Chapter 531 Scrimgeour's Faith
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Knowing the dark side that the Ministry of Magic does not know, he is confident that he can solve the matter quietly, and give clues when the Ministry of Magic's investigation is in trouble.
No matter what the two mysterious wizards were thinking, their actions were undoubtedly a satire on the capabilities of the Ministry of Magic.
The crimes that have grown up under the noses have to be solved by outsiders who don't know the details.
What's even more ironic is that all the clues obtained by the Ministry of Magic were released on purpose.
Scrimgeour, as head of the Auror's office, had to be ashamed of it.
If the Ministry of Magic can take good care of Knockturn Alley and Spider's End, this incident, even if it happens, can be calmed down quickly.
Now not only being led by the nose, but also facing doubts from the magical society and the world.
"Take them all to the interrogation room!" He took a deep look at Tonks, and then took the eldest son of the Rolle family back.
The 53 witch slags woke up in despair.
Just got thrown out of hell by the devil, then met another group of devils.
"name."
"S—Slade Roll."
"Why did it appear near the entrance to the Ministry of Magic?"
"I—I can't say."
Scrimgeour grabbed Slade's collar roughly, "Do you want to try being a dementor?"
"No—" Slade pushed back his sleeve tremblingly.
There were three shallow scars on his arms that looked like they had been scalded with hot wire.
"We were all forced to take an unbreakable vow.
Whether it is actively or passively saying the name and appearance, revealing any physical characteristics, or identifying the two wizards, we who broke the oath will die on the spot. "
Needless to say, Scrimgeour knew the effects of magic.
You will die if you draw out relevant memories, you will die if you drink Veritaserum and ask questions, and you will die if you are taken from Legilimency.
With such meticulous thoughts, those two mysterious wizards even knew the Auror's bottom line.
"Tell me why you went to that bar."
Slade, who sat down again, trembled again.
Scrimgeour drew his wand and pointed it at his forehead,
"You'd better cooperate with me, this does not violate the oath between you and them."
Slade stopped trembling. "I—I see."
Thirteen years ago, the Roll family paid almost all their wealth for an "indulgence note."
Today, 13 years later, I can no longer afford to buy another one.
All of these faults stemmed from his Death Eater father.
The Luo Er family, who used to be aloof, are now so downcast that they are lingering in Knockturn Alley.
How about escaping trial?
Losing the wealth accumulated by the family for generations, their bottom line will only get lower and lower.
Throw away the useless dignity of a pure-blood wizard, throw away the glory you were once proud of.
They associate with dark wizards and gradually become one of them.
But even if many things are thrown away, some things can't be lost anyway.
Slade always believed that the pure-blooded Roll family could return to the top.
So, why couldn't he find a sense of superiority in Muggles of low blood?
"It was a girl and I swung her around like a rag doll.
Break her arms, knead her into a ball, even if her neck is broken, as long as she has one breath, she won't die. "
Scrimgeour loosened his clenched fist slightly, "How many times have you been there?"
"Probably—" the excited Slade suddenly closed his mouth.
"Why, weren't you very excited just now?"
"I—I've only been there a few times."
Even now, they are still trying to use lies to evade due punishment. The once proud Luoer family has really fallen.
"We'll figure it out." Scrimgeour stood up indifferently,
"Remember, everyone has to pay for the mistakes they make."
He closed the door of the interrogation room, and nodded slightly to Jin Silai who had been waiting outside for a long time.
"Director, Minister Fudge is looking for you."
"I'll go now."
Taking a few statements from the interrogation with him, Scrimgeour sat across from Fudge without saying a word.
When he came, he took a rough look.
The reasons of Wuzha customers are all kinds of strange, but they all have a lot in common.
The most obvious is pure blood supremacy.
Whether it is mixed blood or pure blood, they all look down on "inferior" Muggle-borns.
In their eyes, Muggles are not even as good as some weak magical creatures.
"A bunch of poor wretches who consider themselves noble!" Fudge slapped his desk hard,
"Supplement the evidence as soon as possible, we can't always be passive."
After Scrimgeour collected the statement, his expression was rather complicated, "Where are the two mysterious wizards?"
