Chapter 514 The Visit of the New Minister

...Lie down quickly, like a patient! Hermione stood by the hospital bed, pointing at the bed and said stubbornly, Don't you think you'll embarrass us all by standing at the door? It's as if you're the one who came to visit sickness?

As soon as Maca entered the ward, before he even had time to say thank you, he was a little embarrassed by Hermione's call.

Yes, in principle, he is still a patient. Although he knew very well in his heart that he fainted in the end only because his magic power was overdrawn, not because of any injuries.

I remember that when he woke up from St. Mungo's hospital bed, he was surprised why he was sent to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital by the National People's Congress. Because he just passed out, there is nothing wrong with his mind, what happened before he fainted is all in his mind!

At that time... that is, yesterday, he took the ancient magic mirror and moved directly to the deep mountains and old forests in Albania. There are few people there, so it is relatively suitable to temporarily place such terrible items.

After that, he used the remaining magic power to lay out a rune pattern in the underground palace based on the soul rune, and tried to seal the ancient mirror. But it wasn't until he finally started to seal that he realized that this thing can't be easily sealed.

The power of the ancient mirror is very strong, and the wave after wave of soul shocks seems to be endless, no matter how strong the seal is, it is impossible to completely seal it.

It's a pity that in order not to take any more risks, he didn't go to the ghost swamp in the United States to observe it. If you go and have a look, maybe you can get some inspiration from its original sealing method.

In the end, although he tentatively opened the sealing formation, how long it will last is really hard to say. It seemed that before finding out the correct and effective means of sealing, he had to reinforce it again and again.

Of course, future events can be ignored for the time being. After all, this incident can actually smooth out two major hidden dangers for Maca by the way. Both Voldemort and Greenwald lay dead, and Maca was the happiest. At least for him, the Monument of Bewitching and the broken mirror were temporarily safe.

Maca, who was greatly relieved, managed to return to Hogwarts in a state of exhausted magic power, then fell down in the snow and lost consciousness. If he hadn't made an agreement with Professor McGonagall in advance, it is unclear how long he would lie in the ice and snow!

Not to mention these, now Maca had no choice but to lie back on the hospital bed under Hermione's stubborn persuasion. If I have to say it, he does still have some injuries, but the damage caused by excessively going back in time cannot be healed by lying on the bed.

Maka, how are you feeling now? Mrs. Weasley looked no more anxious than Hermione. When Maca lay down, she asked, Although you can run to the next door, but your face But it's not as good as you show! Look at you, you've lost weight...

Ma'am, I'm really fine. Maca shook her head helplessly and said, I don't know about my own situation? It's just a slight injury, and it doesn't have much impact.

I don't think so! Tonks said disapprovingly, Tell me yourself, when have you ever been in such a mess? You know, it's Voldemort and Grinwald!

Yes! Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly, The two generations of Dark Lords have fallen into your hands!

If Dumbledore knew, he would be proud of you. Even Lupine couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

In fact, they had whispered these words many times in private when Maca was in a coma. At that time, all the wizards in Hogwarts Castle also made similar comments when they came out to watch.

Everyone says that you are the Dumbledore of this era! Neville followed suit, This is really... this is really amazing!

But after Maca heard it, she could only smile wryly to herself.

Although he did have such a plan to wipe out the two Mr. Dark Lords, but there was a big mistake in the middle, so that he was very troubled by it. It can be said that the process may not be very important in many cases, as long as the result is good, people will be happy about it.

Therefore, even if one of the two dark lords abandoned his body and the other was buried in a hole dug by the former, it seems that neither of them has much to do with Maca. But after Maca's hard work, all the results belonged to him, which is a natural fact.

I'm not as powerful as you imagined. Maca shrugged, casually humbled, and that's all.

It doesn't matter to him, anyway, he has spent a lot of energy from the beginning to the end, and it doesn't matter if he accepts the credit. Because the truth is hard to say clearly, if you can't say it clearly, it's better not to say it.

