Chapter 1127 Responsibility and Pressure

Pansy suddenly realized that in this letter from Marcus Flint, what she needed to care about might not be what Marcus intended.

Because compared to Marcus, whom she was not very familiar with, the performance of Iluli, who had just met not long ago but had a deeper relationship than the former, obviously became the benchmark for her choice of how to reply to the letter.

Iluli...why did she tell Marcus about my relationship with her? What good does it do her? If the Flint family finds out...

Thinking of this, Pan Xi immediately felt very puzzled. It's just that after seeing Yi Luli's quick wit many times, she didn't think that the other party would make such a low-level mistake.

So, what happened after Iluli returned to Flint's house?

The more he thought about it, the more Pansy realized that this letter from Marcus could not be answered easily. So much so that she was still thinking about this question after returning from her walk until she went to the auditorium for dinner.

However, compared to the embarrassing things for Pan Xi, what Maca needs to consider at present is much more complicated.

In the face of the role of the basilisk in Haierbo and Martin's actions after that, the accident of Iluli's imprisonment can only be regarded as a personal problem derived from unplanned.

Of course, since Pansy had already muddied the water, it was difficult for Maca's side to do anything, and Haierbo's side would definitely fall into the same situation.

And in a situation like this where it is inconvenient for both parties to act easily, it is equivalent to having some advantages for Maca on the bright side.

So, now he doesn't have to worry.

What's the situation again?

At breakfast time, as soon as Maca saw Pancina's vaguely uncertain expression in contemplation, she knew that the Slytherin girl must have encountered some problems again.

But soon, he took his eyes back and didn't distract his attention from Pan Xi.

because……

Maka, I heard that today you will be interviewed by the Daily Prophet together with Minister of Magic Scrimgeour?

I don't know where Slughorn got the news from. Obviously, this matter was only settled yesterday afternoon, but the fat old man already knew about it.

I have to say that once people live for a long time, they will naturally meet more and more people.

Not to mention a guy like Slughorn who likes to run a social circle.

Yes! There was an interview, and it was conducted in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Maca turned her head and smiled at Slughorn.

If it weren't for the professor, you still have to teach the students on time, I would have invited you to join me - I know that you are good at guiding public opinion like this, at least you are more persuasive than a young man like me Already!

Oh! The old man laughed, It's okay, it's enough for you to have this kind of heart!

However, Maca could only shake it secretly.

Of course Slughorn was good at being in the limelight, but if it was something that required risk, the fat old man might not be interested.

Therefore, if Maca told him that the subject of this interview was actually very likely to be targeted by someone... Slughorn probably wouldn't even have time to hide!

...

As mentioned earlier, the Ministry of Magic has now entered a state of martial law, and almost everyone entering and exiting is subject to a fairly strict set of checks.

But even so, Scrimgeour was still not at ease.

After all, the disappearance of the prisoner in the dungeon is not a big deal, but it also represents the negligence of the Ministry of Magic's defense forces. And this situation of allowing others to come and go freely is obviously not the first time since Scrimgeour took office.

Thinking back to the last period of Cornelius Fudge's tenure as minister, because the battlefield between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix was suddenly moved to the Ministry of Magic, causing chaos in the Ministry, Scrimgeour was very worried that he would also Facing such a hopeless situation.

Because of this, when he repeatedly noticed that something was wrong, he immediately pondered the corresponding countermeasures like a frightened bird.

Unfortunately, in terms of talent as the Minister of Magic, he is obviously still lacking.

In the situation where he couldn't think of a reason after thinking about it, he could only use his old skills and bring out the skills he had when he was the head of the Auror office.

So in fact, he and Kingsley jointly formulated the current security check process and the on-duty plan in various parts of the ministry.

On the other hand, things like accepting an exclusive interview with the Daily Prophet were actually Maka's idea when he wrote back to Kingsley.

That morning, Scrimgeour came to his office very early, and then began to ponder over which one, Maca or the reporter, would come first with full of apprehension.

Not far from Scrimgeour's desk, Kingsley sat on the sofa facing the Secretary of the Minister, neither of them knew what to say.

