Chapter 624 One More Thing

"Hello, Minister Scrimgeour..."

The Prime Minister looked at his face, and seemed to understand why the wizarding people were willing to trust the new minister instead of the fat Fudge.

"Did Fudge tell you everything?"

Scrimgeour asked as he looked around the office, then took out his wand from his robe and pointed at the door lock and window. With a few soft clicks, the office was completely isolated from the outside world.

"Not yet, I mean, we just met a few minutes ago." The Prime Minister looked at his movements. Being alone with two wizards in a closed space made him feel very insecure. He opened his mouth and whispered, "If you don't mind, Mr. Scrimgeour, I wish the door would not be locked..."

Scrimgeour didn't seem to hear the second part of the sentence at all. He glanced reproachfully at Fudge, who was spinning his bowler hat next to him, and turned around and said, "Okay, Mr. Prime Minister, let me tell you the situation. Things started a year ago. Speaking of..."

The three of them sat down at the desk. The Prime Minister watched Fudge take out tea out of thin air to serve him in his office. His mood was a little subtle. However, his attention was soon attracted by the major events Scrimgeour told, and his tone was heavy. The narration, the conversation with Fudge came to mind, and he gradually recalled the mysterious wizard who could not even be mentioned by name.

Fifteen years ago, he committed the evil crime of a wizard, organized a terrorist attack, and initiated brutal killings...

He's back.

"After we foiled Voldemort's plan to occupy the Ministry of Magic, he went dormant for a while, secretly summoned werewolves, and absorbed some dark wizards from other countries. Recently, he suddenly publicly recalled the dementors from Azkaban, and quickly completed Expansion of power..."

Scrimgeour looked at the Muggle Prime Minister with a solemn expression and said solemnly, "We are in the middle of a war. Prime Minister, some measures must be taken."

"War..." the Prime Minister repeated uneasily, uneasy about the nature of the word.

"Yes, war," Scrimgeour said in a cold voice. "Since their public appearance, they have caused a lot of damage. Brockdale Bridge, multiple murders, unseasonably thick fog in the west, and The last operation involved nearby residents and caused a large number of Muggle casualties. "

"Wait a minute!" The Prime Minister suddenly remembered the disaster not long ago, "Are you saying that the hurricane in Aberdeenshire last week was caused by you?!"

"Mr. Prime Minister, I have to tell you, there is no hurricane at all..." Scrimgeour said apologetically, "Big trees were uprooted, roofs were overturned, and road signs were squeezed and twisted. This is all caused by dark wizards. Magic. Not long ago, we organized a manpower to launch an attack. The situation was very bad. Dementors gathered and formed a cold thick fog that obscured the entire area. The light of the Patronus Spell could only temporarily illuminate the way forward. Our pride Luo's movements were greatly restricted. The werewolf cooperated with the dark wizard to hide in the dark and launch the attack, and we didn't even see his shadow. "

"How dare they!" The Prime Minister stood up excitedly, walked around the room with long strides, and said angrily, "You must find a way to catch the person who threatens the safety of the people as soon as possible to prevent him from continuing to commit crimes. It is your responsibility to commit such a brutal crime!”

"We have no intention of evading responsibility, sir. Every employee in the Ministry of Magic is trying every possible means to find him, every Auror is rounding up his followers, and until now, now, the people in the Misinformation Office are still working overtime. In order to work, we also sent out several batches of memory cancellers to modify the memories of all Muggles who witnessed what happened."

Scrimgeour stretched out his hand to stop Fudge, who was about to retort brilliantly, and looked at the anxious Muggle Prime Minister, "The most important thing now is that we need to discuss your safety."

"What do you mean?" The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment. He was quite satisfied with his existing security measures.

"Voldemort is more hysterical than before. It is not ruled out that he may massacre Muggles in large numbers and force people to accept his rule. More importantly, if the ruler of a country is controlled by the Imperius Curse, we will all be in huge trouble."

Scrimgeour's explanation was concise and clear, but the Prime Minister's heart gradually sank. Some unimaginable consequences were playing out in his mind. His cheeks quickly lost color and became frighteningly pale.

