Chapter 534 Collapse of Faith

"Isn't it too early to celebrate now?"

After the young man finished talking to himself, he shook his head as if mocking himself, walked around the crowd and continued to wander around.

Although Diagon Alley is the largest commercial core of the entire wizarding world in the country, it is actually not too big. It didn't take long for the teenager to finish shopping.

But the boy did not give up there. Instead, he got into a secret alley and entered Knockturn Alley through the door key.

Compared to the bustling Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley is much deserted. Although it is broad daylight, there are not many people on the street. Only the oil lamps hanging in front of various shops are still silent on the dark streets. exudes a dim light.

This is the characteristic of Knockturn Alley. Almost everyone who comes here to shop will choose to be sent directly to the store that has the goods they need through the Floo network, and then leave after buying, so that others will not catch them. Chance.

Generally speaking, except for a few exceptions, the pedestrians you can see on Knockturn Alley are basically either newcomers who do not have a floo network node in the other store, or they are pure and terrifying dark wizards without any fear. .

This young man is obviously not the former.

Because he seemed to be very familiar with Knockturn Alley, he was staring straight ahead, but his feet skillfully bypassed one puddle after another, and finally arrived in front of the Bojin Blog store.

Looking at the crumbling rotten wooden board at the entrance of the store, which could barely be called a sign, the corners of the young man's mouth rose.

But unlike what was expected, the young man stayed at the door of the Bojin Boke store for a long time, but instead of pushing the door open, his body twisted and disappeared.

Bojin Bock, who was counting the gold galleons in the store, raised his head thoughtfully and looked in the direction of the door.

But there was no one there.

Bojinbok curled his lips, lowered his head again and began to count the gold coins on the counter over and over again.

Just now, he sensed a very familiar aura.

‘Maybe it’s an illusion. ’

Boginbok thought to himself.

…

At the same time, a twisted figure appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and gradually solidified, transforming into the brown-haired young man.

Upon seeing this, the current director of the Auror Office, who had been waiting in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, immediately came forward with a smile on his face and said in a very earnest tone:

"Mr. Flint, Minister Scrimgeour has been waiting for a long time."

Chris couldn't help but frown when he heard the other party calling him, but in the end he said nothing, just nodded and motioned for the other party to lead the way.

The director of the Auror Office did not show any sign of slowness on his face. Instead, he stepped forward in a humble manner and began to lead the way for Chris.

The two of them had a smooth journey. The director took Chris to the door and left. Chris raised the corners of his mouth slightly, opened the door and walked in.

In the office at this time, Scrimgeour was facing away from the door, silently staring at the clear sky simulated by magic outside the window, but there was a haze in his heart.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Scrimgeour turned his head stiffly and looked at Chris expressionlessly with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"You don't seem to have had a good rest." Chris looked at the other person's deep dark circles and swollen face and said, "But this is normal. After all, no one will give up their rights to others easily. At present, this way."

Scrimgeour said nothing, but silently opened the cigar box on the table.

But to his disappointment, the box that was supposed to be filled with cigars was empty. Then he recalled that he seemed to have smoked all the cigars in it the night before.

At this moment, a cigar engraved with a Cuban elf pattern was stretched out in front of him.

Scrimgeour looked up and saw Chris holding up a cigar and looking at him with a half-smile.

After hesitating for a moment, Scrimgeour finally took the cigar from Chris and lit it with his wand.

"call!"

Scrimgeour exhaled a long puff of smoke, and then coughed twice with a painful expression.

This is the result of smoking a cigar through the lungs. You must know that passing through the lungs is the correct way to taste cigars, but Scrimgeour can't care about that much at this moment.

Because only the burning sensation in his chest could slightly alleviate the depression in his heart.

Chris on the side looked at Scrimgeour quietly until the other person's breathing calmed down a little before he said:

"So...what's your decision?"

Hearing this, Scrimgeour's hand holding the cigar began to tremble, and he gasped and roared in a hoarse voice that was suppressed to the extreme:

"That's not fair!"

"There is no fairness in this world. The fairness that people see is just the result of the exchange of interests that is acceptable to most people." Chris rubbed the dark wand with his fingers. "Strictly speaking, you became the Minister of Magic by chance. How unfair is this to other people who have never been able to hold this position for various reasons? So, you are not qualified to say such things. of."

The muscles on Scrimgeour's face were twitching continuously. He wanted to refute Chris's words, but after thinking for a long time, he finally lowered his head silently.

Chris on the opposite side did not urge him, but instead visited the office, with a happy and contented attitude, as if he was already the owner of this place.

"What are you going to do about Mike Townley?"

Scrimgeour's voice came over, and the corners of Chris' mouth rose even more. He shook his head and smiled:

"Given the current situation, it seems that the only way to go is a public trial, right?"

"He must die!"

"oh?"

Chris looked at Scrimgeour in surprise, waiting for his next words.

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and said:

"A person like him can never become one of our own! He can never be tamed! Even if he acts extremely submissive now, it is just his disguise. As long as he has a chance in the future, he will still jump out and cause trouble. , because his ambition simply allows him to spend his life in such a mediocre way! So... he must die! "

"Bah bang bang!"

Crisp applause echoed in the empty office. Chris clapped rhythmically while looking at Scrimgeour with admiration.

He felt that he might have underestimated the previous Ministers of Magic. In fact, they were not stupid at all. They could see the truth of the so-called things very clearly, and the reason why they behaved so stupidly was just because of where their butts were. The location is just not right.

"Heroes think alike, and I think so too!"

