A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 449: Scrimgeour

Felix came out of the Potions office with satisfaction and looked into the distance through the window. It is now late March, the weather has become a lot warmer, and the direction of the forbidden forest and mountains is finally no longer a bare tan patch.

"It's a pity not to go to the Forbidden Forest in such good weather." Felix said to himself, he cast a disillusionment spell on himself, shook off his body, put on a silver cloak and soared into the sky.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Felix landed, and the silver cloak behind him disappeared into dots of light. He couldn't help but think: "Maybe one of the future introductions about me will be a collaborative research with Dumbledore Twelve usages of the Patronus spell?"

Amused by the idea, he wandered through the Forbidden Forest. When you get closer, you will find that although the weather is still cold, many plants have already drilled out of the cold soil, revealing buds.

He also saw a musk orchid clump.

Felix wandered around several locations in the Forbidden Forest, including herds of unicorns, herds of hippogriffs, thestrals, and of course the lairs of acromantulas. Gork's rule is fairly stable, especially with the existence of Felix as an "accomplice". Any individual acromantula showing a brutal nature will not end well.

In the evening, Felix cast a spell on the stake he picked up and turned it into a dog toy, which he gave to Hagrid's hound Fang.

Back in the castle, he bumped into Professor Flitwick head-on in the hall. "Oh, Felix? Minerva was looking for you just now!" he shrieked.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know... But, she asked me to tell you to go to Dumbledore's office first, the password is: honey slag." Flitwick said the information he knew, "It's almost an hour What happened before."

"Okay." Felix shrugged and came to the separate small tower where the principal's office was huddled. After reading the command, the huge stone beast moved away, revealing the automatic spiral staircase behind it.

Felix knocked on the door, the shiny oak door opened automatically, he walked into the office, there were two people in the circular room, Dumbledore was sitting behind the desk, and one...

Felix narrowed his eyes, as if he saw an old lion striding towards him, with tawny mane and bushy eyebrows flying wildly, a pair of yellow eyes that were piercing and piercing, even the strands in the hair Neither the gray hair nor the shabby legs diminished the imposing presence.

The name Rufus Scrimgeour came to mind, Chief of the Auror Office, right-hand man of the Chief of Law Enforcement. But at least on the surface, he hasn't met Scrimgeour yet.

So he turned around and looked at Dumbledore beside him, "Principal Dumbledore? You are looking for me"

"Oh," Dumbledore recovered from the state of watching the bustle, crossed his slender fingers in front of him, and said with a smile: "According to the appointment of the Ministry of Magic, Felix, you will have three groups of visitors today ..." He glanced at the memo on the table, scratched his fingernails on it, and at the same time stretched out his index finger to flick a piece of colored sugar paper.

"The first is Professor March from the Wizarding Examination Bureau. She arrived an hour and a half ago. She is accompanied by Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Runic Association. They are currently at the school accompanied by Minerva. Take a walk.”

"It's a pity you didn't meet." He smiled and said, "But don't worry, Marchban told me that she plans to live in Hogwarts for a while, and I agreed."

Felix and Scrimgeour glared at him at the same time, and Scrimgeour said impatiently, "Dumbledore! You know I'm busy and I just need an answer... Maybe I should send an assistant over, But this matter is of great importance, and I must confirm it myself."

"Okay," said Dumbledore with a little regret, "the second is Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour in front of you. You should have heard his name. He read about Diego from the newspaper. The papers by Mr. Li and others were shocked by the phenomenon that ancient runes can increase spells, and it just so happens that he has a reserve Auror under his command..."

He looked at Scrimgeour, and Scrimgeour was silent for two seconds before saying in a low voice, "Albert Balck."

Felix thought for a while, "I seem to have a little impression of this name. Balk used to be an assistant of the Dueling Club, but as far as I know, his ancient rune is not very good."

"He only verified the authenticity of part of the information," Scrimgeour said, without a smile on his face. He seemed to have lost the ability to laugh after dealing with dark wizards for many years. I saw the specific effect on him, and it took him less than half an hour to restore the point of view mentioned in the paper in the newspaper, which is amazing..."

"Which one is it?" Felix interrupted him.

"Fire Rune and Fiery Curse," Scrimgeour said bluntly: "There are also two such as Water Flow and Water-Creating Curse."

Felix smiled, "I guess the young man's surname is Weasley."

"Percy Weasley, he is currently a senior assistant in the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation, responsible to Ludo Bagman and the Minister." Scrimgeour revealed a piece of information he did not know:

The position of Barty Crouch has not yet been taken over, so it can only be handed over to Fudge temporarily, and Bagman will also help.

Percy Weasley must have liked this arrangement. thought Felix.

"Let's open the skylight, Mr. Haipe." Scrimgeour said, "I personally admire your magical attainments, and I would also like to express my gratitude to you for quelling the riots at the Quidditch World Cup... Given the current situation The situation, we must plan early...I would like to invite you to join the Ministry of Magic."

"Sorry, I didn't hear you?"

Felix was really surprised. At most, he thought that the Auror leader wanted him to help train a group of Aurors or strikers, but he didn't expect that even he would be poached away.

"The situation is not optimistic, Batty's matter made the Ministry" Scrimgeour suddenly stopped talking, turned to look at Dumbledore, and exchanged a look with Dumbledore, "Okay." He muttered, "Since you know a lot, I might as well say a few more words, but these are all confidential information..."

He limped to the window and looked at the black lake in the distance, but Felix felt that he was observing himself from the corner of his eye, and he turned his body slightly, showing an expression of listening attentively.

"There was a lot of turmoil in the ministry," Scrimgeour said. It's working hours...people come and go..."

