Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1108: Secret meeting

"It's a strange thing to be late."

Scrimgeour turned his gaze away from his pocket watch and looked sideways at the mist clinging to the windowpane outside. There was a rare look of worry on his young face. Since the Dementor fell on the mysterious man, this group of Damn monsters floated all over Britain, recklessly ingesting muggle happy memories, multiplying, and eventually forming these eerie mists that the Ministry of Magic could do nothing about.

Even Muggles noticed something was wrong, and in late June, the sky was filled with a chilly fog...unusual by any means.

Scrimgeour took a sip of the black tea and heard light footsteps beside him. He slowly turned around and looked at the stranger sitting across from him, and quickly realized who he was.

In order to secure the meeting, both were disguised as Muggles using a compound potion.

It's obviously normal for two young people to meet for tea and chat in a beverage shop, and no wizard would waste their limited time and energy on Muggles.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Albert smiled apologetically at Scrimgeour.

"Waited about five minutes." Scrimgeour didn't care that the other party was late, and he suspected that Albert had double-checked the safety of the surroundings before he came to see him.

Actually, Scrimgeour guessed right, Albert did arrive earlier than Scrimgeour, but for safety, he didn't show up for the time being, and came to see Scrimgeour first to make sure the surroundings were safe.

"Apologize for being late, I'll treat you today." Albert turned his head to the waiter and said, "A cup of cappuccino."

Scrimgeour waited for the girl to walk away before turning his gaze back to the unfamiliar young man in front of him. He lowered his voice and said, "You should have noticed, it's been a mess lately, and we need your help."

"No, no, you don't need it, there's not much I can do to help you," said Albert slowly, knowing exactly what Scrimgeour was talking about and what he wanted to do.

To be honest, he was very disgusted with the so-called "carelessness", even disgusting and disgusting.

"Everyone needs you."

Scrimgeour sighed inwardly, knowing that his plan to get Albert's help failed, but he continued to fight, "Also, I think senior assistant is also a good job, and many people are eager... …”

"I already have a job, if you pay attention, you will find that I wrote a book a while ago, and it will be officially sold in the next few days." Albert interrupted with a smile, and obeyed. He took a book out of his shoulder bag and handed it to Scrimgeour across from him.

Scrimgeour glanced at the Self-Defense Guide and fell silent for a while.

"Is this a promotion of my new book?" Scrimgeour flipped through the "Guide to Self-Defense" catalog, and found an advertisement for an entrained Defense Against the Dark Arts item in the book, with a particularly complicated expression.

"You can think so, the price is fair and cheap, just need..." Albert raised two fingers.

"Sir, your cappuccino." The waitress placed the coffee in front of Albert.

"Thank you."

Albert took a sip of his coffee, but it tasted okay.

"You'll come in handy."

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, but he didn't reject the other party's good intentions. He actually knew that the Ministry of Magic's safety manual for dealing with Death Eaters was useless. Many employees couldn't even pronounce a decent armor spell. There are instructions on how to protect yourself in danger, and Defense Against the Dark Arts items can be effective against curses, if they really work.

"I really don't think about it anymore? I'm sure I'll give you a satisfactory price?" Scrimgeour wasn't about to give up, even if he actually didn't like Albert very much, he still needed him to waste more words to win over. Just because the other party can accurately predict the future, not to mention that Scrimgeour has not forgotten the prophecy about his own death.

To be honest, he didn't want to die, so it was necessary to get Albert.

"Why not try to figure it out yourself?" Albert whispered.

"I'd rather..." Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, then looked at Albert and said, "Okay, maybe we should get back to the topic, you're definitely not trying to sell me that book and The things in the ad came to see me, right?"

"I'm getting married!" said Albert suddenly.

"What?"

Scrimgeour was a little stunned, he didn't get back to his senses for a while, and didn't understand what Albert meant when he said this.

And, didn't he just graduate from Hogwarts the day before yesterday?

"This wedding is destined to be uneventful." Albert's tone was calm, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

"You wish I..."

Scrimgeour suddenly guessed what Albert meant. Was this going to use the power of the Ministry of Magic Aurors?

However, Albert's next words left Scrimgeour stunned.

"You guessed wrong." Albert shook his head.

"Wrong guess?" Scrimgeour frowned.

"Those people hate me, they will probably come."

"If you want..." Scrimgeour was interrupted again before he could finish his sentence.

"It seems that long-term work has made your head not very bright. I suggest that you have some tea first and taste what I mean." Albert was disgusted by Scrimgeour's political thinking.

Scrimgeour frowned deeply, disliking Albert's words, as if he was mocking him for being a fool.

"Your mindset is wrong," Albert reminded kindly. "It's deadly."

"He relies on this."

Speaking, Albert waved his fist lightly.

"And that's what you're up to." Albert pointed to his mouth.

Scrimgeour's brows furrowed deeper, thinking about what Albert meant, if fists meant strength, what did mouths mean?

Speak?

"Honestly, I'm very upset." Albert put down his teacup and looked at Scrimgeour calmly. "Of course, this is a good opportunity for you, too. I know you won't find it. people, hope to find them through me.".c0m

Scrimgeour looked up at Albert.

"Now, they're delivered to the door themselves," Albert reminded.

"Deliver it yourself?" Scrimgeour suddenly understood what Albert meant. "You mean..."

"Yes, the risk is a bit high, but the advantage is on your side, you can think about it, because the choice is yours."

"Are you going to..." Scrimgeour looked at Albert in surprise.

"I could totally change the place of marriage." Albert took the wooden box out of his shoulder bag and pushed it in front of Scrimgeour. When he opened it, there were some hair with name tags, a small bottle Recipe and a silver card.

