Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 514: Visit of the new minister

"... Lie down, like a patient!" Hermione stood by the bed and pointed to the bed stubbornly. "Don't you think you are embarrassed by standing at the door? Just like you Are you here to visit?"

As soon as Maca stepped into the ward, she didn't even have time to say a word of thanks, when Hermione said that she was a little embarrassed.

Yes, in principle, he is still a patient. Although he knew very well in his heart, he finally fainted only because his magic power was overdrawn, not because of any injuries.

I remember that when he woke up from St. Mungo’s hospital bed, he was surprised at one time, why was he sent to the St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital by the National People’s Congress. Because he just fainted, there is nothing wrong with his brain, what kind of situation it was like before he fainted can stay in his mind!

At that moment...that is, yesterday, he took the ancient magic mirror and moved directly to the old forest deep in the mountains of Albania. There are few people there, so it is relatively suitable to temporarily house those terrible items.

After that, he used the remaining magic power to place a rune pattern in the underground palace based on the soul rune, and tried to seal the ancient mirror. But it wasn't until the end that the seal began to realize that this thing could not be easily banned.

The power of the ancient mirror is very powerful, and the waves of soul shock seem to be endless, no matter how strong the seal is, it is impossible to completely seal it.

Unfortunately, in order to stop taking risks, he didn't go to the ghost swamp of the United States to observe. If you look at it, maybe you can get some inspiration from the original sealing method.

In the end, although he opened the seal formation for the time being, how long it can last is really hard to say. It seems that before finding the correct and effective sealing method, he has to reinforce it again and again.

Of course, you can leave it alone for the time being. After all, this incident can actually be said to have smoothed out two hidden dangers for Maca by the way. Voldemort and Greenward both lie down, and the happiest one is of course Maca. At least for him, the Bewitching Monument and the broken mirror are temporarily safe.

Maca, who was greatly relieved, barely returned to Hogwarts in a state of depletion of magic power, and fell into the snow and lost consciousness. Had he not agreed with Professor McGonagall in advance, he wouldn't know how long he would lie in the ice and snow!

Not to mention this, now Maca, under Hermione’s persistent persuasion, had to lie back on the bed again. If he had to say it, he did still have some injuries, it was just the damage caused by excessive retrospective time, but he could not be cured by lying in bed.

"Maca, how are you feeling now?" Mrs. Weasley did not seem to be anxious than Hermione. When Maca lay down, she asked, "Although you can run to the next door, but Your complexion is not as good as you show! Look at you, you are all thinner..."

"Madam, I'm really fine." Maca shook his head helplessly, "I don't know my own situation? It's just a little bit of injury, and it doesn't make much difference."

"I don't think so!" Tonks said disapprovingly, "Tell me, when have you been so embarrassed now? You know, it's Voldemort and Greenward!"

"Yeah!" Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly, "The two previous generations of the Dark Lord are all planted in your hands!"

"Dumbledore would be proud of you if he knew it." Even Lupin couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, they had murmured these words privately many times before when Maca was in a coma. At that time, all the wizards in Hogwarts Castle also made similar comments when they came out to watch.

"Everyone said, you are the Dumbledore of this era!" Neville followed, "This is...this is really amazing!"

But when Maca heard it, she had to smile to herself.

Although he did have such a plan to wipe out the two Mr. Dark Lords in one go, there was such a big mistake in the middle that he was very troubled by it. To be honest, many times the process may not be very important. As long as the result is good, people will be happy about it.

So, even if one of the two Dark Lords abandoned his body, and the other was buried in a pit dug by the former, it seems that neither of them has much to do with Maca. But after Maca's hard work, all the results belong to him, which is a natural fact.

"I'm not as good as you think." Maca shrugged, just casually humble.

He doesn't care, anyway, he has spent a lot of energy from start to finish, and it doesn't hurt to take the credit for it. Because the truth is hard to say clearly, since it is unclear, it is better not to say it directly.

"Maca, what was the situation at that time? How did you fight the two dark kings..." Fred asked enthusiastically.

