Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 909: New secretary Freina
Something happened again in London.
When the incident that the creature that looked like a dementor appeared in the center of the ferry quickly reached Scrimgeour’s ears, he was in the same mood as the Muggle Prime Minister who had just learned about it. .
"...What are you waiting for! Send someone to deal with it! The Auror Office, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Department of Fantastic Beast Management and Control, let them all move!"
After driving the secretary out of the office, Scrimgeour sat back in the chair heavily and made a soft "crunch".
"Dementor...Why is it again a dementor?" He frowned and mumbled incomprehensibly, "Hasn't Azkaban confined the dementors to the inside of the fortress?" Where did it come from this time..."
While speaking, he picked up the report form sent by the secretary just now, and hurriedly scanned it--he just listened to the secretary's dictation, and he hadn't read it carefully yet!
But not long after, Scrimgeour threw the list to the point, and started thinking about it.
In fact, due to the tight time of the incident, the report was not written in too much detail. But to say the most basic appearance, the emergency investigators gave a more vivid description for the first time.
As for the description of the monster that suddenly appeared on the streets of London, it is actually just one sentence:
"That's a dementor with a'tidy dress' and red eyes."
Scrimgeour is obviously no stranger to dementors, so he also knows very well that there is no "cleanly dressed dementor" in this world?
Oh, there are more bizarre things in the magical world, and it seems that I can't say it so dead...So, at least in this sentence, you have to add "in the British magical world" to make it safer.
Anyway, Scrimgeour grew up so old, I have never seen that dementor without a broken black cloak!
So, if it wasn't a dementor, what would it be?
Thinking of this, he straightened up, reached out and pressed a metal bell on the table. It didn't take long for someone to ring a crisp bell in the secretary's office on standby at any time.
"Tuk Tuk."
"Come in!"
As soon as Scrimgeour spoke, another minister's secretary, who was different from the previous one, opened the door and walked in, hurriedly came to the desk and stood still.
To be honest, this female secretary looks a little younger, with some rustic freckles on her face. She was wearing a pair of glasses, and a slightly diffident gaze was hidden behind the thick glass of the glasses.
Apparently, this seems to be a newcomer.
"Adjust and postpone all the remaining appointments today..." Scrimgeour just started speaking, but shook his head again, "Well, after you go out, transfer this to someone else. Your task is to transfer this Delivered to the hands of Mr. Maca McLean."
After that, he picked up the wand set aside and tapped the report form on the table.
"Copy into pairs."
A simple spell was spit out from Scrimgeour's mouth, and the report sheet twisted his body abruptly, and then it "jumped" out of it as a replica that was exactly the same.
Scrimgeour picked it up and folded it slightly, and then squeezed it into the hands of the young female secretary.
"Um... Freya?"
He probably didn't remember the name of the girl who had just joined the job for a while, so he called out a little uncertainly, but soon he stopped paying attention to these trivial questions.
"Anyway, go! Hurry up-if Mr. McLean says anything, you can bring it back without missing a word."
With such an exhortation, Scrimgeour no longer said anything, but grabbed the original report form, and it was the first female secretary who walked towards the door one step at a time.
The girl pulled on her slightly tight business attire, and after Scrimgeour's back disappeared from the outer door, she corrected herself quietly:
"My name is'Freina'..."
……
Regardless of whether the new secretary is called "Freya" or "Freina", this is a trivial matter to Scrimgeour.
After leaving his minister's office, he immediately walked towards the special elevator on the other side.
Even among the staff of the Ministry of Magic, only a few people are eligible to ride this elevator. It is used to directly reach the Department of Mystery Affairs on the ninth floor and the dungeon on the tenth floor. There are floor buttons inside. There are only three in total.
"Minister!" "Mr. Minister."
In front of the elevator door, two Aurors on duty saluted him slightly. Scrimgeour, who was in a hurry, just nodded in a hurry, and walked from the fence door they helped to open into the elevator car.
When the fence door snapped back and closed automatically, he poked the button labeled "-9". Suddenly, he felt that the car was falling down suddenly, so fast that he felt the blood all over his body gushing up his forehead.
This feeling is uncomfortable, but the time is short after all. After blinking his eyes twice, the car suddenly stopped moving, causing his face that had just flushed with blood to become pale again.
