Chapter 1061 Respect

"It's too difficult to take out things that don't belong to you from Gringotts. Goblins will protect their wealth at all costs." Hermione spread her palms and waved her hands to the outside, with a helpless voice, "I have never thought of a suitable one. Goblins don’t have a good impression of wizards, and it is absolutely impossible to actively cooperate...Since 1865, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to let goblins completely control Gringotts..."

"...There is no conclusive evidence now, and there is no way you can order them to hand over Horcruxes through administrative means..." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "The Ministry of Magic has never cooperated with goblins, and the Goblin Liaison Office has never Don't interfere with the behavior of these goblins in Gringotts... Goblins don't ruin their reputations for wizards, that's what they stand for... I doubt these miserly guys... If that Bellatrix Lestrange Dare to appear in front of them and ask to take out their own things, and these things will even secretly inform us to prevent things that don't belong to them from being taken from their banks..."

Penelope sneered disdainfully: "So what you mean is that if the goblins refuse to cooperate, then the Horcruxes will not be destroyed?"

"I mean to be cautious! Do you want to use your usual violent means to force them to hand over the Horcruxes? This is absolutely not possible, Miss Clearwater, this is no longer the business of a Dark Lord." Scrimgeour seemed a little annoyed , he forcibly endured the emotion of wanting to reprimand Penello, and raised his voice seriously to Penello with a straight face, "Gringotts Bank is the only wizarding bank in the UK, and now the economy of our wizarding world is largely It is controlled by the goblins, so you must not act rashly and solve the problem roughly!"

"You came here today to ask us to stop the mysterious person with all our strength. Isn't it the way to stop the goblins to hand over the Horcruxes? As a result, because the goblins are unwilling, you choose to give up destroying the Horcruxes?" Penello He sneered, "Is it Voldemort who caused the greatest harm, or the goblin?"

"Miss Clearwater! You should have studied the history of magic! There have been two goblin rebellions in history! Which one did not bring bloody and thrilling consequences? This is not how you treat those dark wizards!" Seeing Penello's expressionless expression With a look of indifference, Scrimgeour left his position like an angry lion and stood up, crackling and saying, "Once the fight for Horcruxes triggers a third war between goblins and wizards, who will bear the consequences? Are you, or the Harris family, who can afford it?"

Penello didn't back down either, she stared at the Auror office director with a fierce look on her face: "I don't think these bullying guys can stop anyone! If these goblins are facing the unreasonable Dark Lord, I think they will soon will compromise!"

Scrimgeour continued to roar: "Which Dark Lord are you facing? The third one?!" Scrimgeour only felt a sudden shock in his body, he blinked his eyes and shook his head to wake up, and found that he At this time, he has sat down again.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I am very honored that you are here to attend my brother's wedding today. I can understand that you barged into my private reception room rudely, because you told me a piece of information you detected to fight against the dark wizard... "Alan continued to stroke the Phoenix Anka on his leg to calm him down, "But frankly, you never really wanted to cooperate with me, because you were afraid that I would become the third Dark Lord?"

Scrimgeour's tone softened a little: "...you should know that your family's behavior has made many people uneasy..."

"I understand..." Allen raised his eyes and looked at Scrimgeour nodding, and his fingers were hooking Anka's chin, making the bird squint his eyes comfortably, "You have been driving vigorously and committed to you My own goal, for so many years without relying on others to achieve today's achievements and status,

If it wasn't forced by the situation, you wouldn't go with those purebloods, and if it wasn't forced by the situation, you wouldn't want to come over and make friends with me today... You told me that you hope to cooperate with me to support my family... But You have no respect for me at all, you don't even want to call me principal... You came to my house on my brother's wedding day just to let me help you solve another Dark Lord in your mind..."

Scrimgeour stood up again: "If you have any request, just ask, as long as it is not illegal, if I can do it..."

"Scrimgeour... Scrimgeour..." Alan stood up after placing Anka on his shoulders again, and he spread his hands, "Because I know what you are, I have always given you a lot of respect and patience...but in the end What did I do to make you disrespect me so much?"

"What do you think you have that we are interested in?" Penello put his hand on his wand, "What qualifications do you think you have to negotiate with Allen like an equal?!!!"

Scrimgeour, who was still about to talk, suddenly felt that his feet were suddenly empty, and his body began to fall. He lowered his head and found that the magic called the gate of the other world was opened under him at some point—after he stood on the ground again Only then did he realize that he had left the reception room at this time and was in the garden of Harris Manor.

Amidst the flowers, the voices of the witches chatting and laughing not far away reached his ears, and the waiters in white shuttled through the garden carrying all kinds of food and wine, and the manor looked peaceful and prosperous.

Knowing that he was being seen off, he let out a cold snort, and strode a few steps towards the door, but he froze his body suddenly, and stared back at the second floor angrily. He clenched his fists and closed his lips. Tightly, his face was livid, and the veins on his neck were stretched. He secretly made up his mind that he must stop them, and he must not let Alan Harris and the others be so reckless.

So Scrimgeour began to search in the garden, and finally let him see the pointed wizard hat on Dumbledore's head shaking back and forth. Informing the other party of what happened in the movie, since Harris does not accept it, he intends to try to contact Dumbledore-even if he and the white wizard have been at odds for many years.

But after walking a few steps, Scrimgeour stopped, because when he approached, he realized that on Dumbledore's side, several Order of the Phoenix and little wizards had formed a circle——The Boy Who Lived haha Leigh Potter didn't know why he sat on the ground, but he seemed a little uncomfortable after taking off his glasses, rubbing the wizards around his eyes.

Scrimgeour realized that now was not the time to speak at all, and resolutely turned around and strode away from Harris Manor. He planned to have private contact with Dumbledore later.

And Harry, who was surrounded in the middle, was sitting on the ground, and Dumbledore was raising his hand to attach Harry's forehead through the void, which made Harry feel the pain of the scar on his forehead, and Ginny knelt beside him Next let Harry lean on her, and waved his hand to reject the kindness of the attendant who approached again.

"Harry, how are you feeling now?"

Harry raised his head and dazedly saw the anxious face of Sirius among the people around him, his godfather's face looked blurry at this moment because he didn't wear glasses, he swallowed Spit: "Sirius, I'm fine, I just have a sudden headache."

Ron quickly picked up a glass of butter beer and took a sip of his friend, and then he said, "Just now Harry suddenly started to have a headache again, and he has been talking nonsense, talking about what it might be called." Gregovich ' Guy."