Chapter 314 Avalon

Scrimgeour shouldn't be nervous.

But he just learned the news that Dumbledore and Harry went to see Grindelwald yesterday and stayed in Nurmengard for one night.

Now in the wizarding world, the most powerful three meet.

No country's Ministry of Magic sleeps.

In particular, before Dumbledore called him over, there was information from his own Auror that Grindelwald was very angry.

so.

What happened last night?

"Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Potter?" Scrimgeour asked cautiously, repeating the draft in his heart.

"Why did you suddenly change your name to Potter?" Harry looked at him.

Scrimgeour winced.

The two people on the opposite side raised their wands at the same time and checked him.

"Oh, it's Rufus." Dumbledore nodded.

"Breath is fine." Harry put down his wand too.

Scrimgeour was startled, lowered his head, and stammered: "You went to Grindelwald yesterday, and you stayed there for one night, which frightened many people."

He took a deep breath and asked carefully: "I don't know what you discussed?"

Harry nodded the table: "It's just reminiscing about the old days."

"We discussed a little bit about why Voldemort is so small as a dark wizard. Grindelwald knows how to hook up with some high-ranking people, but Tom only hooks up with old women."

Dumbledore coughed twice.

Scrimgeour had a strange look on his face. He didn't think of Dumbledore, but Harry's words carried too much information.

turn out to be

Is Grindelwald like this too?

"Borrowing his heavenly eyes, he asked some questions about Voldemort." Harry went on, "Don't worry, Grindelwald will not leave the cage."

Scrimgeour opened his mouth and sighed.

Obviously he only came out today, and he beat up his own people.

Because he disobeyed Thickness's order, the funds of the Auror office were severely cut, and the compensation had to be paid out of his own wallet to come up with it.

"How's the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked him.

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became cheerful: "It's better than before. Thicknesse has almost no approval rating now. His brain and vision can't handle the Ministry of Magic."

"Now wait for an opportunity, wait for one thing, and pull him off the horse."

He looked at Harry expectantly.

"Professor Dumbledore and I want to visit the Department of Mysteries." Harry ignored his gaze and said directly.

Scrimgeour was stunned and frowned: "You want to visit too?"

"Also?" Harry snapped at the point.

Scrimgeour nodded: "Thicknesse has been tinkering recently to include the Department of Mysteries into the Minister of Magic's powers, which is very unpleasant."

The Department of Mysteries is a part of the Ministry of Magic, but since its establishment, it has been free from power. The Department of Mysteries is under the sole control of the Department of Mysteries. Apart from asking the Ministry of Magic for a huge sum of money every month and every year, there is almost nothing. Too much presence.

Even within the Ministry of Magic, very few people have been to the Department of Mysteries. They don't know the meaning of this department and what they are studying.

But make no mistake, it matters.

"Actually, there are many Ministers of Magic who are interested in the Department of Mysteries, but none of them has made such a big commotion like Thicknesse." Scrimgeour shook his legs, his tone a little disturbed, "There is actually a Agree with Thicknesse's voice, nothing like this has happened before."

"I went to investigate."

"As a result, everyone should be able to imagine it."

"It's those Reticents who are still Death Eaters, and they're making it happen."

Harry frowned and interrupted him: "You said so much to express that the Department of Mysteries does not welcome outsiders to visit now."

Scrimgeour nodded: "Now the Department of Mysteries has stopped any visitor visits. They are arguing internally. If they want to visit, I'm afraid they will have to wait at least half a month, or even until I find an opportunity to pull Shinkness down."

Harry asked him back, "Why didn't you just arrest those Death Eaters, they should have the Dark Mark on their arms."

"The Department of Mysteries is autonomous," Scrimgeour emphasized.

Harry nodded: "At least the Department of Mysteries is aware that really important things should not be handed over to the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour tilted his head, unable to refute.

Harry waved his wand, and a letter floated out from the Sorting Hat, and fell into Scrimgeour's hands: "This is my greeting card, pass it on to the Department of Mysteries for me, and I will visit tomorrow."

"Harry, I will pass it on for you." Scrimgeour took the letter and stuffed it into his pocket while emphatically adding, "But they may not accept it, and they may not."

With a calm tone, Harry interrupted him: "I've given them face."

"Courtesy goes out, you should know."

Scrimgeour froze, looking at him resentfully.

Oh, yes, how could I forget what kind of person Mr. Potter is.

