Popular Web NovelsChapter 624 One more thingChapter 624 There is one more thing
"Hello, Minister Scrimgeour..."
The Prime Minister looked at his face and seemed to understand why the wizarding people were willing to trust the new minister. Instead of fat Fudge.
"Did Fudge tell you everything?"
Scrimgeour asked, looking around the office, then took out his wand from his robe and pointed at the door lock and The windows clicked softly, and the office was completely isolated from the outside world.
"Not yet, I mean, we just met a few minutes ago." The Prime Minister looked at his movements. Being alone with two wizards in a closed space made him feel very insecure. He opened his mouth and whispered, "If you don't mind, Mr. Scrimgeour, I hope the door will not be locked..."
Scrimgeour seemed not to have heard the second half of the sentence at all. He glanced reproachfully at Fudge, who was turning his bowler hat next to him, and turned around and said, "Okay. , Mr. Prime Minister, then let me tell you the situation. It started a year ago..."
The three of them sat down at the desk. The Prime Minister watched Fudge pull something out of thin air in his office. Serving himself tea, his mood was a little subtle, but his attention was quickly attracted by the major events Scrimgeour told. Listening to the heavy-toned narration, the conversation he had with Fudge came to mind, and he gradually recalled the man described as The mysterious wizard who cannot even be mentioned by name.
Fifteen years ago, he committed the evil crimes of wizards, organized terrorist attacks, and initiated brutal killings...
He is back.
"After we foiled Voldemort's plan to occupy the Ministry of Magic, he went dormant for a while, secretly summoned werewolves, and absorbed some dark wizards from other countries. Recently, he suddenly publicly recalled the dementors from Azkaban, and quickly completed The expansion of power..."
Scrimgeour looked at the Muggle Prime Minister with a solemn expression and said solemnly, "We are in the middle of a war, Prime Minister, we must take some measures."
"War... …" the Prime Minister repeated uneasily, uneasy about the nature of the word.
"Yes, war." Scrimgeour said in a cold voice, "Since they appeared in public, they have caused a lot of damage, including Brockdale Bridge, multiple murders, and abnormal conditions in the west. The thick fog, and the last operation involved nearby residents, causing a large number of Muggle casualties."
"Wait!" The Prime Minister suddenly remembered the disaster incident not long ago, "You mean Aberdeen County last week. The hurricane was caused by you!"
"Mr. Prime Minister, I have to tell you, there is no hurricane at all..." Scrimgeour said apologetically, "Big trees were uprooted, roofs were overturned, and road signs were squeezed and twisted. This is all caused by dark wizards. Magic. Not long ago, we organized a manpower to launch an attack. The situation was very bad. Dementors gathered and formed a cold thick fog that obscured the entire area. The light of the Patronus Spell could only temporarily illuminate the way forward. Our pride Luo's movements were greatly restricted. The werewolf cooperated with the dark wizard to launch the attack in the dark. We didn't even see his shadow. "
"How dare they!" The Prime Minister stood up excitedly and stepped forward. He strode around the room and said angrily, "You must find a way to catch the person who threatens the safety of the people as soon as possible and prevent him from continuing to commit such atrocious crimes. This is your responsibility!"
"We have no intention of evading our responsibilities, sir. Every employee in the Ministry of Magic is trying every possible means to find him, every Auror is rounding up his followers, and until now, now, the people in the Misinformation Office are still Working overtime, we also sent out several batches of memory cancellers to modify the memories of all Muggles who had witnessed what happened."
Scrimgeour reached out to stop Fudge, who was about to make a brilliant rebuttal. Looking at the restless Muggle Prime Minister, "The most important thing now is that we need to discuss your security."
"What do you mean?" The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment. He was concerned about his existing security. The measures are quite satisfactory.
"Voldemort is more hysterical than before. It is not ruled out that he may massacre Muggles in large numbers and force people to accept his rule. More importantly, if the ruler of a country is controlled by the Imperius Curse, we will all be in huge trouble."
Scrimgeour's explanation was concise and clear, but the Prime Minister's heart gradually sank. Some unimaginable consequences were playing out in his mind, and his cheeks quickly lost color and became frighteningly pale.
