Chapter 1128: The Scheduled Headline Interview

? Outside the window of the minister's office, the sun looks bright.

Of course, I mean, this bright sunshine may only be limited to the windows of the Ministry of Magic.

Since the Ministry of Magic is located deep underground, opening a regular window was obviously impossible. But if the members work in a dark environment all day long, at least it will not be good for their physical and mental health.

Therefore, almost every window in the underground building of the Ministry of Magic is enchanted, and the weather of each day is basically determined by the Magic Maintenance Department of the Ministry.

According to Arthur Weasley, a person familiar with the matter, there was a time last year when a hurricane blew outside the windows of the Ministry of Magic for two full months, and this was only because the maintenance staff wanted to raise their wages.

However, even if their salaries haven't risen yet, anyway, they don't dare to change the weather outside the window easily recently.

After all, some departments in the Ministry are under a lot of pressure these days, not least our Minister for Magic, Mr Scrimgeour.

"Oh, the weather on your windows is really nice today. I want to cast a spell on my room too. I think everyone knows that even the air outside is a bit sticky at the moment, and it's probably because of another It's raining!"

Maca was sitting on the sofa, calmly drinking a cup of coffee that Scrimgeour's secretary had just brought, and talking about him while drinking, as if he didn't want to switch to the main topic so quickly.

Kingsley at the side listened, and apologized with a bit of a smile:

"Mr. McLean, you probably don't know—the Ministry is tense all day now. If there is another haze outside the window, everyone's life will be even more difficult!"

Although many people have realized that Kingsley and Maca are secretly related, but on the surface, they still have to pretend to each other.

Otherwise, from the standpoint of Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, he would be a bit too embarrassing.

"Really?" Maca chatted with Kingsley very cooperatively, "Mr. Scrimgeour... if you need help, just tell me that doing your part for the work of the Ministry of Magic is also a part of our British magical community. What all wizards should do!"

"Uh...well, it would be great if you can have such awareness!"

Hearing Maca's high-sounding rhetoric, Scrimgeour almost took it seriously.

Fortunately, he soon realized that

The other party was just saying something nice in front of the female reporter of the "Daily Prophet", so it didn't make a joke in the first place.

Obviously, although Maca seems to have not brought the topic to today's business at all, the interview has actually begun.

In fact, since journalists are also human beings, it is impossible for all journalists to strictly abide by industry standards and maintain eternal objectivity. Therefore, before an interview, ordinary small talk is a good opportunity to leave a certain impression on the other party.

"Miss Braithwaite," just as he was speaking, Maka suddenly turned to the tall female reporter and said with a relaxed smile, "I have something to trouble you, please tell you Mr. Guffy, editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, just said that I am very happy to see the latest reports from your newspaper every morning! Well, I will remember to pay for it from next year onwards!"

"Oh, it's nothing... With your wealth, if you want to, it's just a trivial matter to pay directly for a hundred years!"

As expected of a reporter, Betty reacted quickly to Maca's little joke.

Moreover, it can be heard from her tone that the "Daily Prophet" still respects Maca, the youngest outstanding wizard in contemporary Britain.

Yes, at least compared to the previous conversation with Scrimgeour, Betty's response was obviously much more cautious.

However, from the other party's echo, Maca could also sense that the female reporter mentioned his worth intentionally or unintentionally, which was obviously not a coincidence.

"Well, do you want to show me the investigative capabilities of their newspaper reporters?"

After thinking for a while, Maca nodded secretly with some understanding.

If it is said that the trading of potions and chemical products he did was almost all done in the black market in the past, only now because of the turmoil in the black market, some of them have turned to the bright side.

Although the degree of confidentiality will inevitably be reduced accordingly, this matter is not something that everyone can find out.

"Then let me borrow your good words, I hope I can live for a hundred years!"

Maca shrugged without paying much attention, and replied meaningfully. But what he said was actually alluding to the struggle between himself and Hai Erbo. It is still unknown who will die and who will live.

After all, judging from the normal lifespan of a wizard, it is not a problem to live beyond the age of ninety. Those at the level of Maca and Dumbledore even live longer because of the active magic power.

But the premise is that there are no accidents.

