Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 1262 You are out of time

"you sure?"

   Scrimgeour followed Albert's line of sight, and there was a vast expanse of white outside the glass window, and nothing could be seen.

  However, after a while, two men dressed as Muggles opened the door and walked into the coffee shop. They caught a glimpse of Scrimgeour, and there was a moment of astonishment on their expressionless faces.

   Who told Scrimgeour not to do any disguise.

  The Auror who was protecting the surrounding reacted quickly, and without giving the two of them any chance, they directly pulled out their wands and knocked them down.

   Not surprisingly, they were spies of the Death Eaters. They heard that Scrimgeour might meet with others here in private, so they came here secretly to inquire about the situation.

   As for where the news came from, it was naturally Scrimgeour who released it.

   Otherwise, why would he go to such trouble.

  Since they are two trash fish, even if they use Veritaserum, they won't be able to pry out much useful information.

   "I guess it was just an accident."

   "I don't think so."

   Albert glanced at Scrimgeour, and said flatly, "The group of Death Eaters you are waiting for are probably still waiting for news outside."

   "Well, I hope they can rush in directly, which can save me a lot of trouble." Scrimgeour knew that he was seen through by the other party, so he didn't bother to pretend anymore.

   "Do you think I should use the Imperius Curse to control them to go out and spread false news?"

  Actually, he also knew that he probably couldn't hide it from Albert. Seeing that the other party was not angry, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

  With Albert here, Scrimgeour wasn't worried that Voldemort would kill him in the face.

   "That's a good idea."

   Albert looked at Scrimgeour with a strange expression, a little surprised that the other party would do this.

   However, he didn't mind Scrimgeour using himself to boost the confidence of the Aurors and use it to fight the evil Death Eaters.

   "You actually agreed." Scrimgeour was a little surprised.

   "It's as if if I don't agree, you won't do that." Albert pouted.

   "Such an opportunity is rare. The situation is very bad now. I need to restore everyone's confidence."

   Not long after, the two Pathfinders were controlled by Scrimgeour using the Imperius Curse, and he asked them to tell the other Death Eaters the good news that they were here.

   "I suddenly understand why Death Eaters like to use the Imperius Curse." Scrimgeour said to Albert with a self-deprecating smile.

   "Not hard to imagine."

Albert looked at the two people who disappeared into the white mist, and said softly, "If the Ministry of Magic is also unscrupulous, it is obviously more dangerous than the Death Eaters, but I still think that we should make good use of those black magic, if this thing is used too much , it is easy to make people's thoughts radical."

   "It doesn't matter, anyway, according to your prediction, I may not live for a few days, so what to do with these things." Scrimgeour said indifferently, he just wanted to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters without sparing any effort.

   "Just be happy with yourself."

   Albert could see that Scrimgeour was almost driven crazy by the cruel reality, and now Scrimgeour was so ruthless that he dared to use himself as bait.

   Of course, it also has something to do with Albert being here.

The two of them had just left for a while, when people came, and there were a total of more than a dozen people, each of them came towards the coffee shop with a murderous look, and the few Death Eaters who led them directly blew up the coffee shop. Solve the problem before you react.

   "Oh, McNeil, that's surprising." Scrimgeour recognized the name of the lead Death Eater.

   "Yes, Minister, it's really surprising." McNeill licked his lower lip and said, "Please come with us, the Dark Lord wants to see you."

"I'm afraid not."

   Scrimgeour drew out his wand and said flatly.

   "It's not up to you."

  McNeill gestured towards the surrounding people.

  When the murderous dark wizards surrounded Scrimgeour, trying to subdue him, the well-prepared Auror appeared out of thin air and directly attacked the group of dark wizards.

  That's right, no one thought that the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic would sneak up on them despicably and shamelessly.

  Most of the black wizards were directly knocked down, and the others realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape, and Aurors surrounded them, blocking their retreat.

   "It seems that your plan was successful." Albert glanced at the arms in his hands and said, "However, is it really okay for you to let those two people go on purpose?"

   "Someone has to pass the news back." Scrimgeour said cheerfully, "I believe that if they want to draw my attention in the future, they should think more about whether it is a trap."

  Yes, this is Scrimgeour's purpose.

   It must be made clear to the group of Death Eaters that he, Rufus Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic, is not easy to mess with.

   "I don't think Mysterious Man would care about such things." Albert reminded kindly, "Except for Dumbledore, Mysterious Man has nothing to fear."

"And you?"

   "I don't have that qualification."

   "Of course you have." Scrimgeour said firmly.

  Albert smiled and didn't bother with this kind of thing.