Kingsley naturally knew Maca's thoughts, and he even knew Maca's real purpose for this interview.

But obviously, it was neither necessary nor possible for him to disclose these things to Scrimgeour.

As for the minister's secretary opposite Kingsley, he has nothing to say, because even Scrimgeour, the minister, is still worrying about the Ministry of Magic...or, in other words, worrying about his future. .

McLean...isn't there yet?

Since Scrimgeour did not dare to open the Floo network to the Ministry of Magic at this time, neither Maca nor the reporter would come directly from the fireplace in his office. In the state where he couldn't find Maca's arrival in the first place, Scrimgeour could only ask the outside again and again whether he had arrived.

Let me ask again...

Even though this was the third time Scrimgeour asked this question, Kingsley didn't remind or complain, and Dang even wanted to get up again to understand the situation for him.

But before Kingsley could stand up this time, he was stopped by the secretary of the minister opposite.

Let me come and go this time! Shacklebolt, you are here with Mr. Scrimgeour, at least it will make him feel more at ease than if I stay here.

After whispering something to Kingsley, he nodded towards Scrimgeour, and then turned and walked towards the door.

...Actually, if Jim is here, I can rest assured.

Scrimgeour watched his number one secretary leave the office, and after the other party went out, he turned his head and said so in Kingsley's direction.

Kingsley had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly upon hearing this.

This sentence, you should say it when he can hear it!

Oh... I think so.

Scrimgeour blinked blankly, then picked up the teacup at hand and took a big sip, even though it had already been chilled, he didn't care.

To be honest, as the situation in the British magical world became more and more uncertain, the pressure on him as a minister was really great. And because he still couldn't think of any countermeasures to relieve the pressure in his mind, until now, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Shakel, do you think I'm alright? Does it look a little out of spirit? If I'm photographed and published in the newspaper, people won't think that I'm no longer qualified for the post of minister, right?

While talking, Scrimgeour couldn't help picking up the round mirror turned upside down at the corner of the table, and arranged his hairstyle and clothes in front of the mirror.

Kingsley watched him fussing about there speechlessly, but it was not incomprehensible to the other party's pressure - the position of Minister of Magic, despite its superficial appearance, was indeed a lot of responsibility and pressure, especially in today's uncertain world. under the situation.

Thinking that he might be promoted by Maca in the future, he also had to hesitate.

However, just as the atmosphere in the office became slightly heavy with Scrimgeour's tossing, several knocks sounded from the door, causing him to finally put down the round mirror in his hand again.

Ahem... Scrimgeour cleared his throat before saying loudly, Please come in!

After finishing speaking, the door of the minister's office was opened from the outside, and two figures walked in from the door. Among them, the one who led the way was Minister Secretary Jim who had just left, and the one who followed him was a tall witch.

Mr. Minister Scrimgeour, it's a pleasure to meet you, the witch said with a reserved smile on her face, I'm Betty Braithwaite, a political and economic columnist for the Daily Prophet …Oh, you probably haven’t seen me much since I just transferred from the international column. But…”

Just as she was talking, she suddenly chuckled again, and said meaningfully:

I think you must be very familiar with my colleague Rita Skeeter, but I have to say that my interview style is completely different from hers. Please rest assured Mr. Minister.

Her words were obviously intended to draw a line with that unscrupulous colleague, and by the way, let Scrimgeour know that she was not the kind of reporter who could write anything for the sake of gimmicks.

However, although Scrimgeour has no way of knowing what kind of person she is from these few words, since she can deliberately bring up Rita Skeeter for comparison, perhaps she really is a real professional The integrity of journalists is also unknown.

Oh, if that's the case, that would be great! Scrimgeour immediately stood up and gestured with his hand, Please sit down first! This interview can begin when Mr. McLean arrives.

No rush, the female reporter Betty saw, and suddenly pointed to the door behind her. My photographer is still waiting outside the door. I wonder if Mr. Minister can let him in to rest?

Photographer? Of course, of course! Then—

Before Scrimgeour could finish speaking, he saw another person walking in from outside the door, and greeted him briskly:

How do you do, Mr. Scrimgeour . . . you have a nice tie. Where did you get it?

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