Chapter 366 Scrimgeour
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Su Er's calm words made the atmosphere in the room freeze for a moment.
Mainly because the names Sur said were very intimidating. One of them was the boss of the Auror's boss, who was in charge of the entire Law Enforcement Department, including violent institutions like the Auror Office.
Not to mention the other one, the white wizard recognized as the strongest in the magic world today.
The short-haired man's expression changed, and he looked at Suer hesitantly, just as he was hesitating what to say.
The rescuers came, and only two sounds were heard in no particular order. A slight popping sound came from outside the crowd. The officials of the Ministry of Magic made way for a passage with respectful expressions. A man who looked like an old lion and wore a golden The man with silk-rimmed glasses came over.
His walking posture was a little weird, as if he was lame, but he had the grace of a meteor in his stride. His yellow eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were scanning sharply, and his eyes paused for a moment on the unknown Death Eater lying on the ground. He shrunk slightly, then glanced at Su Er and others unintentionally, and finally looked at the short-haired man.
"What's going on?" This sentence was uttered by another person following behind this man, Barty Crouch. His eyes were cold and sharp, there was no emotion in his words, his eyes were a little protruding, and his hands were tight. Holding the wand tightly, looking a little crazy.
"Director Scrimgeour." The short-haired man first said to the brown-haired man who entered the scene first, and then paused, "Mr. Crouch, this is..."
The short-haired man briefly recounted everything that had happened from their arrival to this point in time, including the threats Thor had made against them before Scrimgeour's arrival.
"So, the one who released the Dark Mark was the Death Eater at their feet?"
Barty Crouch asked hurriedly, looking at Suhr.
Soul didn't answer, but Mr. Weasley spoke first, "Obviously, Barty." He said,
"How could they release my son..."
"What's the relationship between Ms. Bones and you?" Scrimgeour's voice also sounded, looking at Suhr.
Su Er looked away and said coldly, "My name is Su Er Bones."
"That's it." Scrimgeour nodded in understanding, and his tone was gentle, contrary to his fierce appearance, "I already understand what happened, Mr. Bones."
As he said that, he glared at the wizard who released the spell indiscriminately, "I'm sorry, my employees launched the attack without clear on-site form."
"The facts couldn't be clearer." Scrimgeour was not an idiot. The wizard dressed as a Death Eater lying between the two groups of people was obviously the one who released the Dark Mark. "I think Terr should I apologize for the behavior that caused you fright.”
"Director Scrimgeour!" The wizard named Terr whispered reluctantly.
"Apologise." Compared to his gentle manner when speaking to Suer, he was harsh to his employees.
A look of reluctance flashed across the face of the wizard named Ter, and he pursed his lips. He didn't seem to feel that he had done anything wrong. He didn't want to apologize to a young wizard who was still in school. This was very embarrassing.
But his ears were quite sensitive, and he could detect the threat underlying Scrimgeour's cold 'apology'.
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand the situation." He finally succumbed to Scrimgeour's stern gaze and apologized reluctantly in a vague tone. Then he roughly pushed away the colleagues around him and left without looking back. the crowd.
Oh, it seems that this wizard named Terl has a backing in the Ministry of Magic... Soul sneered. Of course he would not accept an insincere apology. In fact, he had already decided to write a letter to his aunt after he returned. letter.
Compared to the backstage, who is afraid of whom?
Who knows what kind of magic that silent spell is? In the magic world, the boundary between white magic and black magic has never been clear. It all depends on whether a wizard has malice in his heart when he casts the spell. Soul couldn't imagine that the magic spell was What is the ontology.
As we all know, the Magical Injuries Department at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is always overcrowded.
A clear look of hesitation flashed across Scrimgeour's face, but he didn't say anything more. He turned to Soul, his expression becoming gentle again.
Just like Su Er has accepted the apology and this matter is just a misunderstanding, just as he can change the story after apologizing, he changed the topic,
"Can you tell us how you subdued this Death Eater? This is an adult wizard."
"When I was your age, I couldn't achieve such an achievement. If Ms. Bones knew, she would be proud of you. If you don't believe me, ask everyone here who can defeat you at the age of 14. Where’s a dark wizard with lots of combat experience?”
