The card draw starts in Azkaban

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A few hours later, Ms. Bernsch knocked on Scrimgeour's door.

She looked at Scrimge sitting on the office chair and was startled.

"What's wrong with you, Rufus?"

Seeing Scrimgeour's appearance, Ms. Bernsch stretched out her wand, "Do you mind if I use some magic? On you?"

"Of course I don't mind, Ms. Bernsch, I trust you won't hurt me, right?"

As Scrimgeour spoke, he looked directly at Ms. Burnsch.

Ms. Bernsch tilted her head and said: "Of course, you can always trust me on this, Rufus."

She said, Ms. Bernsch used her wand to lightly tap Scrimgeour's face. Immediately, the scars on Scrimgeour's face quickly improved.

In the end, not even a scar was left.

"Brilliant magic, Ms. Burnsch."

Du Wei said.

"Don't blame yourself too hard, Rufus, it's not your fault."

Ms. Bernsch did not return his compliment, but comforted Scrimgeour.

She heard that her favorite general had not appeared in front of everyone for a day, so she came to Scrimgeour's office in person and saw Scrimgeour with blood still coming from his forehead.

To be honest, she was a little worried. She was afraid that her beloved general would be ruined because of this incident.

This is what she doesn't want to see.

She doesn't have many comrades left.

She thought Scrimgeour was punishing herself.

This is not a good thing.

Whether from a public or personal perspective, she did not want Scrimgeour to do anything, so Ms. Burnsch comforted Scrimgeour worriedly.

Scrimgeour touched his forehead, and after realizing that nothing was wrong, he stood up and said, "It was just an accident, Ms. Bernsch.

Do you think I’m the kind of coward who hurts himself when encountering difficulties and hides in the office, afraid to go out?”

Scrimgeour said as he fished a bottle of wine from under his desk and poured a glass for Ms. Bernsch.

"Would you like some, ma'am?"

"certainly."

Ms. Bernsch said.

This witch, who has always been strong, also looked embarrassed at this time.

She also has a headache.

Being the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department is completely different from being the Minister of Magic.

Ms. Burnsch's character, and her supporters, make it impossible for her to turn the Ministry of Magic into a one-word institution.

If you choose democracy, you will definitely be constrained by those old wizards.

This is also a headache for her.

Nothing in this world is perfect. If you want to gain something, you always have to lose something.

The difference is that some people lose a lot, and some people only lose a little something.

Touching the drink lightly with her upper lip, Ms. Bernsch put down the glass and said: "One thing, Rufus, about Kalf."

"I know you let him go, Ms. Bernsch."

Dewey Jones said.

"Yes, I let him go. From the day after tomorrow, you will be the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic."

Ms. Bernsch hesitated to speak.

She felt a little sorry for Scrimgeour. She clearly knew that the things she did were not in compliance with the regulations.

"Go on, ma'am."

Du Wei asked, raising his glass to the other party in the distance.

He knew that things would not be that simple. Ms. Bernsch obviously still had something to say, even though he had already known what Ms. Bernsch would say.

What else can be said.

After the death of Barty Crouch Sr., the position of Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation has been coveted, but has never been implemented.

Now this position has fallen to Pierce Sinnix.

"A pleasant surprise, for that wallflower, isn't it?"

Duwei said, half lying on his chair, in an extremely impolite manner. Ms. Bernsch did not feel angry because of Scrimgeour's attitude.

She crossed her arms, picked up the wine glass, and said, "Yes, but we don't have much choice, do we?

What do you think about this matter, Connelly's matter?"

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

Duwei responded to him.

In fact, he thinks Arthur Weasley would be great as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

He has always done a good job in connection.

Slick enough and very smart.

But Bernsch didn't ask, so he didn't answer the question.

He looked directly into Ms. Bernsch's eyes and said what was happening: "What can be a more straightforward way than to tell them their fear with blood?

Capture the Death Eaters and hang them from the mast!

Tell others, this is what you will get for daring to be a Death Eater!"