Fudge hesitated for a moment, "Rufus, are you confident that you can find them within a month?"
"No, but I will try my best."
"Okay, let's do this first."
The longer the delay, the greater the embarrassment of the Ministry of Magic.
If you can't find it after a month, use other methods to reduce the impact.
attack?
kidnapping?
Is the testimony of the residents of Knockturn Alley and Spider's End Alley credible?
Just because the search for truth is temporarily suspended doesn't mean they can escape the courts.
But from Scrimgeour's helpless eyes, it seems that the belief he has held on to for most of his life has begun to waver.
……
……
on Wednesday,
The Daily Prophet reports on the status of 17 Muggles.
The short stories written by Rita are quite tear-jerking, and Hermione can't read any more without finishing the first one.
What a Muggle noble son, what a Muggle rich businessman and lady.
Familiar exaggerated associations, familiar nonsense.
She hoped that the big reporter would hold back tomorrow, and if not, she would provide some latest news from the Ministry of Magic.
With strong curiosity, he switched places with Neville in the first Charms class.
Vincent, who was seriously attending class, pretended not to see the wink from her.
When Sam borrowed the mithril suitcase the night before yesterday, he had been thinking that something was going to happen.
Even though he returned it yesterday, he still felt a little unreliable.
[Don't worry, I'm the most professional Auror in North America, no one knows what we did—]
This is the state of being ready to run.
After all, there is an unbreakable oath blessing, and the scarred hands are the two real deities they pretended to be.
The shamans don't know, and Tash only knows part of it.
When she managed to convince herself, Hermione was already staring at her big sore eyes with anger.
"I've been at school all day, so I don't know when Fudge plans to make an announcement."
"Hey--" Her sneer sounded like a person.
That's right, it was the professor of the second Potions class, Severus Snape.
He glanced coldly at Vincent and Hermione who were sitting together.
awesome!
It doesn't matter if Longbottom is without Wayne, the point is that Potter and Wes are without Granger.
50 points were deducted in half a class, which was really a pleasant day.
Hermione finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Without her and Vincent, these three scumbags are really hopeless.
……
……
No matter what the two mysterious wizards were thinking, their actions were undoubtedly a satire on the capabilities of the Ministry of Magic.
The crimes that have grown up under the noses have to be solved by outsiders who don't know the details.
What's even more ironic is that all the clues obtained by the Ministry of Magic were released on purpose.
Scrimgeour, as head of the Auror's office, had to be ashamed of it.
If the Ministry of Magic can take good care of Knockturn Alley and Spider's End, this incident, even if it happens, can be calmed down quickly.
Now not only being led by the nose, but also facing doubts from the magical society and the world.
"Take them all to the interrogation room!" He took a deep look at Tonks, and then took the eldest son of the Rolle family back.
The 53 witch slags woke up in despair.
Just got thrown out of hell by the devil, then met another group of devils.
"name."
"S—Slade Roll."
"Why did it appear near the entrance to the Ministry of Magic?"
"I—I can't say."
Scrimgeour grabbed Slade's collar roughly, "Do you want to try being a dementor?"
"No—" Slade pushed back his sleeve tremblingly.
There were three shallow scars on his arms that looked like they had been scalded with hot wire.
"We were all forced to take an unbreakable vow.
Whether it is actively or passively saying the name and appearance, revealing any physical characteristics, or identifying the two wizards, we who broke the oath will die on the spot. "
Needless to say, Scrimgeour knew the effects of magic.
You will die if you draw out relevant memories, you will die if you drink Veritaserum and ask questions, and you will die if you are taken from Legilimency.
With such meticulous thoughts, those two mysterious wizards even knew the Auror's bottom line.
"Tell me why you went to that bar."
Slade, who sat down again, trembled again.
Scrimgeour drew his wand and pointed it at his forehead,
"You'd better cooperate with me, this does not violate the oath between you and them."
Slade stopped trembling. "I—I see."
Thirteen years ago, the Roll family paid almost all their wealth for an "indulgence note."
Today, 13 years later, I can no longer afford to buy another one.