There were scattered chuckles in the crowd, and a witch wearing a long woolen dressing gown said, "When I was 14 years old, I was still worrying about the potion configuration paper assigned by Professor Slughorn."
"Okay, Rufus." Barty Crouch rudely disrupted the slightly relaxed atmosphere, with extreme impatience in his tone.
"The most important thing now is to figure out what's going on! You should know very well what the mark above your head means! Instead of talking about something..."
"Don't worry, Barty, I think Mr. Bones would be happy to tell us what happened here." Scrimgeour interrupted, looking at Soul.
As the saying goes, if you reach out and don't hit the smiling person, Soul will naturally not be cold-faced, especially under Mr. Weasley's anxious eyes, he began to explain the situation according to the preset arrangement.
Only then did everyone notice that not far away, Mr. Malfoy, who had been ignored, was lying on the ground with no idea of his life or death.
There were several exclamations from the crowd.
As Su Er told the story, everyone nodded slightly. On the premise that the adult wizard ignored the situation behind him, it was reasonable for the four young wizards to defeat an adult wizard with a sneak attack. The wizards who were preparing to enter the fourth grade could more or less master it. A powerful magic.
Scrimgeour's eyes became gentler. After Sur finished speaking, he glanced at the short-haired man on one side.
"It seems that the facts are very clear. I believe it is as you said, but some necessary procedures still need to be carried out. Can you please hand over the wand to us for inspection?"
Soul and the others had already known that this would happen, so they handed over the wands very happily. The short-haired man who received Scrimgeour's look led his colleagues to take the wands from Soul and the others. Malfoy and the Death Eaters used their bare hands. Nothing was left inside.
Not long after, the short-haired man nodded slightly to Scrimgeour, and then returned the wand to Soul and the others.
"Thank you for your cooperation," Scrimgeour said gently. "I will explain the situation in detail to Mr. Minister."
"It's already very late now. Leave the rest to us." As he spoke, two rather sturdy wizards stepped forward to pick up the Death Eater.
"I must inform Mr. Malfoy immediately to pick up his son. I think he will be very grateful to you."
Mainly because the names Sur said were very intimidating. One of them was the boss of the Auror's boss, who was in charge of the entire Law Enforcement Department, including violent institutions like the Auror Office.
Not to mention the other one, the white wizard recognized as the strongest in the magic world today.
The short-haired man's expression changed, and he looked at Suer hesitantly, just as he was hesitating what to say.
The rescuers came, and only two sounds were heard in no particular order. A slight popping sound came from outside the crowd. The officials of the Ministry of Magic made way for a passage with respectful expressions. A man who looked like an old lion and wore a golden The man with silk-rimmed glasses came over.
His walking posture was a little weird, as if he was lame, but he had the grace of a meteor in his stride. His yellow eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were scanning sharply, and his eyes paused for a moment on the unknown Death Eater lying on the ground. He shrunk slightly, then glanced at Su Er and others unintentionally, and finally looked at the short-haired man.
"What's going on?" This sentence was uttered by another person following behind this man, Barty Crouch. His eyes were cold and sharp, there was no emotion in his words, his eyes were a little protruding, and his hands were tight. Holding the wand tightly, looking a little crazy.
"Director Scrimgeour." The short-haired man first said to the brown-haired man who entered the scene first, and then paused, "Mr. Crouch, this is..."
The short-haired man briefly recounted everything that had happened from their arrival to this point in time, including the threats Thor had made against them before Scrimgeour's arrival.
"So, the one who released the Dark Mark was the Death Eater at their feet?"
Barty Crouch asked hurriedly, looking at Suhr.
Soul didn't answer, but Mr. Weasley spoke first, "Obviously, Barty." He said,
"How could they release my son..."
"What's the relationship between Ms. Bones and you?" Scrimgeour's voice also sounded, looking at Suhr.
Su Er looked away and said coldly, "My name is Su Er Bones."
"That's it." Scrimgeour nodded in understanding, and his tone was gentle, contrary to his fierce appearance, "I already understand what happened, Mr. Bones."
