Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 1110 Secret meeting

   "It's a rare thing to be late."

Scrimgeour looked away from the pocket watch, and looked sideways at the mist against the windowpane outside. A rare look of worry appeared on the young face. Ever since the Dementors fell to the My-Know-Who It floated all over the whole of Britain, unscrupulously ingesting the happy memories of Muggles, and multiplying, and finally formed these weird fogs, but the Ministry of Magic can do nothing about it.

  Even the Muggles noticed something was wrong. In late June, the sky was filled with cold fog... It was not normal by any means.

   Scrimgeour took a sip of the black tea, and when he heard light footsteps coming from beside him, he turned around slowly, looked at the stranger sitting across from him, and soon realized who he was.

   To secure the meeting, both men used Polyjuice to disguise themselves as Muggles.

   It is quite normal for two young people to meet for tea and chat in a beverage shop. No wizard would waste their limited time and energy on Muggles.

   "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Albert smiled apologetically at Scrimgeour.

   "I waited for about five minutes." Scrimgeour didn't care that the other party was late. He suspected that Albert had repeatedly checked the surroundings for safety before coming to see him.

  Actually, Scrimgeour guessed right. Albert did arrive earlier than Scrimgeour. It was just for safety that he didn't show up for the time being. He came to see Scrimgeour only after making sure the surroundings were safe.

   "As an apology for being late, I am treating you today." Albert turned his head to the waiter and said, "A cup of cappuccino."

  Scremgeour waited for the girl to leave before turning his gaze back to the strange young man in front of him. He lowered his voice and said, "You should have noticed that it's been a mess recently. We need your help."

   "No, no, you don't need it. I can't help you much." Albert said unhurriedly, he knew exactly what Scrimgeour was talking about and what he wanted to do.

  Honestly speaking, he is very disgusted with the so-called "righteousness", which can even be regarded as disgusting and disgusting.

   "Everyone needs you."

   Scrimgeour sighed softly in his heart, knowing that his plan to ask Albert to help had failed, but he continued to fight, "Besides, I think senior assistant is also a good job, and many people are eager to..."

"I already have a job. If you pay attention, you will find that I wrote a book a while ago, and it will officially go on sale in the next few days." Albert interrupted with a smile, and took it from the shoulder bag He took out a book and handed it to Scrimgeour on the opposite side.

   Scrimgeour glanced at the "Guide to Self-Defense" and fell into a brief silence.

   "Is this a promotion of your new book?" Scrimgeour flipped through the catalog of "Guide to Self-Defense", and found an advertisement for defense against the dark arts props in the book, with a particularly complicated expression.

   "You can think of it this way, the price is fair and cheap, all you need is..." Albert raised two fingers.

   "Sir, your cappuccino." The waitress put the coffee in front of Albert.

"Thanks."

   Albert picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste can only be said to be okay.

   "You'll come in handy."

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, but he did not refuse the other party's kindness. He actually knew that the safety manual prepared by the Ministry of Magic to deal with Death Eaters was useless at all. Teach everyone how to protect themselves in danger, defense against the dark arts items can be effective against curses, if they really work.

"Really don't think about it anymore? I'm sure I'll give you a satisfactory price?" Scrimgeour still doesn't intend to give up, even though he himself doesn't like Albert very much, but he still needs to waste a little more time trying to win him over. Can accurately predict the future, not to mention that Scrimgeour has not forgotten the prophecy about his own death.

   To be honest, he didn't want to die, so it was necessary to win over Albert.

   "Why don't you try to solve the problem yourself?" Albert said softly.

"I would like to..." Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, looked at Albert and said, "Okay, maybe we should bring the topic back to the topic, you are definitely not trying to sell me the things in the book and the advertisement Did you just come to see me?"

   "I'm getting married!" Albert said suddenly.

"What?"

   Scrimgeour was a little dazed, and didn't recover for a moment, not understanding what Albert meant by this.

   Besides, didn't he just graduated from Hogwarts the day before yesterday?

