Chapter 1261 ? What Is Your Request?

"Because of Scrimgeour's stubborn character, the time we agreed with him is a bit later than yours..." Burns looked at his pocket watch, readjusted his monocle and said apologetically , "We feel that communicating with you first... will be more conducive to the development of the matter."

Hermione seemed a little unhappy when she heard the words. It was obvious that he had done something and wanted to beg for mercy, but it turned out that they were the ones begging for mercy, but Allen was still calm. Some of the news chats in the news, the topics are relatively light, and no one brings up the controversy about the previous actions of the Ministry of Magic.

Just when Dumbledore's bottle of mead was bottomed out, bright green flames suddenly burst out from the empty grate under the marble fireplace in Grindelwald's house, just watching Scrimgeour appear in the middle of the flames, flying like a spinning top The ground keeps turning. A few seconds later, Scrimgeour stepped over the grate, his tawny hair and bushy eyebrows stained with ashes, and he stood on the fine carpet in the living room. A feather duster automatically flew over and dusted his blue-black cloak. Ashes on the sleeve.

When Scrimgeour raised his face, Allen found that he was much older than the last time they met, his gray hair was a little disheveled, thin and haggard but his expression was stern, and his sharp eyes like prey fell on everyone. However, it ended up on empty glasses and bottles.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly, and Foley was a little uneasy, and instinctively moved towards Burns.

"It seems that the discussion is over? Is there a result? So what do you decide to do with me?" Scrimgeour swung the feather duster, took off his outermost cloak, put it on the crook of his arm, and laid it on the left side He sat down on a single sofa that was vacated, just to the right of Dumbledore, facing Allen.

"I came here today to talk about peace." Foley turned the wine glass in his hand, and although he felt that Scrimgeour didn't know what to do, he still comforted him with a haha: "Rufus, we talked about some other issues before, God We are here to talk about peace.”

"Rufus, there have been many, many misunderstandings between you." Dumbledore conjured up another wine glass, poured all the remaining mead into the empty glass, and directed the glass to fly towards Scrimgeour.

"I don't misunderstand, Harris and the others want to completely control the British wizarding world." Scrimgeour obviously didn't buy Dumbledore's easing atmosphere. Unlike Burns' almost superstitious worship of Dumbledore, the essence As a hawk, he has often disagreed with Dumbledore for many years, and he will show this without hesitation or politeness.

Seeing him talking to Dumbledore so impolitely, Algee Longbottom frowned on his round face, "Rufus, pay attention to your attitude! Albus is here to help you! You How many troubles have been caused by the temper strike, for your affairs, we are here to mediate for you, Dumbledore owes you nothing, and neither do we!"

Scrimgeour snorted: "I thought about it before I went on strike, before I did this. I'm going to go to jail at worst. If this can arouse..."

"Rufus." Dumbledore interrupted the head of the Auror office, he smiled, "You know we are here today for peace talks, but you are here now, I think this is enough to show that we are all willing to listen to each other heart, isn't it?" He pointed to the cup that flew in front of Scrimgeour, "May I buy you a drink now?"

Scrimgeour looked as if he had been slapped in the face, his back was stiff, and he squeezed his finger bones. In the end, he still didn't get angry and reprimanded, but reached out and took the wine glass, and sniffed the wine in the glass vigorously. Looking at them blankly, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp as if nothing had happened.

Immediately, although Scrimgeour's tone was still very blunt, he said a little softly: "So Dumbledore, what do you want to say when you invite me over? Is it because Principal Harris has something to do with me, the head of the Auror office?" What instructions?"

Alan who did not speak,

Just touching Hermione's hand to keep her from refuting, just shrugging at Foley's apologetic look.

"Rufus, this arson case has exposed the harm caused by the internal division of the Ministry of Magic. We gathered here today to eliminate the differences between you, so that ordinary people in the magical world do not have to be affected by your disputes." More damage." Dumbledore crossed his hands on his knees, his long silvery-white beard fell to the ground.

"Misunderstanding? I have witnessed with my own eyes that the rights of those of us officials who did not fall to Harris in the Ministry of Magic were a little bit truncated. As the head of the Auror Office, their actions began to completely bypass me, and I saw with my own eyes how Harris and the others Violent law enforcement...that evil witch..." Scrimgeour put the wine glass heavily on the table, staring at Allen with cold eyes, but finally did not say the words of Penello, "If I abuse power like this, if I don't Protest, no more action... the Ministry of Magic will no longer be the Ministry of Magic for ordinary wizards in Britain."

"Rufus, don't blind yourself to the truth because of your prejudice against Harris." Dumbledore still kept a smile on his face, but his eyes became colder. Respectable, but so has Harris over the years..."

Scrimgeour gave Dumbledore a cold, examining look. "I don't believe you haven't heard of their violence, Dumbledore, just because witches work in their family?"

"Those wizards who were arrested, they were all related to Death Eaters, and they violently resisted arrest!" Hermione shook off Allen's hand on her hand, and sat upright, like a sharp grid The Sword of Ryffindor, "According to the law, Aurors have the right to use force in this situation, prioritizing their own personal safety, and then successfully arresting the target."

"I don't think those shopgirls pose any threat to our well-trained Aurors," Scrimgeour asked. "So, do you intend to pursue a career in magical law in the future? Miss Granger..."

"No, I hope to do something good in the world!" Hermione retorted, "Now Aurors can get the right to fire at this time, if I remember correctly, it was Mr. Scrimgeour, you were in the World Cup world with Harry This is a law of your own making that was put together by the ministers."

"Rufus! There is nothing legally wrong with Miss Granger's words!" Burns retorted Scrimgeour disapprovingly.

Foley felt more and more that it was a mistake to support Scrimgeour, and he had supported him for so long without getting anything in return. Moreover, this old lion who doesn't know what to do is too stubborn, and now even Hermione Granger, a witch with a good reputation who actually has no conflict of interest with him, is making sarcastic remarks.

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Seeing that the other party mentioned Hermione, Allen spoke in a very calm tone: "So, what I have never really understood is, Mr. Scrimgeour, what are your demands after the strike? Unlike those Italian wizards, they at least Made crazy demands to build a temple of your own faith on the floating city and even exorcise the Ravenclaw temple...but I noticed you, you and you patrol the aurors, more just shouting and protesting...but your demands What is it?"