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In the principal's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore conjured up many chairs and asked everyone to sit down. Scrimgeour sat down, and Mad-Eye Moody stood behind him. This did not mean that the chief of staff sat down.

The rest of the people could only sit.

No matter how outrageous Scrimgeour was, he would not dare to show off in front of Mad-Eye Moody.

Dumbledore did not force Mad-Eye Moody to sit down.

Because he seemed to remember that Mad-Eye Moody said that people are best prepared for attacks from behind when they are standing.

Mad-Eye Moody is always ready to fight.

After everyone walked in, Mad-Eye Moody looked at Snape unabashedly and said: "It's not safe to let this person in, Dumbledore."

"Are you questioning my ability to read people, Moody?"

Dumbledore said neither softly nor hard. Snape looked much better after hearing what Dumbledore said.

Mad-Eye Moody smiled but said nothing, not knowing what he meant.

Snape actually understood what Mad-Eye Moody meant. The Dark Lord had really returned, and a suspected Death Eater like him should be locked up.

In fact, he agreed to such a treatment - as long as such a treatment did not appear above his head.

Similarly, he is not very clear about one thing, that is, the mark on his arm, which for some unknown reason, has not been heated yet.

It was as if the Dark Lord had never summoned him.

Presumably, the same goes for the other Death Eaters.

This matter, no matter from which angle you look at it, is not normal.

Because according to Snape's understanding of the Dark Lord, he will definitely summon him after the Dark Lord returns. After all, Snape knows that the person the Dark Lord fears most is Dumbledore of Hogwarts. He is the Dark Lord.

The most successful spy lurking beside Dumbledore.

So logically, he should be recalled and asked about Dumbledore's information.

Unfortunately, no.

He wasn't sure of the Dark Lord's plan. Did the Dark Lord not trust him, or was he planning some secret and didn't have time to pay attention to him?

Snape also felt a little uneasy.

Could it be that he is no longer taken seriously?

Regardless of all this, Scrimgeour came to the principal's office. He was finally not as tough as he appeared on the outside. It seemed that his tough attitude on the outside was just for others to see.

Here, he showed his sad side.

After he sat down, he asked Dumbledore for a drink.

"Is there anything to drink? Dumbledore, give me a drink. My mouth is dry."

"Aren't you afraid that I might poison the drink?"

Dumbledore said jokingly. He raised his wand, and a bubble appeared next to Scrimgeour. Inside the bubble was a glass of wine. Scrimgeour picked up the drink, took a sip and said, "Dumbledore, he's back.

, I really saw him.

He's just the same as he was all those years ago, wearing his black robes, and he's really back, Dumbledore!"

Scrimgeour said as if he was talking in his sleep. It was obvious that he was very nervous.

The price of facing Voldemort head-on is insecurity.

Even in the first war against Voldemort, Aurors were proud to be able to escape from Voldemort.

This is proof of the power of their magic.

It's an escape, not a head-on confrontation.

The same is true for Scrimgeour. Mad-Eye Moody did not laugh at Scrimgeour. After seeing Voldemort, Scrimgeour just locked himself in the room for a week and returned to normal. This was already considered to be in a very good state of mind. The wizard.

"I saw him, Dumbledore, I saw him. He took away a Ministry of Magic agent under my nose."

Scrimgeour said seriously: "He's back, right in front of my eyes, the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and I can't even resist him.

I feel like a waste."

"Call him Voldemort, Scrimgeour."

Dumbledore could see the fear in the eyes of the man in front of him, but Dumbledore still said in his unmistakable voice: "Call him by his name, Rufus Scrimgeour, just call him His name will not make him appear in front of us.

On the contrary, the more we dare not mention his name directly, the more frightened we will become.

Under fear, we may not even have a chance to fight for our lives.

So, what did you see, Scrimgeour?"

Dumbledore turned his back on the client and took the initiative in this office.

Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore and did not answer his words. Instead, he said decisively: "We need Harry. He has defeated the mysterious man once, so he can do these things a second time.

So we have to protect him.

We need Harry to defeat You-Know-Who!"

"He's just a kid."

Dumbledore said.

"But he defeated You-Know-Who."

Scrimgeour repeated the incident.

They talk like chickens and ducks.

Dumbledore was silent.

He knew that he could not convince Scrimgeour. Although Scrimgeour seemed normal now, in fact, he had been scared out of his wits by Voldemort.