All of these faults stemmed from his Death Eater father.
The Luo Er family, who used to be aloof, are now so downcast that they are lingering in Knockturn Alley.
How about escaping trial?
Losing the wealth accumulated by the family for generations, their bottom line will only get lower and lower.
Throw away the useless dignity of a pure-blood wizard, throw away the glory you were once proud of.
They associate with dark wizards and gradually become one of them.
But even if many things are thrown away, some things can't be lost anyway.
Slade always believed that the pure-blooded Roll family could return to the top.
So, why couldn't he find a sense of superiority in Muggles of low blood?
"It was a girl and I swung her around like a rag doll.
Break her arms, knead her into a ball, even if her neck is broken, as long as she has one breath, she won't die. "
Scrimgeour loosened his clenched fist slightly, "How many times have you been there?"
"Probably—" the excited Slade suddenly closed his mouth.
"Why, weren't you very excited just now?"
"I—I've only been there a few times."
Even now, they are still trying to use lies to evade due punishment. The once proud Luoer family has really fallen.
"We'll figure it out." Scrimgeour stood up indifferently,
"Remember, everyone has to pay for the mistakes they make."
He closed the door of the interrogation room, and nodded slightly to Jin Silai who had been waiting outside for a long time.
"Director, Minister Fudge is looking for you."
"I'll go now."
Taking a few statements from the interrogation with him, Scrimgeour sat across from Fudge without saying a word.
When he came, he took a rough look.
The reasons of Wuzha customers are all kinds of strange, but they all have a lot in common.
The most obvious is pure blood supremacy.
Whether it is mixed blood or pure blood, they all look down on "inferior" Muggle-borns.
In their eyes, Muggles are not even as good as some weak magical creatures.
"A bunch of poor wretches who consider themselves noble!" Fudge slapped his desk hard,
"Supplement the evidence as soon as possible, we can't always be passive."
After Scrimgeour collected the statement, his expression was rather complicated, "Where are the two mysterious wizards?"
Fudge hesitated for a moment, "Rufus, are you confident that you can find them within a month?"
"No, but I will try my best."
"Okay, let's do this first."
The longer the delay, the greater the embarrassment of the Ministry of Magic.
If you can't find it after a month, use other methods to reduce the impact.
attack?
kidnapping?
Is the testimony of the residents of Knockturn Alley and Spider's End Alley credible?
Just because the search for truth is temporarily suspended doesn't mean they can escape the courts.
But from Scrimgeour's helpless eyes, it seems that the belief he has held on to for most of his life has begun to waver.
……
……
on Wednesday,
The Daily Prophet reports on the status of 17 Muggles.
The short stories written by Rita are quite tear-jerking, and Hermione can't read any more without finishing the first one.
What a Muggle noble son, what a Muggle rich businessman and lady.
Familiar exaggerated associations, familiar nonsense.
She hoped that the big reporter would hold back tomorrow, and if not, she would provide some latest news from the Ministry of Magic.
With strong curiosity, he switched places with Neville in the first Charms class.
Vincent, who was seriously attending class, pretended not to see the wink from her.
When Sam borrowed the mithril suitcase the night before yesterday, he had been thinking that something was going to happen.
Even though he returned it yesterday, he still felt a little unreliable.
[Don't worry, I'm the most professional Auror in North America, no one knows what we did—]
This is the state of being ready to run.
After all, there is an unbreakable oath blessing, and the scarred hands are the two real deities they pretended to be.
The shamans don't know, and Tash only knows part of it.
When she managed to convince herself, Hermione was already staring at her big sore eyes with anger.
"I've been at school all day, so I don't know when Fudge plans to make an announcement."
"Hey--" Her sneer sounded like a person.
That's right, it was the professor of the second Potions class, Severus Snape.
He glanced coldly at Vincent and Hermione who were sitting together.
awesome!
It doesn't matter if Longbottom is without Wayne, the point is that Potter and Wes are without Granger.
50 points were deducted in half a class, which was really a pleasant day.
Hermione finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Without her and Vincent, these three scumbags are really hopeless.
……
……