"In the past, you always said that Dumbledore protected us. At that time, I was still a little unconvinced. Now..." Scrimgeour's tone was full of bitterness. It was only after Dumbledore's death that he really realized to their difficult situation.

"It's meaningless to say these things now." Albert waved his wand, refilled himself a cup of coffee, picked up a spoon and stirred it slowly, and said in a self-deprecating tone, "The only lesson humans have learned from history is that humans cannot learn any lessons."

   "I am very unwilling."

"It's useless for you to complain to me. You should blame Dumbledore. However, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have the qualifications." Albert took a sip and said in a flat tone: "He doesn't want to believe that you are actually That's normal too."

   "Can Harry Potter really get rid of the Mysterious Man and end the Second Wizarding War?" Scrimgeour suddenly asked what everyone wanted to know.

   "Don't you already have the answer yourself?" Albert asked back.

   "I want to know the result of your prophecy more." Scrimgeour said seriously.

  Compared to Dumbledore, he is more willing to trust Albert.

   "Harry, he's just a poor man, the avenger who was pushed to this point by the prophecy." Albert didn't answer directly, but suddenly said some inexplicable words.

  "Of course, Harry is undoubtedly lucky. He always manages to save himself from danger like the protagonist in novels. Everyone is willing to believe that he will defeat the Dark Lord like the legendary savior."

   "You should know, I don't want to ask these things." Scrimgeour stared at Albert, "You must know, you must have a way."

   "You like charades more than me, a prophet."

"I understand you. It's hard for a person like you to pin your hopes on others." Scrimgeour said the reason why he was so sure, "Besides, you are too calm, as if everything is under control .”

   "You have more confidence than me." Albert understood.

   Scrimgeour still wanted to help him.

   "Unfortunately, there is not enough time." He said softly.

   "Isn't time enough?" Scrimgeour paused for a moment, then murmured again.

  For some reason, Scrimgeour suddenly felt bitter.

  He understood what Albert meant, and Voldemort would never allow himself to continue to get in the way.

   "Could it be..."

   "I'm sorry." Albert interrupted.

   It was not difficult to sneak into Gringotts and destroy the Hufflepuff gold cup in the Lestrange family vault, but Albert couldn't deal with the Horcrux fragment on Harry's forehead.

   Can't just give Harry an Avada Kedavra and destroy the savior together with the Horcrux fragments?

  Albert is not crazy, nor would he do such a stupid thing.

   Even if you tell Harry the truth secretly, ask him to die quickly. Albert also felt that things might get messed up.

   Ants can steal their lives, let alone humans.

   It is not easy to persuade Harry to die, but it is not difficult to kill him forcibly, but the after-effects are very serious.

   Only if Harry voluntarily faced death and was killed in a duel with Voldemort, could he survive.

   Therefore, the current optimal solution is to prepare well, wait for the final decisive battle, and completely eliminate Voldemort in one breath.

   "I want to see how Voldemort intends to make me die in the line of duty." Scrimgeour murmured.

  He understood.

   It's not that Albert doesn't help him, but that he can't be in a hurry if he wants to completely eliminate the mysterious person, but the problem is that he has no time.

"In fact, you still have a chance, and this may be your last chance." Albert took out a bottle of compound potion from his pocket and put it in front of Scrimgeour, "It depends on how you choose in the end, anyway Minister for Magic Rufus Scrimgeour must die."

   "I won't be a coward. However, we can catch them off guard." Scrimgeour picked up the compound potion and looked up at Albert, "It would be even better if you are willing to help."

   "I helped you." Albert pointed to the compound medicine.

   "If I fail in the end, Caldwin will bring some Aurors to help you." Scrimgeour nodded.

   "Why don't you let them approach the Order of the Phoenix?" Albert asked, "I remember that Kingsley is also an excellent Auror!"

   "Because you are more reliable and more likely to lead everyone to victory." Scrimgeour had great confidence in Albert.

   "Then let them get in touch with Percy, by the way, don't let Percy be exposed." After finishing speaking, Albert got up and left.

   "Is he still unwilling to help?"

   Gadwin frowned slightly as he watched Albert's leaving back.

  He's one of the very few people who feels particularly stressed out, and if Scrimgeour is screwed, he's probably not going to be much better off.

   "It's not that I don't want to, but I'm running out of time." Scrimgeour laughed at himself, "That guy really sees things better than anyone else!"

   "Time." Gadwin didn't understand.

"If anyone in the magic world can completely solve the mysterious man, I dare say it will definitely be that guy." Scrimgeour reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "If the situation is really going to the worst direction, get closer to him , I believe that not everyone will bow down to the mysterious person."

  (end of this chapter)