As he said that, he glared at the wizard who released the spell indiscriminately, "I'm sorry, my employees launched the attack without clear on-site form."
"The facts couldn't be clearer." Scrimgeour was not an idiot. The wizard dressed as a Death Eater lying between the two groups of people was obviously the one who released the Dark Mark. "I think Terr should I apologize for the behavior that caused you fright.”
"Director Scrimgeour!" The wizard named Terr whispered reluctantly.
"Apologise." Compared to his gentle manner when speaking to Suer, he was harsh to his employees.
A look of reluctance flashed across the face of the wizard named Ter, and he pursed his lips. He didn't seem to feel that he had done anything wrong. He didn't want to apologize to a young wizard who was still in school. This was very embarrassing.
But his ears were quite sensitive, and he could detect the threat underlying Scrimgeour's cold 'apology'.
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand the situation." He finally succumbed to Scrimgeour's stern gaze and apologized reluctantly in a vague tone. Then he roughly pushed away the colleagues around him and left without looking back. the crowd.
Oh, it seems that this wizard named Terl has a backing in the Ministry of Magic... Soul sneered. Of course he would not accept an insincere apology. In fact, he had already decided to write a letter to his aunt after he returned. letter.
Compared to the backstage, who is afraid of whom?
Who knows what kind of magic that silent spell is? In the magic world, the boundary between white magic and black magic has never been clear. It all depends on whether a wizard has malice in his heart when he casts the spell. Soul couldn't imagine that the magic spell was What is the ontology.
As we all know, the Magical Injuries Department at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is always overcrowded.
A clear look of hesitation flashed across Scrimgeour's face, but he didn't say anything more. He turned to Soul, his expression becoming gentle again.
Just like Su Er has accepted the apology and this matter is just a misunderstanding, just as he can change the story after apologizing, he changed the topic,
"Can you tell us how you subdued this Death Eater? This is an adult wizard."
"When I was your age, I couldn't achieve such an achievement. If Ms. Bones knew, she would be proud of you. If you don't believe me, ask everyone here who can defeat you at the age of 14. Where’s a dark wizard with lots of combat experience?”
There were scattered chuckles in the crowd, and a witch wearing a long woolen dressing gown said, "When I was 14 years old, I was still worrying about the potion configuration paper assigned by Professor Slughorn."
"Okay, Rufus." Barty Crouch rudely disrupted the slightly relaxed atmosphere, with extreme impatience in his tone.
"The most important thing now is to figure out what's going on! You should know very well what the mark above your head means! Instead of talking about something..."
"Don't worry, Barty, I think Mr. Bones would be happy to tell us what happened here." Scrimgeour interrupted, looking at Soul.
As the saying goes, if you reach out and don't hit the smiling person, Soul will naturally not be cold-faced, especially under Mr. Weasley's anxious eyes, he began to explain the situation according to the preset arrangement.
Only then did everyone notice that not far away, Mr. Malfoy, who had been ignored, was lying on the ground with no idea of his life or death.
There were several exclamations from the crowd.
As Su Er told the story, everyone nodded slightly. On the premise that the adult wizard ignored the situation behind him, it was reasonable for the four young wizards to defeat an adult wizard with a sneak attack. The wizards who were preparing to enter the fourth grade could more or less master it. A powerful magic.
Scrimgeour's eyes became gentler. After Sur finished speaking, he glanced at the short-haired man on one side.
"It seems that the facts are very clear. I believe it is as you said, but some necessary procedures still need to be carried out. Can you please hand over the wand to us for inspection?"
Soul and the others had already known that this would happen, so they handed over the wands very happily. The short-haired man who received Scrimgeour's look led his colleagues to take the wands from Soul and the others. Malfoy and the Death Eaters used their bare hands. Nothing was left inside.
Not long after, the short-haired man nodded slightly to Scrimgeour, and then returned the wand to Soul and the others.
"Thank you for your cooperation," Scrimgeour said gently. "I will explain the situation in detail to Mr. Minister."
"It's already very late now. Leave the rest to us." As he spoke, two rather sturdy wizards stepped forward to pick up the Death Eater.
"I must inform Mr. Malfoy immediately to pick up his son. I think he will be very grateful to you."