"The new secretary outside your office, Kingsley Shacklebolt, is actually a wizard. As a trained Auror, he will protect you together with your assistant minister, Herbert Jole. If anything happens, you can notify them as soon as possible..."

The Prime Minister sat slumped in his chair. He no longer cared about these people placing wizards around him without his consent. Compared with the trivial intelligence leaks, the horrific consequences of being controlled by a terrorist organization made him feel chilly in his heart.

He opened his mouth, intending to tell Mr. Scrimgeour the horrific sights that certain weapons could cause, but he didn't know where to start.

"I...then...can you control the development of the situation?" the Prime Minister asked worriedly.

Scrimgeour paused for a few seconds and solemnly promised: "I will."

…

Gryffindor common room.

The members of the Quidditch team gathered together to say goodbye to several seventh-grade students such as Angelina, George and Fred. Compared with the noisy and noisy yelling in the past, the sound this time was very small, just all the People's eyes are a little red.

Loren and others did not disturb them, they said good night to each other and went upstairs.

The dormitory was a little deserted with two fewer people. Neville and Seamus chatted casually while counting their luggage. The Hogwarts Express will depart tomorrow morning.

Neville put the memory ball into the suitcase, glanced at his two roommates, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Loren, Seamus, it's best to stay at home during the summer vacation. When buying school supplies, don't take your family to Diagon Alley."

Seamus' eyes lit up immediately: "It's because the mysterious man has risen again, right? Do you have any exclusive information about the Aurors?"

Neville nodded: "Not long ago, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic fought head-on with the gathered Death Eaters, and the results were not optimistic."

"What was the specific situation?"

"I don't know the details, but my grandmother mentioned a few words in the letter asking me to focus on the exam. At that time, all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic were dispatched..."

The news Neville relayed was not detailed.

Just from a few words, we can judge that the current situation is somewhat serious. The Dementors gather together to launch fog, which is disturbing the Aurors' attention at any time. Fighting away from home in an unfamiliar environment, coupled with the lurking werewolves and dark wizards who can attack at any time, this group of Aurors are lucky to retreat smoothly.

For some reason, Dumbledore does not seem to participate in the Ministry of Magic's last offensive.

"Loren, what do you think?"

"Hide at home and watch."

Loren packed his luggage for tomorrow, changed into pajamas and lay on the soft four-poster bed, sighing faintly: "Minor wizards should have the consciousness of minor wizards. Don't take the initiative to participate in these things. The most important thing is to protect the safety of yourself and your family."

Neville agreed deeply.

Seamus also agreed, but his curiosity still had to be satisfied. He pestered Neville to whisper about the latest information, claiming that he knew where there was danger so that he could avoid it better.

Loren stared at the curtains hanging on the bed frame for a while, and various information gradually emerged in his mind, like being sorted out bit by bit like a thread, and the situation that he heard from others gradually became clear.

Ministry of Magic, Death Eaters...

Voldemort, Harry...

Dumbledore, Snape...

The intertwined and twisted lines continued to extend, and finally pointed to Voldemort, to the last Horcrux.

When he came to his senses, Seamus and Neville had stopped talking. When Loren turned over and was about to go to sleep, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some noise in the pendant.

He took out a Knut that was gathering dust in the corner, and the copper coin trembled slightly, and a new message was transmitted.

Draco: "It was you that day, right?"

Draco: "You didn't reply again!!"

Draco: "Falling asleep?"

Draco: "Reply to me as soon as you see the message."

Loren smiled softly. It seemed that Draco had figured out the correct use of this communicator. The message was no longer like a long paragraph of text like a letter, but a concise and repeated oral communication.

He suddenly became interested and fumbled behind the copper Knut to type out a reply.

Loren: "I don't understand."

Loren: "What are you talking about?"

Loren: "What is me?"

Loren: "What day is that?"

The copper nut immediately trembled continuously, and the continuous messages revealed the other party's emotions from another angle.

Draco: "Despicable liar, you still want to deceive me!"

Draco: "Professor Snape has already told me!"

Draco: "And do you think you disguised yourself well? I had already suspected you at the Ministry of Magic, but I didn't expose you immediately!"