   "This wedding is destined to be uneven." Albert's tone was very calm, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

   "You want me to..."

   Suddenly, Scrimgeour guessed what Albert meant. Is this planning to use the power of the Ministry of Magic Auror?

  However, Albert's next sentence made Scrimgeour stunned.

   "You guessed wrong." Albert shook his head.

   "Wrong guess?" Scrimgeour frowned.

   "Those people hate me, they will probably come."

   "If you want to get..." Scrimgeour was interrupted by Albert again before he finished speaking.

   "It seems that long-term work has made your brain not very bright. I suggest you drink some tea first and taste the meaning of my words." Albert felt disgusted by Scrimgeour's politician thinking.

   Scrimgeour frowned deeply, disliking Albert's words, as if the other party was mocking him for being a fool.

   "Your thinking mode is wrong." Albert reminded kindly, "This is fatal."

   "He relies on this."

   As he spoke, Albert lightly waved his fist and said.

   "And you rely on this." Albert pointed to his mouth.

   Scrimgeour frowned deeper, thinking about the meaning of Albert's words, if fists represent strength, then what does mouth represent?

say?

"To be honest, I'm very unhappy." Albert put down his teacup and looked at Scrimgeour calmly, "Of course, this matter is also a good opportunity for you. I know you can't find anyone, I hope Find them through me."

   Scrimgeour looked up at Albert.

   "Now, they deliver it to their door." Albert reminded.

   "Deliver it yourself?" Scrimgeour suddenly understood the meaning of Albert's words, "You mean..."

   "Yes, the risk is a bit high, but the advantage is on your side, you can think about it, because the right to choose is on your side."

   "Are you planning to..." Scrimgeour looked at Albert in surprise.

"I can change the place to get married." Albert took out the wooden box from his shoulder bag and pushed it in front of Scrimgeour. When he opened it, there were some hair with name tags, a small bottle of compound potion and A silver card.

  The meaning is already obvious, let the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic disguise themselves as guests and ambush the Death Eaters who came to make trouble.

   "It seems that you have already prepared everything." Scrimgeour didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose, but this made him confirm the frighteningness of the young man in front of him.

   This is a clear arrangement between the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, and Scrimgeour still couldn't refuse, because Albert gave him what he wanted, even though he knew he was being used by the other party.

   "This is one of the few opportunities you have," Albert said softly, "If I were you, you wouldn't give them a chance."

   "It's amazing, I didn't expect you to say that."

   Scrimgeour didn't expect Albert to let him kill those Death Eaters directly.

   "Unless you have made up your mind, it is best not to touch that position." Albert reminded kindly, "If you get what you want, there is no turning back. Don't have any expectations. The current one is undoubtedly very smart."

   "You did what happened a while ago?" Scrimgeour asked suddenly.

   "I just reminded him that there are not so many coincidences in the world." Albert said softly, "There is no doubt that he has realized."

   Scrimgeour had a complex look on his face. As he expected, the death eaters who were brought together in the Ministry of Magic had something to do with Albert.

   "Think about it carefully!" Albert said with a smile.

   "Think about it, you never intended for me to think about it from the very beginning, did you?" Scrimgeour closed the lid and laughed at himself.

  Neither the Ministry of Magic nor him had a choice.

  Now is undoubtedly the best time to fight against the Death Eaters. Albert Anderson obviously foresaw something in advance and set up this trap, planning to use the hands of the Ministry of Magic to fight against the Death Eaters. He may even have seen the end.

   "Who won." Scrimgeour asked indefinitely.

   "You." Albert said naturally, "The premise is that you are ready."

   "That's enough."

   "By the way, there is one more thing." Albert said suddenly.

"What's up?"

   "I guess Burns will be gone after a while."

   "You are reminding me, oh, you still don't want to..."

   "There are some things that you and I cannot change, unless it is Mr. Principal." Albert drank the coffee in his cup and said softly: "You want to ask me why I didn't tell him?"