Scrimgeour didn't stay for dinner, so he hurried back. The Auror office has been very busy recently, with a lot of work. Thicknesse always assigns them many tasks every day, and some of them can't be shirked - they have checked Tang Ning five times this week Street, just need to communicate with them, and set up another office for them.

"Harry, Grindelwald suggested that we go to the Department of Mysteries at the end of July." Dumbledore got up, stood in front of the French window, and watched Scrimgeour leave in a hurry.

"He can suggest." Harry nodded, "I'll listen too, but it won't delay my visit tomorrow."

After nightfall, in Malfoy Manor.

Thinknes reported today's events to Voldemort.

"Dumbledore and Potter stayed in Grindelwald for one night?" Voldemort sat on the sofa, flipping through the pages of the book, "Potter will be forced to visit the Department of Mysteries tomorrow."

Thicknesse nodded: "Scremgeour helped Mr. Potter forward the greeting card, and it is said that he had a big fight with the people from the Department of Mysteries, and the quarrel ended badly."

"The Department of Mysteries probably won't"

Voldemort waved his hand: "No, it doesn't matter what the Department of Mysteries thinks."

"In this regard, whether it is me, Potter, or even Dumbledore and Grindelwald, we are the same. No one can stop us from what we want."

"Potter said he was going tomorrow, and he will go."

Thinknes asked cautiously: "I've made a lot of noise recently. Could it be that Potter has found out from the clues that the master wants something?"

What Voldemort was going to do, he didn't tell him.

But it was clear to all Death Eaters that Voldemort wanted something from the Department of Mysteries, they just didn't know what.

"Really?" Voldemort closed the book and threw it away. It floated and landed on the side cabinet. "Let me think about it."

After a while.

He opened his scarlet eyes: "My dear child."

In the corner, Barty Crouch Jr. stood up: "Father, I am here."

"Tell me about the night when the main soul died." Voldemort ordered.

Crouch immediately began to speak softly.

He wasn't there that day but he could see what was going on over there through other people's eyes. These were all prepared just in case, and they just came in handy now.

When it came to "Avalon", Voldemort waved: "Potter thinks highly of Avalon?"

Crouch nodded: "Yes, father, Potter cares about Avalon very much, his little girlfriend once spent more than half a year looking for various materials for him."

"Dumbledore and Grindelwald also looked for Avalon." Voldemort said softly, "Of course, I also looked for it and went in."

"Let me look for it again."

He waved.

A Pensieve and several bottles filled with silver silk threads flew over.

The memories between the Horcruxes are not interoperable. Voldemort had anticipated the death of his main soul, and left behind many memories that he considered important to prepare for his new life.

Voldemort picked one out, dipped it into the Pensieve, and buried his head in it.

"Same eyes." Soon, Voldemort pulled his head out, eyes surprised, "Same eyes as Harry Potter."

"A young man with white hair instead of black hair, just like Harry, with two swords on his back."

"But there was a dark-haired woman next to him."

"Who do you think will be the ancestor of the Potter family?"

Crouch didn't speak, he knew very well that Voldemort was not asking himself a question at this time.

Voldemort put away the memory and the Pensieve: "Do you know the way to enter Avalon?"

"Neither Grindelwald nor Dumbledore could go in."

"They are not as great as me. Only when they are above death can they enter Avalon."

Crouch raised his head, his eyes were hot, and he looked longingly at his real father.

"Potter probably doesn't care what I want from the Department of Mysteries." Voldemort reached out and nodded his cheek, "Let me guess what he thinks."

"Maybe he thought I'd hide a Horcrux in Avalon?"

"It's a very naive idea. Unless you are as great as me, you can't enter Avalon. Putting the Horcrux there is equivalent to burying yourself."

"Maybe it's the eyes, too?"

"There is no book or legend that records those eyes. What did Potter discover in his family's history?"

The more he went on, the more certain his tone became.

"I'm afraid he wants to use the power of the Death Hall to enter Avalon, even for a short period of time?" Voldemort's eyes glowed, and his tone became excited, "It seems that we have to prepare a little bit before him To Avalon, Potter and Dumbledore are to be separated"

"This is a rare opportunity."

He stood up and clapped his hands briskly: "Let's get ready."

"Maybe, this will be your only chance to get close to that promised land in your lifetime."

"Sinnix, keep an eye on Potter for me. If he is going to the Hall of Death, remember to pass the message back in time, remember to be in time."

Thinknes shuddered, nodded and agreed.

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