He won't listen to himself.

But, is this really the case?

Scrimgeour took another sip of wine.

"Protect Harry Potter, we can even pretend that Sirius is not here, and we can turn a blind eye to Sirius's existence."

Scrimgeour said, he glanced at Sirius and said: "We have investigated, Mr. Lupin, but there are no extra Galleons to purchase Firebolts.

Principal Dumbledore, your previous interruption was too abrupt.

Sirius Black, he can appear, but he cannot appear openly. The Ministry of Magic needs a reason. We cannot find Sirius Black, not that we do not catch Sirius Black."

Scrimgeour said.

"Smart idea, but you want to use Harry to deal with Voldemort."

Dumbledore's expression was indescribable. He took a deep breath and said, "I don't allow it."

Sirius was a little anxious, and Scrimgeour glanced at him.

"You have no place to speak here, Sirius."

Scrimgeour said unkindly, and Sirius smiled, showing his teeth, as if he wanted to give Scrimgeour a slap.

Mad-Eye Moody grabbed his wand, and Dumbledore exhaled deeply from his nose and waved his wand helplessly.

Yawenba

Sirius only felt an unbearable force falling from the sky, suppressing him and having to sit down.

"Dumbledore!"

Sirius shouted, like a big dog growling, but Scrimgeour ignored him.

The same goes for Dumbledore.

"What are you going to do?"

Dumbledore asked.

"That's what Ms. Burnsch did. I don't know what we will do next. I am just the director of the Auror Office, not the Minister of Magic."

Scrimgeour said.

"Ms. Bernsch will be here soon."

He looked at the floo network behind the principal, waiting for Ms. Bernsch to arrive.

He didn't tell the truth. He is not only the director of the Auror Office, but after Ms. Burnsch's promotion, he is very likely to take a step up and become the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic.

Take real power!

Even if it is power in the midst of the storm, it is still power!

…

In the auditorium.

The Geminis, Wood, Colin, and even Cedric from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw classmates also gathered together.

Everyone looked at the Firebolt in Harry's hand.

That's a Firebolt!

Who among the students can resist the temptation of Firebolt?

They gathered together and kept making strange noises. From a distance, Malfoy saw all this.

His face was full of indifference.

The excitement is all theirs.

It has nothing to do with yourself.

Malfoy felt a sense of desolation.

Loneliness will appear more intense when contrasted with excitement.

After swallowing the last bit of food, Malfoy stood up, turned and left the Great Hall.

Once upon a time, he remembered that when he replaced the academy players with Flywheel series flying broomsticks, he had absolute say in the Slytherin team.

Tell the truth.

But all this disappeared because of Dewey Jones and because his father turned into a werewolf.

Especially the betrayal of Goyle and Crabbe made Draco Malfoy mentally and physically exhausted.

He has not seen Professor Lu Ping recently and has accumulated many questions that he wants to ask him.

He no longer pays attention to these insignificant things.

He finished his breakfast and left the auditorium quickly. No one noticed him. He came to the corridor alone, but when he walked to an uninhabited corner, behind a suit of armor, a bear cookie was smashed.

come out.

Malfoy pulled out his wand.

"Who's behind that?"

He pointed his wand at the armor and asked sharply.

Just as he was asking this question, a house elf walked out from behind the armor. He was wearing a black dress and looked very clean.

"Master Malfoy."

That's what he called Malfoy.

When Draco heard this title, he looked at the house elf again for a while, and then he couldn't help but tentatively said: "Dobby?"

"Please call me Mr. Dobby."

Dobby repeated: "Call me Mr. Dobby, and I call you Master Malfoy, so you have to call me Mr. Dobby. I respect you and you respect me!"

Malfoy felt ridiculous, not just because he saw his lost house elf here again.

More importantly, what this elf said was obviously beyond his imagination. It was extremely surprising that he was wearing a formal suit, but he actually called himself Mr. Dobby.

Dobby, sir?

Malfoy looked around and found that no one was here, and he frowned.

"Who is your current master?"

"Dobby has no master, Dobby is a free elf!"

Dobby said again, "Dobby was entrusted by others to help you."

"A commission from someone else?"

"Help me?"

Malfoy felt ridiculous. He looked at Dobby and said: "Who entrusted you to it, and what trouble am I in?"