Chris said lightly, and upon hearing this, Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and shouted in a voice that sounded like a trapped animal:

"The Ministry of Magic of China belongs to you!"

…

Different from the weather simulated in the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts was shrouded in rain.

Although it is already early spring, the special climate environment in the country has caused the current weather to not get warmer at all.

On the contrary, due to the increase in rain in spring and the melting of ice and snow, the actual temperature near Hogwarts has become even colder!

"When will these damn days be over?"

In the Gryffindor lounge, Ron shouted angrily.

At this moment, he was wrapped in a blanket and squatting in front of the fireplace to warm himself. This should have been a very comfortable thing, but Ron was still shivering from the cold.

Harry was in a similar situation to him, but Harry's situation was worse than him. His hair was not dry yet.

This is the result of going out for Quidditch training on a rainy day, that is, in the wizarding world. If it were the Muggle world, both Harry and Ron would have to report to the hospital now.

Listening to Ron's complaints, Harry, the Quidditch captain, did not comfort his goalkeeper, but looked to the corner with a worried look on his face.

There, Hermione was sitting alone on the sofa in a daze.

This is extremely rare, because as a hard-working genius, Hermione usually does not waste every minute or second. She is either studying or on the way to study.

But this just proves how bad her mood is at the moment.

And there are many people who are in the same bad mood as her. You must know that after the equal rights movement, Mike has been regarded as a hero by almost all Hogwarts students except purebloods.

But now, their hero has been captured by the Ministry of Magic for his righteous deeds!

This is something they simply cannot tolerate!

"Hey Hermione, are you okay?"

Harry asked cautiously, fearing that Hermione would be dissatisfied.

This is Hermione, and he would never get involved with any other woman. This is a painful lesson he has learned in his aunt's house for more than ten years - never provoke a woman who is in a bad mood, unless you want to If you become the other person's punching bag.

As Harry expected, Hermione was not fundamentally different from other women. Upon hearing this, she just glared at Harry fiercely, and then said:

"Don't bother me!"

Harry obediently squatted down by the fireplace again and toasted his hair.

He was not angry, but rather admired Hermione.

After all, she had already behaved very calmly. You must know that everyone else was in a panic after learning about Mike's arrest. Not only did they start making a fuss in Hogwarts, but they also gathered in the auditorium and expressed their intention to go out and rescue Mike.

As for their rescue plan, it's very simple, just get in and be done.

Harry had never doubted whether these people had the courage to break into the Ministry of Magic directly.

Because he remembered that his godfather Sirius once said to him that a person is irrational when his emotions go to extremes.

Harry was convinced of this.

And while Harry was recalling Sirius's earnest teachings to him, he heard Hermione say in a choked voice:

"How could they do that? Mike defeated Voldemort!"

Ron shuddered instinctively when he heard the words Voldemort!

Although Voldemort is dead now, he probably won't be able to change this habit in his lifetime.

"Yeah, how could they do that."

Harry responded to Hermione in a sleepy voice.

In his opinion, getting rid of Voldemort was a great achievement, and no reward would be too high.

But such a hero was beaten into a criminal because he supported the movement for equal rights.

He was deeply puzzled by this.

But when he thought about what the Ministry of Magic had done in the past, he felt it was understandable. After all, the Ministry of Magic was such a strange place.

"Plop! Plop!"

A strange sound suddenly woke up Harry who was deep in thought. He turned his head curiously and saw an owl with a pile of magazines tied to his ankle pecking at the window.

He hurried forward, opened the window, and let it in.

It's still raining outside now. This little guy will get sick if he stays out in the rain for too long.

The owl seemed to be moved by Harry's kindness. It shook the rainwater from its wings, and then neatly took off a pile of magazines from its lap and placed them in front of Harry.

"'The Quibbler'? Didn't it just come this morning? Oh! It turns out to be an urgent release!"

Looking at the red words 'big news' on the cover of the magazine, he nodded in realization.

He could think with his toes that this must be a new situation in Mike's matter. You must know that "The Quibbler" has almost become the exclusive media reporting on Mike's incident, just like the last issue of "The Quibbler" 》 devotes most of its space to telling about Mike.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa and was autistic, also rushed over and shouted:

"Is there any news about Mike?"

Ron curled his lips in front of the fireplace. He suddenly felt a little jealous of Mike.

But Hermione obviously didn't care about his reaction. Hermione snatched "The Quibbler" from Harry's hand and flipped through it quickly.

What surprised Harry was that as Hermione flipped through the pages, the expression on her face became increasingly ugly.

"Crack!"

Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore and started crying, and the Quibbler fell to the ground.

Harry quickly picked it up and read it, but just as he turned the page, his expression changed.

I saw it written clearly in enlarged scarlet font:

"Shock! The person who captured the hero Mike Townley was actually his most respected principal - Dumbledore! 》

"Dumbledore: I am obedient in the face of evil, but I strike hard in the face of heroes!" 》

"This...this is impossible!"

Harry murmured in disbelief and began to flip through the contents frantically, trying to convince himself that this was just a lie.

But it is a pity that the evidence published by the Freemasons in "The Quibbler" is very abundant, and it even includes a magical picture of Dumbledore holding up the Sword of the Sun and slashing at Mike.

"Crack! Plop!"

The poor Quibbler fell to the ground again, and this time it fell with Harry himself.

Looking up at the thin curtain of rain outside the window, Harry's heart felt cold!

At this moment, the deepest belief in his heart is constantly collapsing!

PY A friend's book, "I Add a Dot to the Soldier"