Betty seems to have tasted Maca's temptation before the interview. Hearing Maca's meaningful words, she couldn't help but smile slightly, politely and reservedly maintained her sitting posture and bowed slightly:

"Mr. McLean was joking, but a hundred years is probably nothing to a wizard like you. Think about Mr. Albus Dumbledore, if it weren't for..."

Betty didn't finish her sentence, but the attitude she wanted to express was already very clear. It seems that the "Daily Prophet" seems to be more optimistic about Maca's final victory, even though they are not expected to stand in line easily.

"Perhaps!"

After figuring out the attitude of the female reporter and the newspaper behind her, Maca finally raised her eyebrows, then turned her head and smiled at Scrimgeour.

"Mr. Minister, I think this interview should start now! It must be said that none of us present is not busy. Hurry up and finish what you need to do, so you can continue to work on yourself. Something happened!"

When Scrimgeour heard this, he couldn't help muttering to himself:

"It's not that you are stalling for time."

But he didn't dare to say these words, so he immediately straightened the tie on his front again, and then he straightened his waist and gestured to the female reporter:

"Then, according to McLean's words, let's begin!"

The content of this interview is bound to be on the front page of the "Daily Prophet". For the newspaper, this is a good time to attract attention and increase subscription rates; and for the Ministry of Magic, this is an opportunity to guide public opinion and reduce the work pressure of the Ministry.

Thinking about it this way, apart from allowing him to show his face more and increase his already high popularity, there seems to be no great benefit from Maca?

However, not only Kingsley knew it well, even the female reporter Betty had already guessed that Maca must have other plans, and this interview might bring out some big news.

Only Scrimgeour, who is now focused on going to the seat below him, is still unaware of it.

"Ok, no problem!"

When Betty heard this, Dang even put down the cup in her hand, and took out her shorthand notebook and self-inking quill for interviews from the satchel beside her.

Meanwhile, the photographer who was sitting beside him stood up with his magic camera, ready to take a few more photos for the editor-in-chief to choose.

"Boom!"

Before Betty started to ask, the old-fashioned chalk flashlight suddenly exploded. The puff of smoke and the light that almost blinded people and dogs forced everyone to blink.

"Oh, Fu Zuo, you can take pictures later - I think some generous men here will give you time to take pictures!"

The photographer saw that Betty was waving her hand to disperse the smoke while stopping herself from taking pictures, so she obediently sat back on the sofa next to her.

"Sorry," Betty turned her head and said when she saw him sitting down, "Well, first of all, I have a few small questions here, and I need you, Mr. McLean... Oh, and Mr. Scrimgeour to help us. Readers, please answer—”

Most of her "little questions" were prepared at the newspaper office, and maybe the editor-in-chief asked her to bring them here to ask Maca, so she was a little anxious for a while.

So much so that when she spoke, she almost forgot Scrimgeour.

"Please!"

Maca didn't say much, just nodded.

"Then, the first little question——" Betty looked lightly, and asked after a slight pause, "Regarding the recent chaos in the British wizarding world... such as the underground meeting of dark wizards and the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic. Regarding the disappearance of the suspect, etc., Mr. McLean, do you personally think...how should we deal with it?"

To be honest, this first "little problem" is very tricky.

Of course, the tricky part of this question is not the question itself, but the object of the female reporter's question.

If the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour, was asked directly, it would undoubtedly be a routine official question and answer. But Betty didn't want to ask Scrimgeour's intentions, but instead asked Maca's personal opinion, which is obviously intriguing.

Fortunately, Maca was not embarrassed about this, because Dumbledore, who was an outsider, was asked similar questions by the media at the time during the wizarding revolution started by Grinwald.

"Ordinary people have no mandatory obligation to assist Aurors in dealing with dark wizards, and the danger of dark wizards is well known." Maca smiled calmly, "So I personally think that everyone, please don't get involved If anything is discovered in these incidents, it is enough to inform the Auror Office of the news immediately! You know, I think we can trust the Ministry of Magic's power to eliminate evil."

These words were spoken in one go, but Maca knew that this was not the answer that the female reporter Betty wanted. So at the end, he suddenly added:

"As for myself! As a member of the British wizarding community, I will probably do my best—well, of course, under the premise of ensuring my own safety, haha!"

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