The meaning is obvious, let the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic pretend to be guests and ambush the Death Eaters who come to make trouble.

"Looks like you've got everything ready." Scrimgeour didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose, but it made him confirm the horror of the young man in front of him.

This is a clear arrangement between the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, and Scrimgeour couldn't refuse, because Albert gave him what he wanted, even though he knew he was being used by the other party. .

"This is one of your few chances," Albert whispered. "If I were you, I wouldn't have given them a chance."

"It's amazing, I didn't expect you to say that."

Scrimgeour didn't expect Albert to let him kill the Death Eaters.

"It's best not to touch that position unless you've made up your mind," Albert reminded kindly, "If you get it, there's no turning back, don't have any expectations, the one who is now is undoubtedly very smart. ."

"What did you do a while back?" Scrimgeour asked suddenly.

"I just reminded him that there aren't that many coincidences in the world," Albert said softly. "There's no doubt he got it."

Scrimgeour's expression was complicated. As he expected, the fact that the Death Eaters were caught at the Ministry of Magic really had something to do with Albert.

"Think about it!" Albert said with a smile.

"Consideration, you didn't intend for me to think about it in the first place, did you?" Scrimgeour sneered as he closed the lid.

Neither the Ministry of Magic nor him have a choice.

Now is undoubtedly the best time to fight the Death Eaters. Albert Anderson obviously foreshadowed something in advance and set up this game, intending to use the hands of the Ministry of Magic to fight the Death Eaters, and he may even have seen the end long ago. .

"Who won," Scrimgeour asked without end.

"You," said Albert, of course, "if you are prepared."

"That's enough."

"By the way, there is one more thing." Albert said suddenly.

"What's the matter?"

"I guess Burns will be gone in a while."

"You're reminding me, oh, or you don't want to..."

"There are some things you and I can't change unless it's Mr. Principal." Albert drank his coffee and said softly, "You want to ask me why I didn't tell him?"

"I actually reminded them, whether it was you, Burns, or the principal, but...sometimes it's not just a reminder, and Cassandra is the best example."

Scrimgeour took a deep look at Albert. He knew what he meant. If Burns died, he would be doing it all on his own.

Isn't this a warning to him?

He gave a reminder, if you don't listen, don't blame him when you die.

"Borns is so dedicated." Albert shrugged.

"Dedicated?"

Scrimgeour felt that there was a strong sarcasm in the words,

However, he has already given Amelia Burns a death tag. According to Albert, the You-Know-Who will do it himself, so Dumbledore is needed.

Aurors can't stop You-Know-Who.

Dumbledore obviously couldn't have ever given Amelia Burns asylum if You-Know-Who really wanted to murder her.

Hiding was the best option, and Amelia Burns apparently refused, which is why Albert said she was too dedicated.

And what about himself?

"Happy cooperation!" Scrimgeour stretched out his hand towards Albert, "I hope to get your help to make the plan go smoothly before then. As for the advertisement in the book, if it is practical, I will consider it. .”

Fudge's resignation is inevitable. If Amelia Burns really dies, then Scrimgeour feels that he will really become the new minister. This is a crisis for him, too. It's also an opportunity.

Otherwise, according to the normal process, he has no chance to become Minister of Magic at all, and this great gift from Albert's door will undoubtedly help him secure that position.

Before leaving, Albert gave Scrimgeour another letter, paid at the counter, and left.

"What a disgusting fellow." Scrimgeour muttered softly, glancing at the letter in his hand and then looking at Albert's departing back.

He hated Albert's indifference to the Auror Chief, hated him using him to attack the Death Eaters, hated the feeling of being held by the nose, hated... Scrimgeour could easily come up with ten haters The other party's reason, however, Albert gave him something that he couldn't refuse. Even if he hated the other party, he had to hold his nose and deal with the other party in a good voice, and the other party obviously knew this.

"It's over?"

Albert had just left the cold drink shop when he saw the blonde girl walking towards him with two burgers and handing one of them to him.

After Yin Zebel knew that Albert was going to see Scrimgeour, he took the initiative to come over to help guard the sentry. Originally, Albert did not intend to ask the other party to help, but Yin Zebel insisted, and he did not refuse.

"It's over, it went well." Albert asked with a smile, "Go home now, or do you want to wander around?"

"Go home, the weather is terrible today!" Yin Zebel said without hesitation.

"Go home!"

Albert took Yin Zebel's arm and walked towards the next corner, disappearing into the alley without anyone noticing.

The two turned a few corners and returned to the safe house with the help of the house elf.

"When did you convince Scrimgeour." Inzebel asked, taking a bite of his hamburger.

"A long time ago, it was not difficult to convince them, just give them what they wanted." Albert said, taking a few bites of the hamburger from Yinzebel, "eat less of these things, it is easy to gain weight, Let the house-elves prepare healthy food for you."

"It should be fine to eat occasionally." Yin Zebel muttered.

"Where did you guys go just now."

"Bought something delicious for you." Albert said with a smile, "You probably rarely taste Muggle food."

"I heard it just now," Katrina said, narrowing her eyes.

"If you don't eat it~IndoMTL.com~ then give the house-elves a taste of it," Albert reminded.

"Who says I don't eat."

Katrina took out her wand and directly divided the burger in half and shared it with Yin Zebel. As Yin Zebel said, it doesn't really matter if you eat a small amount.

"A bit like a sandwich, but better than a sandwich." Katrina commented briefly, "By the way, what did you guys just go to Scrimgeour for?"

"Are you curious?"

"Can't tell?" Katrina asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I asked him to help with the Death Eaters who might come to the wedding to make trouble."

"Missing?" Katrina opened her mouth.

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