"Did you fight the two of them alone?" George added the next sentence.

Maca thought for a while, and was planning to pick out what he could say and tell everyone that, by the way, he could also spread his modified version through their mouths. But he just said few words, only to find that there seemed to be a wizard in the corridor outside and stopped in front of the door of the ward.

As the knock on the door sounded, a male voice followed from outside into the ward.

"Mr. McLean?"

The voice seemed a little hoarse, but it also sounded very magnetic because of it. Although the tone is very polite, but it has a sharp tone, just listening to the voice gives people a strong feeling.

"It's me," Maca recalled, realizing that for a while, he couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was. Obviously he was not an acquaintance. "The door is unlocked, please come in."

As soon as the voice fell, the other party unscrewed the door of the room and walked inside with a large and rapid step. Look at that straightforward manner of action, and good clothes, he must be a resolute and resolute big man.

"You are... Mr. Scrimgeour? Oh no, you should be called the'Minister' now." Maca took the opportunity to be polite, and then continued, "May I ask the Minister of Magic to ask about yesterday Thing about it?"

Mr. Na Scrimgeour, whose full name is Rufus Scrimgeour, is the new minister of the Ministry of Magic after the accident of Cornelius Fudge.

He has dark brown curly hair, his eyebrows are like two sharp knives, a pair of thin-framed glasses with gold rims on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of sharp eyes hidden behind the glass. eye. Even if it was a foot injury from the past Auror career, he was inevitably a little lame, but he still walked with wind.

This guy used to be the head of the Auror's office, and his style has always been hard-line. In terms of the principles of life, he is actually much more positive than Fudge, especially obsessed with eliminating the dark wizards. Unfortunately, his and Dumbledore’s opinions are often different, after all, their starting points are completely different from the beginning.

When Maca asked about the purpose of the new minister, the other party shook his head first.

"Yes, I really want to know how you solved Voldemort and Greenward together. But today I am here because of another thing..." Scrimgeour With a sullen face, as always, he put on his official style, "But before that, I ask everyone here to avoid it. I need to talk to Mr. McLean, Mr. Potter, and Weiss. Lai... Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger have a chat."

There were obviously several "Mr. Weasleys" crowded in this ward, so that Scrimgeour had to correct the way of addressing, so as not to have to talk more because of the ambiguity.

After hearing this, Maca frowned slightly and thought about it, and couldn't help but tentatively said: "Is it related to Professor Dumbledore?"

Scrimgeour nodded blankly~IndoMTL.com~ But probably because everyone is still in the room, they didn't answer anything specifically.

Maca had some guesses in his mind, and nodded at the others. Lupin and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other before beckoning everyone to leave the ward temporarily.

It didn't take long for the ward, which had originally appeared to be quite crowded, to become spacious again.

Seeing that they were all out, Scrimgeour suddenly took out his wand again and carefully placed a Silencing Charm around the room. It is indeed a wizard who is used to being an Auror, but his words and deeds are somewhat similar to the original Moody.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, did you come this time because Professor Dumbledore left a will?" After the other party finished the arrangement, Maca asked.

When he asked, the other three friends in the room felt a little surprised. Professor Dumbledore made a will? When was it established? What does it have to do with a few of them?

"You know?" Scrimgeour gave him a hesitant look. "How would you know? Albus Dumbledore hadn't told anyone about it."

"Uh, I guess." Maca said, "Because it's almost time to calculate."

"What time?" Scrimgeour frowned.

"What time is there?" Hermione said suddenly, "Professor Dumbledore must have left us something, but you have detained them! If the thirty-one-day deadline is not up, you still Are you not going to send them here?"

When Scrimgeour heard it, he glanced at Hermione with a constant expression on his face.

"According to Article 13, the Ministry of Magic has the right to inspect and confiscate the illegal items involved in the will." He said, but looked at Maca again, "Of course, if there are no illegal items, The Ministry of Magic will naturally deliver the relevant successors within the deadline."