some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 117 Scrimgeour's Provocation

When the door opened, Scrimgeour limped in.

Scrimgeour was the head of the Auror's office, and he looked solid and battle-scarred, very different from the bowler-hatted, potbellied Fudge.

Nicolas walked out, leaving only the two of them in the room.

"Son, is your injury better?" Scrimgeour asked concerned.

"I think it's much better." William replied inexplicably.

"Oh... are you still used to living here?"

William wanted to say that he was not used to it, who would live in a hospital, but he nodded anyway, it was obvious that the Auror Director was not good at greeting people.

It's no wonder that Fudge was able to take over the position. In terms of talking to people, he beat the director by a few blocks.

In times of war, everyone would like this kind of tough wizard to be a minister, but in times of peace, he would definitely not be able to take the position.

The two chatted awkwardly for a while, and Scrimgeour finally got straight to the point.

"Son, I want to talk to you about that black-robed wizard."

"This is what I want to know too. Has the Ministry of Magic already had any investigation results?" William asked casually.

"Oh... no, he is very cunning and powerful, and twenty Aurors failed to catch him."

William shrugged. As expected, if Aurors were so useful, the world would have been at peace.

Scrimgeour pondered for a moment, then asked, "Professor Dumbledore and that... old man, what do they say?"

"Mr Auror, I think you should ask them."

Scrimgeour took two steps: "I know, I know, but the great Dumbledore always has his own plans, doesn't he?
Scrimgeour was a little excited: "If he was the Minister of Magic, I wouldn't say anything, and I would do whatever he asked me to, without asking a single question!
But he wasn't, he didn't want to, he just wanted to stay in the school and be the principal.

The official UK is the Ministry of Magic, not Hogwarts, nor the former Order of the Phoenix.

He doesn't want to be a minister, but we people still have to be responsible for the UK, otherwise why do you want me, the Auror Director? "

Scrimgeour lowered his voice: "Son, I need something, some truth, so that I can make preparations in advance, just like this time.

If I brought fifty men and set the trap early, he might not be able to escape, rather than being caught off guard, right?
This is also for the safety of little wizards like you. You don’t want your parents and you to be attacked by black wizards again, right? "

William laughed dumbfounded. What the other party said was indeed reasonable, at least occupying the moral high ground.

This also reflects one thing from the side, Dumbledore is not the traditional white wizard, nor is he a saint, nor is he a fool.

He is very conceited, he doesn't believe in the Ministry of Magic, he doesn't believe in the so-called Aurors, he only believes in himself.

And Dumbledore's wisdom is enough to ensure that he will not make mistakes.

William regretted: "Mr. Auror, I don't know much more information than you. You also said 'Great Dumbledore'. What plans does he have? It is impossible to tell this little wizard to me."

"Little wizard?" Scrimgeour shook his head, "You are too modest."

He restored William's broken chair and sat down on it.

"The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin... the rumors abound!" said Scrimgeour.

"Many people think it's just your luck, but the traces of destruction at the scene are beyond what a little wizard can do.

This time, in order to cover up the Gringotts incident, we did not disclose too much of the attack to the outside world, but those of us who were present knew the battle situation that day best.

Son, you are the one Dumbledore cares about, he likes you, and also takes a fancy to you! "

It sounds like there is nothing wrong with this, but for some reason, William always feels weird.

"So... I suppose Dumbledore always talked to you about these things... or to be honest?"

Scrimgeour changed the subject again.

"Sorry, he really didn't tell me anything, I haven't seen him until now."

"Okay, kid, that's it for now, have you considered working with the Ministry?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I mean, do you want to be an Auror? I assure you, you will always come to the Ministry of Magic after you graduate, and I can give you a chance in advance to make the most of your talent."

"I know you don't like Umbridge, and I hate that woman too, and I've driven her away."

William chuckled. He knew that Umbridge had been transferred away by Fudge, and the two hooked up during the Medal of Merlin banquet.

This Director Auror is not honest either.

"Sorry sir, I'm 12 years old now, and I don't meet the requirements according to my age."

"It's just an apprenticeship, not an official one. During the downfall of the Mysterious Man, a large number of Hogwarts students, many of whom had just graduated, were allowed to join the Aurors.

You are a recipient of the Merlin Medal, so I can accommodate...not letting you participate in the battle is just a symbol, let's feel the atmosphere first. "

"This experience is an honor, whether you want to take my position in the future, or run for the Minister of Magic, it will help."

The solicitation in Scrimgeour's words is self-evident. It seems that he wants to establish a good relationship first, and then seek news.

Very good means, William is just a "kid" after all.

"If I want to be an Auror, I will apply for the exam after graduation. Of course, I haven't made up my mind yet. I would rather study hard. What do you think?"

"Oh, of course, if you need anything, feel free to contact me."

Scrimgeour was still about to persuade, the door was pushed open, and Hermione walked in with a bottle of potion.

William was taken aback, why is she here?

Hermione looked at Scrimgeour hesitantly, and said in embarrassment: "Mr. Auror, Mrs. Lister has told you that William needs to take medicine and rest at this point."

Hermione gave the boy a look, and he understood instantly, gasping for breath like a fish thrown onto the shore, and said "weakly", "Sorry, my chest hurts again."

"Well, if you need anything, you can ask me for help, the Auror door is always open to you." Scrimgeour regretted.

"Also, child, be careful." Scrimgeour suddenly lowered his voice, "Dumbledore obviously knows that the black-robed wizard is going to attack Gringotts, otherwise how could Fox come faster than Auror?"

William snorted coldly, making a clumsy provocation.

After Scrimgeour left, Hermione handed over the potion, William took it and took a sip.

The disgusting smell inside made him almost throw up.

William seriously suspected that this was a potion formulated by Professor Snape.

But under Hermione's strict eyes, William could only drink with a frown.

After finishing the drink, Hermione picked up the first grade textbook beside the bed, sat down on the chair, and started to read, but didn't respond to him.

Seems still mad at leaving her behind that day.

But the book covered her head, and through the corner of her eye, Hermione kept glancing at the boy, or monitoring his every move.

William was silent.

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