Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It happened again in London.

When the appearance of the dementor-like creature in the ferry's city center quickly passed to Scrimgeour, he was in the same mood as the Muggle Prime Minister who had just learned about it.

"... What are you waiting for! Send someone to deal with it! The Auror Office, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control, make them all move!"

After kicking the secretary out of the office, Scrimgeour sat back in his chair again, making a "creak".

"The Dementors ... why are they Dementors again?" He mumbled puzzledly, frowning. "Did Azkaban have restricted Dementors inside the fortress yet? This time again Where did it come from ... "

As he was talking, he picked up the report form sent by the secretary and hurriedly scanned it--he just listened to the secretary's dictation. The list hasn't been looked at carefully!

But it wasn't long before Scrimgeour threw the list down to the ground, holding his own arms and wondering.

In fact, due to the urgent time of the incident, the report was not written in too much detail. To say the least, emergency investigators gave a more vivid description the first time.

In fact, the description of the monster that is on the streets of London is actually a sentence:

"That's a 'tidy-dressed' demon with red eyes."

Scrimgeour is obviously no stranger to Dementors, so he also knows that there is no such thing as a well-groomed Dementor in this world?

Oh, there are more bizarre things in the magic world, and it seems that it can't be said to be so dead ... So, at least it is safer to add "in the English magic world" to this sentence.

Anyway, Scrimgeour is so big, I have never seen a Dementor that does not wear a black broken cloak!

So, if it wasn't a dementor, what would it be?

Thinking of this, he stood up, reached out and pressed the metal bell on the table. It didn't take long for someone to ring a crisp ringtone in the standby secretary's office at any time.

"Tuk Tuk."

"Come in!"

As soon as Scrimgeour's voice fell, another minister secretary different from the previous one immediately opened the door and walked in, hurried to the desk and stood.

To be honest, this female secretary looks a little young and has some rustic freckles on her face. She wore a pair of glasses, with a little cowardly gaze hidden behind the thick glasses.

It seems that this is still a newcomer.

"Adjust all the remaining appointments today and postpone ..." Scrimgeour just spoke, but shook his head again. "Well, after you go out and transfer this to someone else, your task is to send this to Ma In the hands of Mr. McLean. "

After all, he picked up the wand aside and tapped the report form on the table.

"Duplicated."

A simple spell was spit out of Scrimgeour's mouth, and the report slipped awkwardly, and then "jumped" out from it with a copy exactly the same.

Scrimgeour picked it up, folded it slightly, and shoved it into the young woman's secretary.

"Um ... Freya?"

He probably didn't remember the name of the girl who just joined the company for a while, so he called a little uncertainly, but soon he didn't care about these trivial problems.

"Anyway, go! Hurry up-if Mr. McLean says something, you'll bring it back without a word."

With such a command, Scrimgeour stopped saying more, but grabbed the original report, and the first woman secretary walked towards the door.

The girl pulled a little tight business attire and waited for Scrimgeour's back to disappear from the outside door before whispering:

"My name is" Freena "..."

...

Regardless of whether the new secretary was called "Freya" or "Freena", it was trivial for Scrimgeour.

Immediately after leaving his minister's office, he walked quickly towards the dedicated elevator on the other side.

Even among the staff of the Ministry of Magic, only a few people are qualified to ride on this elevator. It is designed to go directly to the mysterious affairs department on the ninth floor and the dungeon on the tenth floor. The floor buttons are only Three.

"Minister!" "Mr. Minister."

In front of the elevator door, the two Aurors were saluting him slightly, and Scrimgeour, who was in a hurry, just nodded hurriedly, and went to the elevator car from the fence door that they helped open.

When the fence door springs back and closes automatically, he pokes a button marked "-9". At that moment, he just felt that the car was slamming down, and at a fast speed, he felt that all his blood was pouring into his head.

This feeling is uncomfortable, but after a short time. After blinking twice, the car stopped moving arrogantly, causing his face, which had been reddened because of congestion in his head, to turn pale immediately.

"If it's not too urgent, I'd rather go and crowd the central elevator with someone!"

