O's at Hogwarts is absconding, and his father died in prison in a strange way. We are facing such a A resourceful enemy, Minister."

"He is probably dead." Scrimgeour said lightly, "Has been raped for many years, and has lost his basic ability to live, and before he actually committed any crime, it is a waste of time to take precautions against a person who has no news. Foolish, you should be focusing your energies on the most pressing matters facing the Ministry right now, Sirius."

"That makes sense." Sirius didn't insist on his point of view anymore, he stepped back a little, stood opposite him, looked at him across a table, and smiled at him.

"Then I wish you all the best in what you're about to do, and don't be disturbed—Minister."

"He is Barty Crouch Jr., I have a hunch." Sirius said, "Although I can't produce more convincing evidence, that body is indeed Scrimgeour's. I found that he was injured by a spell behind his ear." Scarring - but Scrimgeour wouldn't talk like that at all, he was either being manipulated or something worse, the news sucks anyway."

"If he is Barty Crouch Jr., then the latest news is not too bad for us." Eli rubbed his brows and sighed, "They must also face a Confrontation."

"What news?" Sirius asked curiously after he had just returned from the Ministry of Magic.

"The latest notice is that the joint delegation of the eleven countries of the International Ministry of Magic has come to the UK to discuss whether the secrecy law is still applicable in this era." Dumbledore said in a low and calm voice, "I think, after hearing the news from the UK, Another Voldemort that we know of has discovered that the man he is looking for is hidden here, and he apparently felt, like this Voldemort in England, that one Dark Lord in the world was enough."

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