Chapter 19 Scrimgeour's Provocation

When the door opened, Scrimgeour limped in.

Scrimgeour was the head of the Auror office, and he looked sturdy and battle-wounded, not unlike Fudge, the bowler-hat and potbellied.

Nick Lemay walked out, leaving only the two of them in the room.

"Boy, are you feeling better?" Scrimgeour asked concerned.

"I think it's much better," William replied inexplicably.

"Oh... Are you still used to living here?"

William wanted to say that he was not used to it. Who would live in the hospital, but he still nodded. It was obvious that this Auror director was not good at greeting people.

No wonder Fudge was able to take the top position, and just in terms of talking to others, he left the director a few streets away.

In times of war, everyone likes this tough wizard to be a minister, but in times of peace, he can never be in the position.

The two chatted awkwardly for a while, before Scrimgeour finally got to the point.

"Son, I want to talk to you about that black-robed wizard."

"That's what I want to know too. Has the Ministry of Magic already had the results of its investigation?" William asked casually.

"Oh... no, he's very cunning and powerful, and twenty Aurors haven't caught him."

William shrugged, as expected, if Aurors were so useful, the world would have been at peace long ago.

Skjellin pondered for a moment and asked, "Professor Dumbledore and that... old man, what did they say?"

"Mr Auror, I think you should ask them."

Scrimgeour took two steps: "I know, I know, but the great Dumbledore always has a plan, doesn't he?

Scrimgeour was a little excited: "If he's the Minister of Magic, I won't say a word, I'll do what I want, and I won't ask a word!

But he wasn't, he didn't want to, he just wanted to be the principal of the school.

The official British government is the Ministry of Magic, not Hogwarts, or the Order of the Phoenix.

He doesn't want to be a minister, but we people have to be responsible to the UK, otherwise why do you want me, the Auror director? "

Scrimgeour lowered his voice: "My boy, I need something, I need some truth, so I can prepare in advance, like this time.

If I bring fifty men and lay a trap early, he may not be able to escape, rather than be caught off guard, right?

This is also for the safety of a little wizard like you. You don't want your parents and you to encounter another dark wizard attack, right? "

William laughed dumbly, and the other party really made sense, at least occupying the moral commanding heights.

This also reflects one thing from the side. Dumbledore is not the traditional white wizard, nor is he a saint, nor is he an idiot.

He was very conceited, he didn't believe in the Ministry of Magic, he didn't believe in the so-called Aurors, he only believed in himself.

And Dumbledore was wise enough to make sure he couldn't go wrong.

William regretted: "Mr. Auror, I don't know much more information than you. You also said 'the great Dumbledore'. What plan does he have? It's impossible to tell me this little wizard."

"Little wizard?" Scrimgeour shook his head. "You are too modest."

He restored William's shattered chair and sat down on it.

"The youngest recipient of the Medal of Merlin...the rumors abound!" said Scrimgeour.

"Many people think that you are just lucky, but the traces of destruction on the scene are not something that a little wizard can do.

This time, in order to cover up the Gringotts incident, we didn't disclose much of the attack, but those of us who were there knew best about the fighting that day.

Child, you are someone Dumbledore cares about, he likes you and he likes you too! "

It sounds like there is nothing wrong with this, but for some reason, William always feels weird.

"So...I suppose Dumbledore always talked to you about these things...or was it honest?"

Scrimgeour returned to the subject again.

"Sorry, he really didn't tell me anything, I haven't seen him until now."

"Okay, boy, this is the end of the matter, have you considered working with the Ministry of Magic?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Oh, I mean, do you want to be an Auror? I promise you, you'll always come to the Ministry of Magic after you graduate, and I can give you an early opportunity to make the most of your talents."

"I know you don't like Umbridge, and I hate that woman. I've driven her away."

William chuckled. He knew that Umbridge was transferred by Fudge, and the two hooked up during the Merlin Medal banquet.

This Auror director is also not honest.

"Sorry sir, I'm twelve years old now, and I don't meet the requirements according to my age."

"It's just an apprenticeship, not an official one. During the fall of Mysterious Man, a large number of Hogwarts students, many of whom had just graduated, were specially approved to join the Auror.

You are the recipient of the Merlin Medal, I can accommodate you... not letting you participate in the battle is just a symbol, feel the atmosphere first. "

"This experience is an honour, and it helps whether you want to take my position later, or run for Minister for Magic."

The intention of wooing in Skjelin's words is self-evident. It seems that he wants to establish a good relationship first, and then find out the news.

Good trick, after all William is just a "child".

"If I want to be an Auror, I will apply for the exam after graduation. Of course, I haven't made up my mind yet. I prefer to study hard, what do you think?"

"Oh, of course, feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Skjellin was about to persuade, but the door was pushed open and Hermione walked in with a bottle of potion.

William was taken aback, why is she here?

Hermione looked at Slingjack hesitantly, and said embarrassingly, "Mr. Auror, Mrs. Lista has instructed that William needs to take medicine and rest at this point."

Hermione gave the boy a look, he instantly understood, like a fish thrown on the shore, gasping for breath, "weak", "Sorry, my chest hurts again."

"Well, if you need anything, you can ask me for help, the door of the Auror is always open to you." Scrimgeour regretted.

"And, boy, be careful." Scrimgeour suddenly lowered his voice. "Dumbledore obviously knows that the black robe wizard is going to attack Gringotts, otherwise how could Fox come faster than the Aurors?"

William snorted coldly and made a clumsy provocation.

After Skjellin left, Hermione handed the potion, and William took it and took a sip.

The disgusting smell in there made him almost vomit.

William seriously doubted that it was a potion prepared by Professor Snape.

But under Hermione's strict eyes, William could only frown and drink.

After drinking, Hermione picked up the first grade textbook by the bed, sat down on the chair, and started reading, ignoring his intentions.

It seemed that he was still angry and left her behind that day.

However, the book covered his head, and through the corner of the eye, Hermione kept staring at the boy, or supervising his every move.

William was silent.

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