At this point, there is no longer an Auror on duty. Scrimgeour opened the fence door by himself, and stepped into a large circular room.

Except for the twelve identical doors here, the rest of the surface is covered with black, hard, light-readable tiles, and you will immediately feel like you are surrounded by some mysterious atmosphere. .

As soon as Scrimgeour left the elevator, the curved walls of the circular room began to spin. A moment later, when the wall stopped and moved, the twelve inimitable door lintels could make people not even know that they came in through that door.

This is the Department of Mystery Affairs, and Maca also came in.

Of course, Scrimgeour, as the Minister of Magic, is obviously unlikely to be stumped by these doors-even he rarely comes here to walk.

I saw him pull out his wand and chant the spell, and then the wand turned around in the palm of his hand.

"Time hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of his staff pointed steadily towards one of the twelve doors, and Scrimgeour walked there without hesitation.

The Mystery Department's staff office is located in the Time Hall, and can only accommodate a total of five employees of the Ministry of Magic. The employees who work here are called "silent people". They are all long-term employees who sign confidentiality agreements. They conduct top-level research here all year round.

"Professor Crocker ... where else?"

Scrimgeour didn't talk nonsense when he got here, because he knew that people who worked here didn't like to waste time. For these silent people, doing research is everything.

"Huh?" The old man who was rummaging around the bookshelf looked up, "Oh, Mr. Minister ... they're all in the planetary room! Haven't you just given us a mission?"

"Yeah! But there is a more urgent ..." Scrimgeour waved to the old Crocker, regardless of the others. "Look at this, do you think ... what it will be ? "

When Croke saw him raising the report, he put down the work at hand and came over to Scrimgeour and picked up the list.

"Are there no photos?"

The old man complained a little bit dissatisfaction, and then glanced back and forth. It wasn't long before he handed it back to Scrimgeour.

"Although most of it will be related to Dementors, who knows what it is? You know, we know almost nothing about the origins of Dementors ..."

Talking, Old Croke turned around and walked back, and walked and said:

"Wait for Bodder to come out of the planetary room! He's interested in these things, maybe he can help you figure out something useful!"

"Ok!"

Scrimgeour stretched his arms and could only pull out a chair and sit beside him.

Although he is the Minister of Magic, he has to abide by the rules here. Except for a few relatively secure halls, most of the rooms in the Department of Mystery Affairs are not accessible by anyone, not even the Minister.

After all, almost all research projects here are very dangerous for ordinary wizards.

...

While Scrimgeour was still waiting honestly, the new secretary, Freina, who had been working very hard, had already left.

Don't look at her plain appearance and the whole body exudes a kind of "Rustic ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~" On weekdays, it seems a little scary, but her heart is full of desire for stimulation.

As soon as she left the Ministry of Magic, she immediately stepped on the flying broomstick and cast herself on a phantom spell that was apparently rough.

Immediately, she soared into the sky, and at the same time glanced down at the positioning disk.

"Ok?"

Before she could fly far enough, she stared at the positioning disk dumbfounded-she had just entered the registration code of "Maka McLean" wand, but why did she not even have half a pointing?

Yes, this is actually a small mistake made by Scrimgeour in a hurry. Had it been replaced by some other senior secretary, I would naturally choose to take a trip to Hogwarts, which would not cause any further trouble for our Minister.

Unfortunately, Scrimgeour's mistake this time was the wrong one.

"What to do ... Should I go back to the Wand Registry and check it again?" Freina hung in the air, whispering to herself, "No, I just confirmed it with my own eyes, the registration code must be correct ..." "

Suddenly, she thought again:

"Then ... otherwise go to Hogwarts? Mr. McLean is most likely over there ... no, no! If you can find him by going directly to Hogwarts, why would the Minister deliberately Say you want me 'in the hands of Maca McLean'? "

After a long period of distress, Freina, who was quite clever, seemed to think of something, and suddenly her eyes brightened.

"That's right! Didn't you just say that a suspected dementor appeared in central London? Otherwise, just go there and see? Mr. McLean will definitely be there!"

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