"Professor Snape..."

Loren murmured softly, another new thing, he was distracted thinking about what might happen, but his hand was a completely unrelated reply.

Loren: "Really? I don't believe it."

Several floors away from the castle, on a luxurious four-poster bed in the Slytherin dormitory, Draco huddled in his quilt, holding the copper nut in both hands, staring at the message that had just been sent, his heart was boiling.

It was just a short sentence made up of a few simple words, but it seemed to have some magic power, containing incredible sarcasm. He could almost imagine the contemptuous tone and expression of the person opposite.

Draco turned over and sat up, pressing the copper coin with gritted teeth.

Draco: "First of all, your rash appearance next to me is the first loophole, which proves that you at least know me, and during the conversation, it shows that you have a certain understanding of me."

Loren: "Oh."

Draco: "Secondly, your language habits are not much different from those in school, so it is easy to connect the two."

Loren: "Oh."

Draco: "And you also revealed a lot of flaws when you visited me in prison with me, from the beginning..."

Loren: "Oh."

Looking at this dazzling letter, Draco's breathing accelerated violently, punched the quilt hard, and held the copper coin and pressed it quickly.

Draco: "I can cite at least five loopholes, whether it is your appearance disguise, behavior or language habits..."

Loren: "Really? I don't believe it."

Is this the only sentence you can say! ?

Draco's breathing, which had been adjusted by pressing the copper coin, became rapid again, even more excited than before, his face flushed, and he wanted to get out of bed immediately, rush upstairs, rush into Gryffindor Tower, and find him to verify one by one.

Just as he was about to press the copper coin again, new news came.

Loren: "How are your parents now?"

Draco: "So you admit that the person that day was you, right?"

Loren: "Hey, didn't Professor Snape tell you?"

Draco sat cross-legged on the bed, gritted his teeth and took a few deep breaths, then slowly exhaled to calm his excited mood.

Draco: "My mother has been released on bail, and my father had a chance to be released from prison, but he said that other Death Eaters are in prison, and he would be in danger if he left the prison now, so he didn't release on bail."

Loren: "Oh, so how did you get in touch with Professor Snape?"

Draco: "The mysterious man took the initiative to find my mother and temporarily placed Professor Snape in my family's manor."

Loren: "What about him?"

Draco: "He assigned a task and left with tens of thousands of Galleons. He said that he would rescue those who were loyal to him soon."

Loren: "The situation is relatively stable. Pay attention to your safety during the holidays, stay calm, and keep silent."

Draco: "I know."

Loren: "Contact me in time if there is any emergency."

Draco: "I know."

Loren: "By the way, there is one more thing."

Draco: "What?"

Draco held the copper coin and waited. After a few minutes, he still didn't receive a reply. He couldn't help but write back to urge.

Draco: "Go ahead."

Draco: "Falling asleep?"

Draco: "Where are you?"

The sound of beds turning over kept ringing in the dormitory.

Draco felt something was wrong and guessed it might be a prank, but he was always curious and couldn't help thinking about what he was going to say.

That night, someone tossed and turned and couldn't sleep all night.

...

The next morning.

Loren got up early to wash up and was very happy to see the dozens of messages accumulated by Tongnatli.

After packing up, he went downstairs to meet Hermione. After breakfast, he read books and chatted in the hall. When the sun rose completely, a victim showed up, with two dark circles under his eyes, and his resentful eyes almost condensed into substance, but there were so many people in the hall that he couldn't find a chance to condemn him in person.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the express train stopped at the station. The little wizards dragged large and small boxes of luggage, waded through the flat path to Hogsmeade, and boarded the train under Hagrid's command.

There were several acquaintances in the same compartment. Harry complained that he would have to spend the summer vacation at the Dursleys' house again, and asked Ron to find out the news at the Black Mansion or the Burrow and communicate with him in time.

Hermione comforted Crookshanks and Hanhan, turned her head and looked at Loren, her clear eyes showing some scrutiny.

"Why is Malfoy staring at you?"

"Who knows."

"Do you want to go to the back of the car to chat?"

"Probably not."

"..."