   "I actually reminded them, whether it's you, Burns, or the principal, but...sometimes it can't be solved by reminding, and Cassandra is the best example."

   Scrimgeour took a deep look at Albert. He knew what the other party meant. If Burns died, it would be his own fault.

   Isn't this a warning to him?

  He gave a reminder, if you don't listen, don't blame him when you die.

   "Bowens is too dedicated." Albert shrugged.

   "Professional?"

   Scrimgeour felt that there was a strong irony in these words,

  However, he has already marked Amelia Bones as dead. According to Albert, the mysterious man will do it himself, so Dumbledore is needed.

   Aurors can't stop You-Know-Who.

   Dumbledore obviously couldn't have given Amelia Bones shelter forever if You-Know-Who really wanted to murder her.

  Hiding is undoubtedly the best choice, but Amelia Bones obviously refused, so Albert said she was too dedicated.

   So, what about himself?

   "Happy cooperation!" Scrimgeour stretched out his hand to Albert, "I hope that before that, I can get your help to make the plan go smoothly. As for the advertisement in the book, if it is practical, I will consider it."

  Fudge's resignation is already inevitable. If Amelia Bones really dies, then Scrimgeour feels that he may really become the new minister. This is a crisis for him, but it is also an opportunity.

   Otherwise, according to the normal process, he would have no chance to become the Minister of Magic at all, and the gift from Albert will undoubtedly help him secure that position.

  Before leaving, Albert gave Scrimgeour another letter, paid at the counter, and left directly.

   "What an annoying guy." Scrimgeour glanced at the letter in his hand, then looked at Albert's leaving back, and muttered softly.

He hated Albert's disregard for the director of the Auror office, hated that the other party used him to attack Death Eaters, hated the feeling of being led by the nose, hated... Scrimgeour could easily think of ten reasons to hate the other party, However, Albert gave him something he couldn't refuse. No matter how much he hated the other party, he had to hold his nose and deal with the other party in a good manner, and the other party obviously knew this.

"it's over?"

  As soon as Albert left the cold drink shop, he saw the blonde girl walking towards him with two burgers, and handed one of them to his hand.

   After knowing that Albert was going to see Scrimgeour, Isobel took the initiative to come over to help guard. Originally, Albert had no intention of asking the other party to help, but Isobel insisted, and he did not refuse.

   "It's over, it went well." Albert asked with a smile, "Go home now, or go shopping?"

   "Go home, the weather is terrible today!" Isobel said without thinking.

"go home!"

   Albert took Isobel's arm, walked towards the next corner, and disappeared into the alley when no one noticed.

  The two turned a few corners, and with the help of the house elf, they returned to the safe house smoothly.

   "When did you convince Scrimgeour." Isobel asked after biting a hamburger.

"A long time ago, it was not difficult to convince them, just give them what they want." Albert took a few bites of hamburger from Isobel and said, "Eat less of these things, it is easy to gain weight, and it makes domestic children The elves will prepare delicious and healthy food for you."

   "It's okay to eat occasionally." Isobel muttered.

   "Where did you go just now?"

   "I bought you some delicious food." Albert said with a smile, "You should seldom taste Muggle food."

   "I heard it all just now." Katrina said with narrowed eyes.

   "If you don't eat it, then give the house elves a try." Albert reminded.

   "Who says I won't eat."

  Katrina took out her wand, split the burger in half, and shared it with Isobel. As Isobel said, it doesn't matter if you eat a small amount.

   "It's a bit like a sandwich, but it's better than a sandwich." Katrina commented briefly, "By the way, what did you go to Scrimgeour for?"

   "Are you curious?"

   "Can't tell?" Katrina raised her eyebrows and asked.

   "I asked him to help with the Death Eaters who might come to disrupt the wedding."

   "Troubleshooting?" Katrina opened her mouth.

   "Don't worry, everything is planned." Albert said confidently, "Since those people want to make trouble, they have to pay for it."

   I forgot to divide the papers, dizzy

  (end of this chapter)