Chapter 909 New Secretary Frena

It's happening again in London.

When news of the dementor-like creature appearing in the center of the ferry quickly reached Scrimgeour's ears, he was in the same mood as the Muggle Prime Minister who had also just learned about it.

"...Then what are you waiting for! Send someone to deal with it! The Auror Office, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Department of Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts, get them all moving!"

After driving the secretary out of the office, Scrimgeour sat back on the chair heavily, making a light "creak".

"Dementors...why are they dementors again?" He frowned and muttered puzzledly, "Haven't Azkaban already restricted the dementors inside the fortress? Where did it come from..."

Just as he was talking, he picked up the report slip sent by the secretary just now, and scanned it hastily—he just listened to the secretary's dictation, and he hasn't read the report carefully yet!

But not long after, Scrimgeour threw the list on the table again, and began to think about it with his chest in his arms.

In fact, due to the tight schedule of the incident, the report was not written in too much detail. But to talk about the minimum appearance, the emergency investigators gave a more vivid description in the first place.

The description of the monster that suddenly appeared on the streets of London is actually only one sentence:

"That's a 'cleanly dressed' dementor with red eyes."

Scrimgeour is obviously no stranger to dementors, so he is also very clear, how can there be any "dementors in neat clothes" in this world?

Oh, there are so many bizarre things in the wizarding world, it seems that it can't be said so deadly... So, at least it is safer to add "in the British wizarding world" to this sentence.

Anyway, Scrimgeour has grown so big, and he has never seen a dementor without a black ragged cloak!

So, if that wasn't a dementor, what was it?

Thinking of this, he straightened up, stretched out his hand and pressed the metal bell on the table. Not long after, a ringing bell rang in the secretary's office on standby at any time.

"Tut Tuk."

"Come in!"

As soon as Scrimgeour finished speaking, another ministerial secretary who was different from before immediately opened the door and walked in, and hurried to the desk and stood still.

To be honest, this female secretary looks a little young, with some rustic freckles on her face. She was wearing a pair of glasses, and behind the thick glasses glass was hiding a slightly timid gaze.

From the looks of it, this seems to be a newcomer.

"Adjust and postpone the remaining appointments for today..." Scrimgeour just started, but shook his head and said, "Well, after you go out, you will transfer this matter to someone else. Your task is to send this to Mary in the hands of Mr Carl Maclean."

After finishing speaking, he casually picked up the wand that was set aside, and tapped lightly on the report sheet on the table.

"Copy to double."

A simple incantation was spit out from Scrimgeour's mouth, and the report sheet suddenly twisted its body, and then "jumped" out of it an identical copy.

Scrimgeour picked it up and folded it slightly, then stuffed it into the hands of the young female secretary.

"Hmm... Freya?"

He probably couldn't remember the name of the girl who just joined the job for a while, so he called out a little uncertainly, but soon he didn't care about these trivial problems.

"Anyway, go! Come on fast—if Mr. McLean says anything, you'll bring it back exactly."

After such an instruction, Scrimgeour didn't say anything more, but grabbed the original report card, and it was the former secretary who walked towards the door one step at a time.

The girl pulled back the somewhat tight business attire, and after Scrimgeour's back disappeared through the outer door, she corrected in a low voice:

"My name is 'Flena'..."

...

Regardless of whether the new secretary's name is "Freya" or "Frena",

To Scrimgeour, these were all trivial matters.

After leaving his minister's office, he immediately walked quickly towards the special elevator on the other side.

Even among the employees of the entire Ministry of Magic, only a few people are qualified to take this elevator. It is specially used to go directly to the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor underground and the dungeon on the tenth floor underground. There are only a few floor buttons in it. three.

"Minister!" "Mr. Minister."

In front of the elevator door, the two Aurors on duty saluted him slightly. Scrimgeour, who was in a hurry to get off, just nodded in a hurry, and walked into the elevator car through the grille door they helped to open.

After the fence door automatically snapped back and closed, he poked on the button marked "-9". Immediately, he felt that the car was falling suddenly, so fast that he felt the blood all over his body rushing to his forehead.

This feeling is uncomfortable, but after all, the time is very short. In the blink of an eye twice, the car suddenly stopped moving, causing his face, which was a little red from the blood in his head, to turn pale immediately.

