Chapter 1110 Secret Meeting
“It’s really strange that I’m late.”
Scrimgeour took his eyes away from the pocket watch and looked sideways at the fog clinging to the windowpane outside. A rare hint of worry appeared on his young face. Ever since the dementors fell to the mysterious man, these **** monsters It floated all over the UK, unscrupulously ingesting the happy memories of Muggles, constantly multiplying, and eventually formed these strange fogs, but the Ministry of Magic was powerless to do anything about it.
Even Muggles noticed something was wrong. In late June, the sky was filled with cold mist...it looked very abnormal.
Scrimgeour took a sip of black tea and heard light footsteps coming from beside him. He slowly turned around and looked at the stranger sitting opposite him, and soon realized who he was.
To ensure the safety of this meeting, both men used polypotions to disguise themselves as Muggles.
It is obviously a normal thing for two young people to meet for tea and chat in a beverage shop. No wizard would waste his limited time and energy on Muggles.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Albert smiled apologetically at Scrimgeour.
"It took about five minutes." Scrimgeour didn't care that the other party was late. He suspected that Albert had repeatedly confirmed that the surroundings were safe before coming to see him.
Actually, Scrimgeour guessed correctly. Albert did arrive earlier than Scrimgeour. However, for safety reasons, he did not show up for the time being. Instead, he first made sure that the surroundings were safe before coming to see Scrimgeour.
“As an apology for being late, I’m going to treat you today.” Albert turned his head and said to the waiter, “A cup of cappuccino.”
Scrimgeour waited for the girl to walk away, then turned his attention back to the strange young man in front of him. He lowered his voice and said, "You should have noticed that it has been a mess lately. We need your help."
"No, no, you don't need it. There's not much I can do to help you." Albert said unhurriedly. He knew exactly what Scrimgeour was saying and what he wanted to do.
To be honest, he is very disgusted with the so-called "righteousness", even disgusting and disgusting.
“Everyone needs you.”
Scrimgeour sighed softly in his heart, knowing that his plan to ask Albert to help failed, but he continued to fight, "Besides, I think senior assistant is also a good job, and many people are eager to..."
"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 took the book from his shoulder bag He took out a book and handed it to Scrimgeour opposite.
Scrimgeour glanced at the "Guide to Self-Defense" and fell into a brief silence.
"Is this considered promoting his new book?" Scrimgeour flipped through the contents of the "Self-Defense Guide" and found an advertisement for a black magic defense item embedded in the book. His expression was particularly complicated.
“You can think of it this way, the price is fair and cheap, all you need is...” Albert raised two fingers.
“Sir, your cappuccino.” The waitress placed the coffee in front of Albert.
"Thanks."
Albert picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste could only be said to be okay.
“You’ll come in handy.”
Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, but he did not refuse the other party's kindness. He actually knew that the Ministry of Magic's safety manual for dealing with Death Eaters was completely useless. Many employees could not even recite a decent Iron Armor Charm. On the contrary, there was something in the "Self-Defense Guide" Teach everyone how to protect themselves in danger. Dark magic defense items can effectively resist evil spells, if they really work.
"Do you really want to stop thinking about it? I will definitely give you a satisfactory price?" Scrimgeour is not going to give up yet. Even though he actually dislikes Albert, he still needs to waste more words to win over him. Can accurately predict the future, not to mention Scrimgeour has not forgotten the prophecy about his own death.
To be honest, he didn’t want to die, so it was necessary to win over Albert.
“Why don’t you try to solve the problem yourself?” Albert said softly.
"I think..." Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, looked at Albert and said calmly, "Okay, maybe we should bring the topic back to the topic. You are definitely not trying to sell me the things in the book and advertisement. Did you just come to see me?"
“I’m going to get married!” Albert suddenly said.
"What?"
Scrimgeour was in a daze and couldn't recover for a moment. He didn't understand what Albert meant by what he said.