"The new secretary Kingsley Shacklebolt outside your office is actually a wizard. As a trained Auror, he will work with your assistant minister Herbert ·Qiao Lai will protect your safety together. If anything happens, you can inform them as soon as possible..."
The Prime Minister sat slumped in his chair. He no longer cared about these people taking the wizard without his consent. Placed next to him, compared to those trivial intelligence leaks, the horrific consequences of being controlled by a terrorist organization made him feel chilly in his heart.
He opened his mouth, intending to tell Mr. Scrimgeour the horrific sights that certain weapons could cause, but he didn't know where to start.
"I...then...can you control the development of the situation?" the Prime Minister asked worriedly.
Scrimgeour paused for a few seconds and solemnly promised: "I will definitely do it."
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Gryffindor Common Room.
The members of the Quidditch team gathered together to say goodbye to Angelina, George, Fred and other seventh-grade students. Compared with the noisy and noisy yelling in the past, this time The voice was very low, but everyone's eyes were a little red.
Loren and others did not disturb them, they said good night to each other and went upstairs.
There were two people missing in the dormitory, which seemed a little deserted. Neville and Seamus were checking their luggage and chatting. The Hogwarts Express will leave tomorrow morning.
Neville put the memory ball into the suitcase, glanced at his two roommates, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Loren, Seamus, it's best to stay at home during the summer vacation. When buying supplies for the start of school, Don't take your family to hang out in Diagon Alley."
Sea Mo's eyes suddenly lit up: "It's because the mysterious man has risen again, right? Do you have any Auror-specific information?"
Neville nodded: "Not long ago, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic fought head-on with the gathered Death Eaters, and the result was not very optimistic."
"What is the specific situation?"
"I don't know the details. I just mentioned a few words in the letter from my grandma asking me to focus on the exam. At that time, all Aurors in the entire Ministry of Magic were mobilized... …"
The information relayed by Neville is not exhaustive.
Just from a few words, you can tell that the current situation is a bit serious. Dementors have gathered to activate the fog, disturbing the Auror's attention anytime and anywhere. They are fighting away from home in a strange environment, plus there are lurking werewolves and Dark wizards can sneak attack at any time, so these Aurors are lucky to be able to retreat smoothly.
For some unknown reason, Dumbledore did not seem to participate in the Ministry of Magic's last offensive.
"Loren, what do you think?"
"Hide at home and watch."
Loren packed his luggage for tomorrow, put on his pajamas and lay on the soft four-poster bed, sighing quietly In one breath: "Underage wizards should have the consciousness of underage wizards. Don't take the initiative to participate in these things. The most important thing is to protect the safety of yourself and your family."
Neville deeply agreed.
Seamus also agreed, but his curiosity still had to be satisfied. He pestered Neville to whisper about the latest information, claiming that he knew where the dangers were so he could better avoid them.
Loren stared at the curtains hanging on the bed frame for a while, and various information gradually emerged in his mind. Like threads, the situation was sorted out bit by bit, and the situation he heard from hearsay gradually became clearer.
Ministry of Magic, Death Eaters...
Voldemort, Harry...
Dumbledore, Snape...
One by one The intertwined and twisted lines continued to extend, eventually pointing to Voldemort and the last Horcrux.
When he came back to his senses, the conversation between Seamus and Neville had stopped. When Loren turned over and was about to go to sleep, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some noise in the pendant.
Took out a Nat that was sitting in the corner gathering dust. The copper coin trembled slightly as new messages were transmitted.
Draco: "You were the one that day, right?"
Draco: "You didn't reply!!"
Draco: "Asleep "
Draco: "Reply me as soon as you see the message."
Loren smiled softly. It seemed that Draco had figured out the correct use of this communicator, and the message no longer looked like a letter. Long paragraphs of text, but concise and repeated oral communication.
He suddenly became interested and fumbled behind Copper Nat to type out a reply.
Loren: "I can't understand."
Loren: "What are you talking about?"
Loren: "What am I?" Loren: "What day is that day?"
Copper Nat immediately started to tremble continuously, and the continuous messages revealed the other party from another angle. emotions.
Draco: "Despicable liar, you still want to lie to me!"
Draco: "Professor Snape has already told me!"
Draco: "And you think you disguised yourself well? I had already suspected you at the Ministry of Magic, but I didn't expose you immediately!"
