harry potter book of crimes

Outside the window of the minister's office, it looks like the sun is shining brightly.

Of course, I mean, this bright sunshine may only be limited to the windows of the Ministry of Magic.

Since the Ministry of Magic is located deep underground, it is impossible to open a regular window to reveal it. However, if the staff work in an environment without sunlight all day long, it will definitely not be good for their physical and mental health at least.

Therefore, almost every window in this underground building of the Ministry of Magic has been enchanted, and the weather every day is basically determined by the Ministry's Magical Maintenance Department.

According to an insider, Arthur Weasley, there was a period last year when a hurricane blew outside the windows of the Ministry of Magic for two full months, and this was only because the maintenance staff wanted a raise.

However, even if their wages have not increased yet, they dare not change the weather outside the window easily these days anyway.

After all, the work pressure of certain departments in the Ministry is really high these days, especially our Minister of Magic, Mr. Scrimgeour.

"Oh, the weather outside your windows is really nice today. It makes me want to put a magic spell on my room. I think you all know that even the air outside is a bit sticky at the moment. It's probably going to be...

It's raining!"

Maca was sitting on the sofa, calmly drinking a cup of coffee just brought by Scrimgeour's secretary. While drinking, she was talking to him around, as if she didn't want to change the conversation to the topic so quickly.

Kingsley on the side listened and said with a somewhat apologetic smile:

"Mr. MacLean, you may not know - the department is having a stressful day right now. If there is another haze outside the windows, everyone's life will be even worse!"

Although many people have now learned that Kingsley and Maka are obviously related secretly, on the surface, they still have to pretend to each other.

Otherwise, from the perspective of Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, he would be a little too embarrassed.

"Really?" Maka chatted with Kingsley very cooperatively, "Mr. Scrimgeour...if you need help, just tell me, it is also our British magical community to do our part in the work of the Ministry of Magic.

What all wizards should do!"

"Uh... well, it would be great if you could have such an awareness!"

Scrimgeour listened to Maka's high-sounding rhetoric and almost took it seriously.

Fortunately, he quickly realized that the other party was just saying some nice things in front of the female reporter from the Daily Prophet, so he didn't make a joke from the beginning.

Obviously, although Maka didn't seem to bring the topic to today's business at all, the interview had actually begun.

In fact, given that journalists are all human beings, it is impossible for every one of them to strictly abide by industry standards and maintain eternal objectivity. Therefore, before accepting an interview, ordinary small talk is a good opportunity to leave a specific impression on the other party.

"Miss Braithwaite," as she was speaking, Maka suddenly turned to the tall female reporter and said with a relaxed smile, "I have one thing to trouble you, please tell you.

Mr. Gufei, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, said that I am very happy to see the latest reports of your newspaper every morning! Well, I will remember to pay from next year!"

"Oh, it's nothing... With your wealth, if you are willing, it's just a small thing to pay hundreds of years!"

As expected of a reporter, Betty reacted quickly to Maka's little joke.

Moreover, it can be heard from her tone that the Daily Prophet has considerable respect for Maka, the youngest outstanding wizard in the UK today.

Yes, at least compared to the previous conversation with Scrimgeour, Betty's response was obviously much more cautious.

However, Maka could also detect from the other party's echo that the female reporter mentioned his worth intentionally or unintentionally, which was obviously not an accident.

"Well, do you want to show me the investigative skills of their newspaper reporters?"

After thinking for a moment, Maka nodded secretly with some understanding.

If we say that the sales of potions and scientific products he did were almost all done in the black market in the past. Only now, due to the turmoil in the black market, some of them have been transferred to the public.

Although the level of confidentiality will inevitably be reduced accordingly, not everyone can find out this matter.

"Then let me lend you your good words. I hope I can live for a hundred years!"

Maka shrugged indifferently and replied in a meaningful way. However, his words were actually alluding to the battle between himself and Haierbo. It is still unknown who will die and who will survive.

After all, judging from the normal lifespan of wizards, it is often not a problem to live over ninety years old. Those at the level of Maka and Dumbledore may even live longer because of the active magic power.

But the prerequisite is that nothing unexpected happens.