Moreover, didn’t he just graduate from Hogwarts the day before yesterday?
"This wedding is destined to be uneventful." Albert's tone was very calm, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.
“You want me to...”
Scrimgeour suddenly guessed what Albert meant. Was he planning to use the power of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic?
However, Albert's next words made Scrimgeour stunned.
“You guessed wrong.” Albert shook his head.
“Wrong guess?” Scrimgeour frowned.
“Those people hate me very much, and they will probably come.”
"If you want to get it..." Scrimgeour was interrupted again by Albert before he finished speaking.
"It seems that long-term work has made your brain less bright. I suggest you drink some tea first and taste the meaning of my words." Albert was disgusted with Scrimgeour's political thinking.
Scrimgeour frowned deeply and disliked Albert's words. The other person seemed to be mocking him for being a fool.
“Your thinking pattern is wrong.” Albert reminded kindly, “This is fatal.”
“This is what he relies on.”
Speaking, Albert waved his fist slightly.
"And you rely on this." Albert pointed to his mouth.
Scrimgeour's frown deepened, thinking about the meaning of Albert's words. If the fist represents power, what does the mouth represent?
say?
"To be honest, I'm very unhappy." Albert put down the tea cup and looked at Scrimgeour calmly, "Of course, this matter is also a good opportunity for you. I know you can't find anyone, I hope Find them through me.”
Scrimgeour looked up at Albert.
“Now, they deliver it to the door themselves.” Albert reminded.
“Send it to your door yourself?” Scrimgeour suddenly understood the meaning of Albert’s words, “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 planning to..." Scrimgeour looked at Albert in surprise.
"I can totally change the wedding venue." Albert took out the wooden box from his shoulder bag and pushed it in front of Scrimgeour. After opening it, there were some hair with name tags on it, a small bottle of compound potion and A silver card.
The meaning is already obvious, let the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic disguise themselves as guests and ambush the Death Eaters who come to cause trouble.
“It seems that you have already prepared everything.” Scrimgeour didn’t like the feeling of being led around, but it made him confirm the terrifying nature of the young man in front of him.
This has clearly arranged the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, and Scrimgeour cannot refuse because Albert gave him what he wanted, even though he knew that he was being used by the other party.
"This is one of your few chances," Albert said softly, "If I were you I wouldn't give them a chance."
Scrimgeour did not expect that Albert would actually ask him to kill the Death Eaters directly.
"Unless you have made up your mind, it is best not to touch that position." Albert reminded kindly, "If you get what you want, there will be no turning back. Don't have any expectations. The current one is undoubtedly very smart."
“What did you do a while ago?” Scrimgeour suddenly asked.
"I just reminded him that there are not so many coincidences in the world." Albert said softly, "There is no doubt that he has understood."
Scrimgeour looked complicated. As he expected, the matter of the Death Eaters being blamed at the Ministry of Magic was indeed related to Albert.
“Think about it!” Albert said with a smile.
“Consider, you never meant for me to think about it from the beginning, did you?” Scrimgeour closed the lid and laughed at himself.
Neither the Ministry of Magic nor he had a choice.
Now is undoubtedly the best time to attack the Death Eaters. Albert Anderson obviously foresaw something in advance and laid this plan, intending to use the Ministry of Magic to attack the Death Eaters. He may even have seen the outcome.
“Who won?” Scrimgeour asked confusedly.
“You.” Albert said matter-of-factly, “Only if you are prepared.”
“That’s enough.”
“By the way, there’s one more thing.” Albert said suddenly.
"What's up?"
“I guess Bones will be gone in a while.”
“You are reminding me, oh, you still don’t want to...”
"There are some things that you and I can't change, unless it's Mr. Principal." Albert drank all the coffee in his cup and said softly: "You want to ask me why I didn't tell him?"
“I actually reminded them, whether it’s you, Bones, or the principal, but...sometimes it’s not something that can be solved by just reminding them. Cassandra is the best example.”