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Loren murmured softly, it was another new thing. He was distracted and thinking about what might happen, but there was a completely irrelevant reply in his hand.
Loren: "Really? I don't believe it."
Several floors away from the castle underground, Draco huddled on a luxurious four-poster bed in the Slytherin dormitory. Under the quilt, he was holding the copper nut in both hands, staring at the news that had just been sent, and his heart was filled with blood.
It was obviously just a short sentence made up of a few simple words, but it seemed to have some magic power and contained incredible sarcasm. He could almost imagine the contemptuous tone and expression of the person opposite.
Draco turned over and sat up, pressing the copper coins with gritted teeth.
Draco: "First of all, your rash appearance next to me is the first loophole. This proves that you at least know me, and during the conversation, it shows that you have a certain understanding of me."
Loren: "Oh."
Draco: "Secondly, your language habits are not much different from those in school. It's easy to connect the two."
Loren: "Oh."
Draco: "And you also exposed a lot of flaws when you visited the prison with me. From the beginning..."
Loren: "Oh "
Looking at the dazzling letters, Draco's breathing accelerated violently, he punched the quilt hard and pressed the copper coins quickly.
Draco: "I can also point out at least five flaws, whether it is your appearance, behavior or language habits..."
Loren: "Really? I don't believe it."
Do you only know this sentence? ?
Draco's breathing, which had been adjusted by pressing the copper coin, became rapid again, and he was even more excited than before. His face turned red, and he wanted to get out of bed and go upstairs immediately, rush into Gryffindor Tower, and find him one by one. verify.
Just when he was about to press the copper coin again, new news came.
Loren: "How are your parents doing now?"
Draco: "So you admit that you were the one that day, right?"
Loren: "Hey, didn't Professor Snape tell you?"
Dela Ke sat cross-legged on the bed, took a few deep breaths through gritted teeth, and exhaled slowly to calm down his excitement.
Draco: "My mother has been released on bail, and my father had a chance to be released from prison, but he said that other Death Eaters were in prison and that he would be in danger if he left the prison now, so there was no bail."
Loren: "Well, how did you get in touch with Professor Snape?"
Draco: "The mysterious man took the initiative to find my mother and temporarily placed Professor Snape in my family's manor."
Loren: "What about him?"
Draco : "Assigned a mission and left with tens of thousands of Galleons, saying that people loyal to him would be rescued soon."
Loren: "The situation is quite stable. Pay attention to your own safety during the holidays and stay safe. Calm down and stay silent."
Draco: "I know."
Loren: "If there is any emergency, please contact me immediately."
Draco: "I know."
Loren: "By the way, there is one more thing."
Draco: "What?"
Draco was waiting with the copper coin in his hand. A few minutes passed and he still didn't receive a reply. He couldn't help but write back and urge him.
Draco: "You tell me."
Draco: "Asleep?"
Draco: "Where is the person?"
There is a constant flow in the dormitory. There was the sound of beds turning.
Draco vaguely noticed something was wrong and guessed that it might be a prank, but there was always a curious thought in his heart, and his mind was thinking uncontrollably about what he was going to say.
That night, someone tossed and turned and couldn't sleep all night.
...
The next morning.
Loren got up very early and took a shower. He felt very happy when he saw the dozens of messages that Copper had accumulated.
I packed my things and went downstairs to meet Hermione. After breakfast, I read and chatted in the auditorium. When the sun fully rose, a certain victim appeared, with two dark circles under his eyes, and his resentful eyes almost froze. However, there were too many people in the auditorium to criticize him face to face.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the express train arrived at the station. The young wizards dragged their large and small boxes of luggage across the flat path to Hogsmeade, and boarded the train under Hagrid's command.
There were several acquaintances in the same carriage again. Harry complained that he had to spend the summer vacation at the Dursleys again, and asked Ron to inquire about information at the Black Mansion or the Burrow and communicate with him in time.
Hermione comforted Crookshanks and Hanhan, then turned her head to look at Loren, her clear eyes showing some concern.
"Why does Malfoy keep staring at you?"
"Who knows."
"Do you want to go and have a chat at the back of the car?"
"Probably not."
"..."
(End of this chapter)
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