Betty seemed to have a taste of Maka's test before the interview. When she heard Maka's meaningful words, she couldn't help but smile, politely and reservedly keeping her seat and bowing slightly.

road:

"Mr. Maclean is joking, but a hundred years is nothing to a wizard like you. Think about Mr. Albus Dumbledore, if it weren't for..."

Betty didn't finish her words, but the attitude she wanted to express was already very clear. It seemed that the "Daily Prophet" seemed to be more optimistic about Maka's final victory, even though they probably would not easily take sides.

"Maybe!"

After figuring out the female reporter and the attitude of the newspaper behind her, Maca finally raised her eyebrows slightly, then turned her head and smiled at Scrimgeour.

"Mr. Minister, I think this interview should start now! I must say that none of us here are really busy. We should seize the time and finish what we need to do, and then we can continue to work on ourselves.

It’s happened!”

When Scrimgeour heard this, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"It's not like you're stalling for time."

But naturally he didn't dare to say these words. He immediately straightened the tie in front of him, then straightened his waist and stretched out his hand to signal to the female reporter:

"Then, as MacLean said, let's get started!"

The content of this interview will definitely appear on the front page of the Daily Prophet. For the newspaper, this is a good opportunity to attract attention and increase subscription rates; and for the Ministry of Magic, this is a good opportunity to guide

Public opinion, an opportunity to reduce the work pressure of the ministry.

Thinking about it this way, apart from allowing him to show his face more and increase his already high reputation, there doesn't seem to be much benefit from Maka?

However, not only Kingsley knew this, but even the female reporter Betty had already guessed that Maca must have other agendas, and this interview might lead to some big news.

Only Scrimgeour, who now only wants to be imprisoned in this position, is unaware of this.

"Ok, no problem!"

When Betty heard this, she immediately put down the cup in her hand and took out the shorthand notebook and automatic ink-producing quill she used for interviews from the satchel beside her.

The photographer who was sitting aside was busy standing up with the magic camera in hand, preparing to take a few more photos for the editor to choose personally.

"Bang!"

Before Betty even started to ask, she heard the old-fashioned magnesium powder flash suddenly explode. A puff of smoke and a bright light that almost blinded people and dogs forced everyone to blink.

"Oh, Fu Zuo, you can take the photo later - I think some generous gentlemen here will definitely give you some time to take pictures!"

When the photographer saw Betty waving her hands to disperse the smoke and stopping herself from continuing to take pictures, the photographer had no choice but to sit back on the sofa next to her.

"Sorry," Betty saw him sitting down, and then turned around and said, "Well, first of all, I have a few small problems here. I need Mr. MacLean and you...oh, and Mr. Scrimgeour to help us.

Readers, please answer——"

She had probably prepared these "little questions" at the newspaper office, and the editor might even have asked her to bring them here to ask Maka, so she was a little anxious for a while.

So much so that when she opened her mouth, she almost forgot about Scrimgeour.

"Ask me!"

Maka didn't say much, just nodded.

"So, the first little question -" Betty looked forward to it and asked after a slight pause, "about the recent chaos in the British wizarding world...such as the underground gathering of dark wizards and the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. McClain, how do you personally think...should deal with the disappearance of the suspect?"

To be honest, this first "little problem" is very tricky.

Of course, the tricky part about this question is not the question itself, but the person the female reporter asked.

If you were to ask Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, directly, this would undoubtedly be a regular official Q&A. But Betty didn't mean to ask Scrimgeour, and instead asked Maka for her personal opinion, which is obviously a bit intriguing.

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Fortunately, Maka was not embarrassed by this, because as early as during the wizarding revolution launched by Grindelwald, Dumbledore, as an outsider, had been asked similar questions by the media at the time.

"Ordinary people have no mandatory obligation to assist Aurors in dealing with dark wizards, and the dangers of dark wizards are well known to everyone." Maka said with a calm smile, "So I personally think that everyone should not get involved easily.

If anything is discovered among these incidents, it is enough to inform the Auror Office as soon as possible! You know, I think we can trust the Ministry of Magic to eliminate evil."

Such words were naturally said in one breath, but Maca knew that this was not the answer that female reporter Betty wanted. So at the end, he suddenly added:

"As for myself! As a member of the British magical community, I will probably do my part - well, of course I have to ensure my own safety, haha!" (To be continued)