Felix imagined in his mind that a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, who was usually dressed meticulously, suddenly ran to the Ministry of Magic in tattered clothes and disheveled hair, and anyone who saw it would be shocked.

"...he looked as if he had been horribly tortured. Fudge panicked and was as disappointing as ever in the face of unexpected situations. It was Ms. Burns who stabilized the crowd and brought Barty Crouch to the small The conference room... a few of us, me, Fudge, Ms. Burns, Thickness, and a few others... heard Barty Crouch's testimony...you can imagine how shocked we were!"

Felix didn't answer. He knew almost all of these, and even knew that there was another person in the office at that time, Lucius Malfoy. That's right, Lucius himself also has a position in the Ministry of Magic. Although it is only a nominal consultant and does not undertake any specific affairs, with this title, he can intervene in many things, especially since Fudge came to power. Hughes even donated a large sum of money, which made him an easy guest of the Minister of Magic.

"Fortunately, the news was blocked, in order to avoid causing panic among the public..." Scrimgeour explained self-consciously, and continued: "But only Fudge is still pretending that Crouch is still under the influence of the spell, accusing He was talking nonsense, and Bones, Thicknesses, and I all realized the seriousness of the problem..."

"Mr. Scrimgeour, your topic is getting further and further away." Felix reminded him kindly.

Scremgeour glared at him, as if blaming him for interrupting his train of thought, he tossed his mane-like shaggy hair, "It's almost time... No one would be so stupid as to ignore a senior official The testimony, especially after the fact that we also inspected his wife's grave, was horrifying, it was empty..."

"Empty?" Felix asked quickly.

"According to Batty, his wife begged him before she died to get her son back... Life for life, Polyjuice Potion, smart move! A normal person and a dying person go Entering Azkaban, and then walking out, no one knows that people are just like that." Scrimgeour showed a complicated expression on his face for the first time. Ten years ago, he also supported Barty Crouch a member of

Felix suddenly understood how Crouch Jr. disappeared from public view and was confirmed to be "dead".

"If this thing is true, then why do we not believe in other things? Although Fudge still rejects that possibility, both Thicknesses and Ms. Burns almost believe it..." He looked at the deep blue sky, and his bushy eyebrows furrowed deeply: "A Death Eater and his master have reunited, planning secretly to restore power, but since he sent the only Death Eater he trusted to Hogwarts, it means that there is something he needs urgently..."

"Dumbledore, is the Sorcerer's Stone really destroyed?" Scrimgeour asked suddenly.

So Felix judged from this sentence that Scrimgeour was not Dumbledore's. Dumbledore said softly: "Of course, this is the result of discussions between me and the Nicolamets."

Felix also knew about this, and didn't express much surprise, but when Scrimgeour looked at him inquiringly, he couldn't understand, "So, you don't have any? "

Nothing? Felix blinked, and suddenly realized that this was Scrimgeour's purpose, Nickolamay's legacy. Some people in the Ministry of Magic may think that the most likely reason why Hogwarts has repeatedly attracted Voldemort's attention is that There is something here that will restore his strength.

For example, a Philosopher's Stone that was not destroyed as promised, or a Philosopher's Stone inherited by others.

The former is related to Dumbledore, and the latter naturally involves Felix.

"I did not inherit the Philosopher's Stone from Nicolas." Felix bowed slightly, his attitude calmed down.

But the greatest purpose of Scrimgeour's trip has been achieved, or in other words, he thinks he has achieved it. He continued to follow the planned plan: "In summary, we realized that the Ministry of Magic must be strengthened. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement has decided to expand the number of recruits, especially the Auror Office. We urgently need more talents. .”

Felix declines Scrimgeour's offer. Although he hinted that Felix would take his place within a few years.

However, he did not refuse the invitation to train Aurors and strikers, which was also what he wanted. "Just during the Easter break, how about?" Scrimgeour asked.

"No problem," Felix said, "I need to make some preparations, including the identities, school grades, and magic skills of those I train."

"You should know that these are secrets, right?" Scrimgeour immediately said sternly.

"I know, but I will know sooner or later..." Felix said happily: "I just try not to waste the time of both parties."

Scrimgeour stared at him for a while with his scary yellow eyes, and just when Felix thought he was about to fall asleep, he said in a low voice, "I will send someone I trust to copy the data A copy is delivered, you read it on the spot, and destroy it on the spot, excluding confidential files!"

"Then it's settled." Felix stretched out his hand, and Scrimgeour limped over, holding his big rough hand tightly.

When the tough Auror leader left the office~IndoMTL.com~Felix sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, "He looks ambitious."

"Well," Dumbledore said slowly, playing with the silverware on the table with his slender fingers, "that's obvious, and it's not a bad thing in a way. He had a premonition of the coming war, and He thinks this is an opportunity... But in fact, there are still many people standing in front of him, Amelia Borns, Pierce Thickness... If Batty is not imprisoned in Azkaban, he is also one of them , the war will prompt people to miss the iron-blooded chief.”

"You mean he has great ambition but little talent?" Felix asked sharply. Scrimgeour does not seem to be weak, and he is a person who does practical things.

"I'm afraid he underestimated the horror of war," Dumbledore murmured, "Yes, he has experienced wars more than ten years ago, fighting Death Eaters himself, but I don't know whether it was luck or Unfortunately, he never met Voldemort face-to-face... They still haven't realized the crux of the problem: before Voldemort, there will be Death Eaters, and once Voldemort disappears, Death Eaters are like little beasts without parents There is nowhere to hide."

"Oh." Felix lowered his head and thought. After a while, he raised his head and asked the question he had been wanting to ask all along: "Albus, have you really defeated Voldemort?"