"If things were not too urgent, I would rather go and be squeezed into the central elevator with someone!"
Here, there is no longer an Auror on duty. Scrimgeour opened the fence door by himself, and then Mebu walked to a large circular room.
Except for the twelve identical doors, the rest of the surface is covered with black, hard, light-reflecting tiles. When you are in it, you will immediately feel like you are surrounded by a mysterious atmosphere. It's average.
The moment Scrimgeour left the elevator, the curved wall of the round room began to turn around. After a while, when the wall stopped moving, the twelve identical doors made people even ignorant of whether they came in through that door.
This is the Department of Mysteries, and Maca had also come in.
Of course, Scrimgeour, as the Minister of Magic, is obviously impossible to be embarrassed by these doors-even he himself rarely visits here.
I saw him draw out his wand and chant a spell lightly, and then he spun the wand in his palm.
"Time Hall."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the staff pointed firmly at one of the twelve doors, and Scrimgeour walked there without hesitation.
The staff office of the Department of Mystery Affairs is located in the Time Hall, and it can only accommodate five special employees of the Ministry of Magic. The employees working here are called "silent people," and they are all super long-term employees who have signed non-disclosure agreements. They conduct top-secret research here all year round.
"Professor Crocker...what about the others?"
Scrimgeour is not nonsense when he gets here, because he knows that people who work here don't like to waste time. For silent people like them, doing research is everything.
"Huh?" The old man who was rummaging through the bookshelf heard the sound and raised his head, "Oh, Mr. Minister... They are all in the planetary room! Didn't you just give us a mission?"
"Yes! But there is a more urgent one now..." Scrimgeour didn't care about the others, and first beckoned to Old Crocker, "Let's take a look at this, you think... it What will it be?"
Seeing that he raised the report form, Kroc also put aside his work, came over to Scrimgeour and took the form.
"No photos?"
The old man complained a little bit of dissatisfaction first, then glanced back and forth at the description. But before long, he handed it back to Scrimgeour's hands.
"Although it will probably be related to dementors, who can know what it is? You know, we know almost nothing about the origins of dementors..."
While speaking, Old Crocker turned around and walked back, and said as he walked:
"Wait for Bode to come out of the planetary chamber! He is interested in these things, maybe he can help you figure out something useful!"
"Okay!"
Scrimgeour spread his arms, but he could only pull out a chair and sit next to him.
Although he is the Minister of Magic, he still has to abide by the rules here. Except for a few relatively safe rooms, most rooms in this Department of Mystery Affairs are not accessible to anyone, not even ministers.
After all, almost all research projects here are very dangerous for ordinary wizards.
……
While Scrimgeour was still waiting honestly, Freina, the secretary of the newcomer, who worked quite seriously, had already set off.
Don't look at her plain appearance, her whole body is exuding a kind of "rustic~IndoMTL.com~ It seems a little scary in daily life, but her heart is full of thirst.
As soon as she left the Ministry of Magic, she immediately stepped onto the flying broomstick and cast herself an apparently rough phantom spell.
Immediately, she skyrocketed quickly, and at the same time, she looked down at the positioning plate.
"Huh?"
She stared at the positioning plate before she could fly far, dumbfounded-she had already entered the registration code of "Maca McLean" just now, but why didn't she even have half of the positioning point? ?
Yes, this is actually a small mistake made by Scrimgeour in a hurry. If you change to another secretary with a little qualification, you will naturally choose to take a trip to Hogwarts, and will not cause any trouble to our minister.
It's a pity that Scrimgeour made a mistake this time, but he picked the wrong person.
"What to do...Should I go back to the magic wand registration office and check it again?" Freina hung in the air and muttered to herself with a tangled face, "No, I just confirmed it with my own eyes. The registration code is definitely not Wrong..."
Suddenly, she thought about it again:
"Then...or go to Hogwarts? Mr. McLean is likely to be there...No, no, it's not right! If you can find him by going directly to Hogwarts, then Mr. Minister again Why did you specifically say that I was "delivered to Maca McLean's hands"?"
After a long period of trouble, Freina, who was quite self-conscious, seemed to think of something, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
"That's right! Didn't it just say that a suspected dementor appeared in central London? Otherwise, just go there and have a look? Mr. McLean, it will definitely be there!"
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