Scrimgeour took a deep look at Albert. He knew what he meant. If Bones died, it would be entirely his own fault.
Isn't this a warning to him?
He gave a reminder. If you don't listen, don't blame him until you die.
“Bones is too dedicated.” Albert shrugged.
“Dedication?”
Scrimgeour felt that there was a strong sense of ridicule in these words.
However, he has already marked Amelia Bones for death. According to Albert, the mysterious man will do it himself, so Dumbledore is needed.
Aurors can't stop You-Know-Who.
Dumbledore obviously could not have provided asylum to Amelia Bones forever if You-Know-Who really wanted to murder her.
Hide is undoubtedly the best option, but Amelia Bones obviously refused, so Albert said she was too dedicated.
So, what about himself?
"Happy cooperation!" Scrimgeour reached out to Albert, "I hope to get your help before then to make the plan go smoothly. As for the advertisement in the book, if it is practical, I will consider it."
Fudge's resignation is already inevitable. If Amelia Bones really dies, then Scrimgeour feels that he will really become the new minister. This is a crisis for him, but it is also an opportunity.
Otherwise, according to the normal process, he would have no chance of becoming the Minister of Magic, and the gift from Albert would undoubtedly help him secure that position.
Before leaving, Albert gave Scrimgeour another letter, paid the money at the counter, and left directly.
"What a disgusting guy." Scrimgeour glanced at the letter in his hand, then looked at Albert's leaving back, and muttered in a low voice.
He hated Albert's indifference to the head of the Auror office, hated the fact that he was using him to fight Death Eaters, hated the feeling of being led by someone's nose, hated... Scrimgeour could easily come up with ten reasons to hate him, However, Albert gave him something he couldn't refuse. No matter how much he hated the other party, he had to hold his nose and deal with the other party in a nice voice, and the other party obviously knew this.
"it's over?"
As soon as Albert left the cold drink shop, he saw the blonde girl walking towards him with two hamburgers and handed one of them to his hand.
After Isobel learned that Albert planned to see Scrimgeour, she took the initiative to help guard the sentry. Originally, Albert had no intention of asking the other party to help, but Isobel insisted and he did not refuse.
"It's over, it went well." Albert asked with a smile, "Do you want to go home now, or wander around again?"
“Go home, the weather is very bad today!” Isobel said without thinking.
"go home!"
Albert took Isobel's arm and walked towards the next corner, disappearing into the alley when no one noticed.
The two of them turned a few corners and, with the help of the house elf, successfully returned to the safe house.
“When did you convince Scrimgeour?” Isobel asked, taking a bite of her burger.
"A long time ago, it was not difficult to convince them, just give them what they want." Albert took a few bites of the hamburger from Isobel and said, "Eat less of these things, it is easy to gain weight, and it will make the family poor. The elves prepare delicious and healthy food for you.”
“It shouldn’t matter if you eat it occasionally.” Isobel muttered.
“Where were you just now?”
“I bought you something delicious.” Albert said with a smile, “You probably rarely taste Muggle food.”
“I heard everything just now.” Katrina narrowed her eyes and said.
"If you don't eat it, you'll give it to the house elves." Albert reminded.
“Who says I won’t eat.”
Katrina took out her wand, split the burger in half, and shared it with Isobel. Just as Isobel said, it doesn't matter if you eat a small amount.
“It’s a bit like a sandwich, but better than a sandwich.” Katrina commented simply, “By the way, what did you do to find Scrimgeour just now?”
“Are you curious?”
“Can’t say?” Katrina asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I asked him to help deal with the Death Eaters who might come to disrupt the wedding.”
“Making trouble?” Katrina opened her mouth.
"Don't worry, everything is going according to plan." Albert said confidently, "Since those people want to cause trouble, they have to pay a price for it."
Forgot to separate the papers, dizzy
(End of this chapter)