Maka, what was the situation at that time? How did you fight against the two Dark Lords... Fred asked enthusiastically.

Did you duel with both of them alone? George followed up immediately.

Maca thought for a while, and was planning to pick out something he could say and tell everyone, and by the way, he could spread his modified version through their mouths. But he just spoke a few words, but found that there seemed to be a wizard walking in the corridor outside and stopped in front of the door of the ward.

Following the knock on the door, a male voice came into the ward from outside.

Mr. McLean?

The voice seemed a little hoarse, but it also sounded very magnetic because of it. Although the tone was very polite, there was a bit of sternness in it, just listening to the voice gave people a tough feeling.

It's me, Maca recalled, and found that he couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was for a while, and he was obviously not an acquaintance. The door is unlocked, please come in.

As soon as the voice fell, the other party opened the door and walked in with big and fast steps. Look at that crisp and neat way of action, as well as the decent attire, he must be a vigorous and resolute big shot.

You are...Mr. Scrimgeour? Oh no, you should be called 'Minister' now. Maca took the opportunity to be polite, and then continued, The Minister of Magic is here to ask about yesterday's matter ?

Mr. Scrimgeour, full name Rufus Scrimgeour, is the new Minister for Magic following the fate of Cornelius Fudge.

He has dark brown curly hair, a pair of eyebrows that look like two sharp knives, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses with gold wire rims are often worn on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of sharp eyes are hidden behind the glass. Even though his feet were injured due to his past career as an Auror, he was inevitably a little limping, but he still walked like a breeze.

This guy was originally the director of the Auror office, and his style of acting has always been very tough. When it comes to the principles of being a man, he is actually much more positive than Fudge, especially obsessed with eliminating black wizards. It's a pity that he and Dumbledore's opinions are often not in agreement, after all, the starting point of the two is completely different from the beginning.

When Maca asked about the purpose of the new minister's visit, the other party shook his head first.

Yes, I really want to know how you solved Voldemort and Greenwald together. But I came here today because of another matter... Scrimgeour tensed He put on his businesslike face as usual, But before that, I would like to ask everyone here to avoid it for a while, I need to talk to Mr. McLean, Mr. Potter, Weasley... Mr Ronald Weasley, and Miss Granger together.

There were obviously several Mr. Weasleys squeezed out in this ward, so that Scrimgeour had to correct the way of addressing them, so as not to waste more words because of unclear expressions.

Maca heard the words, frowned slightly and thought for a while, and couldn't help asking: Is it related to Professor Dumbledore?

Scrimgeour nodded expressionlessly, but it was probably because everyone was still in the room, so he didn't give any specific answer.

Maca had some guesses in his heart, so he nodded to the others. Lupine and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, and then greeted everyone to leave the ward temporarily.

Not long after, the ward, which seemed quite crowded at first, became spacious again.

Scrimgeour saw that they had all gone out, and suddenly took out his wand again, and carefully cast a Silencer Charm around the room. As expected of a wizard who is used to being an Auror, his words and deeds are somewhat similar to Moody back then.

Mr. Scrimgeour, are you here this time because Professor Dumbledore left a will? Maca asked after the arrangement was finished.

When he asked this, the other three friends in the room felt a little surprised. Professor Dumbledore made a will? When was it established? What does it have to do with them?

You know? Scrimgeour gave him a hesitant look. How do you know? Albus Dumbledore never told anyone about it.

Uh, I guessed it. Maca spread her hands, Because it's almost time.

What time? Scrimgeour frowned.

How much time do you have? Hermione exclaimed abruptly, Professor Dumbledore must have left us some things, but you withheld them! If the thirty-one-day deadline hadn't come, you weren't going to take them away. Are they coming?

After Scrimgeour heard it, he glanced at Hermione without changing his expression.

According to Article 13, the Ministry of Magic has the right to inspect and confiscate the illegal items involved in the will. He said, but looked towards Maca, Of course, if there are no illegal items, the Ministry of Magic will naturally It will be delivered to the relevant successors within the time limit.