Chapter 89

Two days later, in the Ministry of Magic courtroom.

With a creaking sound, the old door slowly opened.

Through the dim light, Scrimgeour's resolute face was full of vicissitudes.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, long time no see."

Argus walked into the courtroom, still with that decent smile on his face.

There was no change in the messy environment around him.

Scrimgeour looked up and ignored it immediately.

"I haven't seen you for a few months. Mr. Scrimgeour doesn't recognize me?"

Argus smiled faintly and sat aside in a familiar manner.

"Of course I recognize him." Scrimgeour said hoarsely, "I already knew Mr. Grindelwald when he first came to England."

"Yes, Mr. Scrimgeour at that time was still the head of Auror, and he almost put me, a freshman, into Azkaban."

"If you came here today just to ridicule me, then you succeeded." Scrimgeour stared at Argus.

"But don't be complacent! Sooner or later, I will personally put you into Azkaban!"

"Complacent? Why can't I be complacent?" Argus sneered.

"We all know that your crimes are proven beyond doubt. It's only a matter of time before you are sent to prison."

"Instead of speaking harshly here, Mr. Scrimgeour should think more about how he can survive Azkaban."

Scrimgeour said coldly: "You don't need to worry about this!"

"Of course I won't worry about it. After all, it's not me who died."

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Scrimgeour's family seems to have been hidden in the United States by you, right?"

"Tell me, if those wizards you hunted knew about this after your death, what would they do?"

"Grindelwald!" Scrimgeour wanted to get up suddenly, but was tied up tightly by the chains behind him.

His brown hair and thick eyebrows swung wildly.

He was like an angry lion.

"Perhaps you think Dumbledore will help you." Argus didn't care and continued to speak lightly.

"But the premise of all this is that you can survive."

"Do you think the dark wizards and pure-blood families in Azkaban will let you walk out alive?"

Scrimgeour's eyes were bloodshot, and after a while, he suddenly laughed.

"You said so much, just because I am still useful."

"Otherwise, you, the leader of the saints, would not come to this dirty courtroom!"

"Of course." Argus did not deny it.

"You should be glad that you are still useful, otherwise, there is only one way to die waiting for you."

"You think so, and so does Dumbledore! So, he won't let me die!" Scrimgeour seemed to think that he had the upper hand in the conversation, and laughed very proudly.

"Mr. Grindelwald, do you think I will be threatened by you and cooperate with you?"

"Bah! Evil dark wizard!"

Argus didn't care: "Do you really believe that Dumbledore will help you?"

"I don't believe him, do I believe you?" Scrimgeour said in a sarcastic tone.

"Why can't you trust me?"

"Dumbledore is helping you just to use you to check and balance Fudge so that he can control the Ministry of Magic."

Argus frowned slightly, as if he was uncomfortable with the dark environment of the courtroom.

And the most important point, which he didn't say, is that Dumbledore wanted to save Scrimgeour to prepare for the future fight against Voldemort.

It's a pity that Scrimgeour didn't know this.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so emotional.

"But if he knew that you chose to join Fudge, do you think he would continue to help you?"

Scrimgeour stood up, his eyes full of anger: "I didn't!"

"Fudge, that idiot, is not worthy of being the Minister of Magic!"

"It doesn't matter whether you have it or not. What matters is whether Dumbledore thinks you have it or not." Argus said lightly.

"Before I came here, I had asked Fudge to send someone to delay your entry into Azkaban."

"What do you think Dumbledore would think if he knew about this?"

"Does he think you are wronged? Or does he think you chose to join Fudge to save your life?"

"Will he still bother to protect your family at that time?"

"Grindelwald! I will kill you!" The chains on Scrimgeour's body kept making collisions.

He rushed towards Argus frantically, with bright red blood oozing from his wrists and ankles.

"Expelliarmus!"

Agarth cast a disarming spell and knocked Scrimgeour down heavily.

Mr. Scrimgeour, you don't want your family to suffer inhuman torture from countless dark wizards, do you? "

"Now, tell me, what is your choice?"

Scrimgeour sat on the ground, panting.

"I don't have time to waste with you, I'll ask you one last time."

"Your choice!"

Argus's eyes were cold, and seeing that Scrimgeour still had no intention of speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, the opportunity has been given to you."

"You chose to give up, I hope you won't regret it in the future!"

"Wait!"

At the last moment when Argus stepped out of the door, Scrimgeour finally spoke.

In an instant, he seemed to have aged by dozens of years.

"You...what do you need me to do! "

It's done!

The corner of Argus' mouth raised a barely perceptible arc.

Although Voldemort's methods are despicable, they are indeed useful!

Even against a tough guy like Scrimgeour, it can be several times more sure.

In the original book, Scrimgeour would rather be tortured to death by Voldemort than reveal any information about Harry.

From this, it can be seen that Scrimgeour's hatred for dark wizards is absolutely above his own life.

But Argus also believes that no one is without weaknesses!

And Scrimgeour's weakness is his family! Otherwise, he would not have sent his family to the United States to prevent retaliation from British dark wizards!

After getting the reply he wanted, Argus breathed a sigh of relief.

Previously Everything he said was just him using Scrimgeour's care for his family to mentally oppress Scrimgeour.

You know, Fudge himself coveted the position of Auror Director, how could he cooperate with Argus!

But Scrimgeour didn't know that from the time he was arrested until now, Fudge had always given him the illusion that Fudge and Argus were in a cooperative relationship.

Therefore, he believed Argus's words that Fudge asked Fudge to send someone.

He never thought that these were just lies Argus used for negotiation!

Scrimgeour's eyes no longer had the color of the past.

Asking him to cooperate with the dark wizard in his mind was tantamount to betraying his beliefs.

He asked in an unprecedented tired voice: "What do you want by leaving me alive?"

"Magic? Gold Galleons..."

"I need your connections and reputation in the Auror Command."

Argus turned his head and looked at Scrimgeour.

"Tell me, who are your confidants in the Auror Command, and what are the means to control them and gain their trust! "

"Leave them all to me."

Scrimgeour did not ask any more questions. He knew that from the moment he opened his mouth, he no longer had the capital to negotiate.

After telling Argus everything he knew, he sat quietly in the corner and stopped talking.