"If it's not too urgent, I'd rather go to the central elevator with the other people!"

Once here, there are no Aurors on duty anymore. Scrimgeour opened the fence door by himself, and then stepped into a large round room.

Except for the twelve identical doors, the rest of the surfaces are covered with black, hard, and shiny tiles. When you are in the middle, you will immediately feel as if you are surrounded by some mysterious atmosphere. .

And the moment Scrimgeour left the elevator, the curved walls of the circular room began to rotate. After a while, when the wall stopped moving, those twelve identical doors could make people not even know which door they came in from.

This is the Department of Mysteries, and Maca also came in at the beginning.

Of course, Scrimgeour, as Minister of Magic, obviously couldn't be bothered by these doors - even he himself rarely wandered here.

He pulled out his wand and chanted a spell lightly, then spun the wand in his palm.

"Hall of Time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the staff steadily pointed to one of the twelve doors, and Scrimgeour walked there without hesitation.

The staff office of the Department of Mysteries is located in the Hall of Time, which can only accommodate five special employees of the Ministry of Magic in total. The staff working here are called "The Silent Man", and they are super-long-term employees who signed a non-disclosure agreement, and they conduct top-secret research here all the year round.

"Professor Crocker... where are the others?"

Scrimgeour didn't talk nonsense when he got here, because he knew that those who worked here didn't like wasting time. For these reticents, doing research is everything.

"Huh?" The old man who was rummaging through the bookshelf raised his head when he heard the sound, "Oh, it's Mr. Minister... They are all in the planetary room! Didn't you just give us a mission?"

"Yes! But now there is something more urgent..." Scrimgeour ignored the others, and waved to the old man Crocker first, "Look at this, what do you think... it will be ?”

Seeing him holding up the report sheet, Crocker also put down the work at hand, and came over to Scrimgeour to take the report sheet.

"No photos?"

The old man first complained a little dissatisfied, and then glanced back and forth at the description. But not long after, he handed it back to Scrimgeour.

"Although it's probably related to dementors, who knows what it is? You know, we don't even know the origin of dementors..."

As he spoke, Old Crocker turned around and walked back, saying as he walked:

"Wait for Bode to come out of the planetary room! He is interested in these things, maybe he can help you figure out something useful!"

"Ok!"

Scrimgeour spread his arms, but he could only pull out a chair and sit beside him.

Although he is the Minister of Magic, he must obey the rules here. Except for a few relatively safe rooms, most of the rooms in the Department of Mysteries are not accessible to anyone, not even the minister.

After all, almost all research projects here are very dangerous for ordinary wizards.

...

While Scrimgeour was still waiting obediently, the newcomer's secretary, Frena, who worked very hard, had already set off.

Don't look at her plain appearance, exuding a kind of "rustic style" all over her body, and she seems somewhat shy on weekdays, but her heart is full of desire for stimulation.

As soon as she left the Ministry of Magic, she immediately stepped on the broomstick and cast an apparently crude Disillusionment Charm on herself.

Immediately, she soared into the sky quickly, and at the same time lowered her head to glance at the positioning plate.

"Ok?"

Before she had time to fly far, she stared dumbfounded at the positioning disk - she had clearly entered the wand registration code of "Maka McLean" just now, why didn't she even have half a positioning point?

Yes, this was actually a small mistake Scrimgeour made in his haste. If it were another secretary with a little seniority, he would naturally choose to go to Hogwarts, and he would not cause any trouble to our Mr. Minister.

Unfortunately, the mistake Scrimgeour made this time was picking the wrong partner.

"What should I do... Should I go back to the wand registration office and check again?" Fleena hung in the air, muttering to herself with a tangled expression, "No, I confirmed it with my own eyes just now, the registration code must be correct... "

Suddenly, she changed her mind and said:

"Then... how about going to Hogwarts? Mr. McLean is probably there... No, no, not right! If you can find him directly at Hogwarts, why did Mr. Minister deliberately go to Hogwarts?" Say I'm 'delivering to Maca McClain'?"

After being troubled for a while, the rather clever Frena seemed to think of something, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"By the way! Didn't you just say that a suspected dementor creature appeared in the center of London? Otherwise, why don't you just go there and have a look? Mr. McLean will definitely appear there!"

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