Duwei hit the table hard with his hammer. Ms. Bernsch looked at him with surprise in her eyes.

She considered it for a moment, took a sip of wine, and said hesitantly: "Isn't this a little too much, a little too radical?"

The original intention of the establishment of the Ministry of Magic was for the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. All the Ministry of Magic in the world were born because of this fundamental law.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic has been defined as defense from the beginning.

This is tradition.

Scrimgeour was about to overthrow tradition as soon as he opened his mouth. Even Ms. Bernsch, who supported him, began to hesitate.

Dewey Jones was disappointed in her.

"Then tell us the rest, Ms. Bernsch."

He asked Ms. Bernsch if there was something else, and Ms. Bernsch suddenly remembered.

"We intend to rehabilitate Regulus Black. We want to prove that he is not a Death Eater, but that he is a great wizard..."

"Have those old guys finally relented?"

Du Wei asked sarcastically.

Ms. Bernsch choked. This matter was actually part of her condition. For this condition, Kalf would be sent to Azkaban, but he would not implicate anyone.

So after hearing Scrimgeour's words, Ms. Bernsch didn't show any abnormality.

She didn't know what she should say.

He could only take a sip of wine and pretend that he didn't hear anything.

"Then may I have a request?"

Dowey Jones suddenly said.

"Say it."

Ms. Bernsch said that logically speaking, as the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, no matter how upright and honest she is, she has done such an exchange.

She cannot be said to be familiar with these things, but at least she should be aware of them.

However, Ms. Bernsch feels that there is still some gap between what the minister requested in the past and what she does now.

So after hearing Scrimgeour's words, she motioned to Scrimgeour to state his request.

"Can a sculpture of Mr. Regulus Black be erected in the hall of the Ministry of Magic?"

Ms. Bernsch was also stunned for a moment when she heard this.

She put the cup down, looked at Scrimgeour and said, "No, can't, Rufus, can't."

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, there is now only one sculpture.

Magic brothers sculpture.

Also known as, magic is power.

That is, the sculpture with wizards and witches occupying the main positions, with centaurs, house elves, and goblins looking up at them in admiration at their feet, used to whitewash the peace.

Apart from this sculpture, there are no other sculptures. It would be unreasonable for them to openly put the sculpture of Regulus Blake on it now.

"All right."

Scrimgeour said, looking a little regretful. He picked up the hat hanging on the hanger, put it on his head upright, and put on his clothes at the same time.

Wearing a scarf.

"What are you going to do?"

Ms. Bernsch had bad thoughts in her mind. She felt that her subordinate was going to cause trouble for her again.

Of course, she was also afraid that Scrimgeour would really have something against her.

After all, she doesn't have many comrades in the Ministry of Magic left.

There are not many people who can help her.

"Maybe it's a celebration.

After all, I successfully became the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic. This has been my dream for many years, Ms. Burnsch.

Such great news, I’m going out for a drink, do you want to come with me, Minister?”

He said nonchalantly.

Ms. Bernsch turned around and felt that she had thought too much.

It seems that his subordinates have no intention of giving up their choice.

"If that's the case, I can ask for leave for you.

But I can't take too many days off, I still have things to do, Rufus, and I'm afraid I won't be able to go have a drink with you."

"Then I really appreciate you granting me leave, Minister."

Scrimgeour said firmly, his tone a bit stubborn.

Ms. Bernsch smiled helplessly, shook her head, and gave no explanation.

She picked up the wine glass and touched the drink with her upper lip again.

She warned herself not to drink too much, as she would have things to do later.

Scrimgeour closed the door, as if it were no surprise that he should leave Ms. Bernsch alone in his office.

He felt at ease with Ms. Bernsch.

Ms. Bernsch had no intention of leaving here anytime soon. She sat alone in Scrimgeour's office, shaking the wine glass in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

She didn't want to go back to her office. She could totally imagine that her current office should be full of telegrams and owls.

She wanted to have a moment of leisure here.

Even if it's just for a few minutes.

After all, those were a few minutes where no one was making any noise and there were no worries.

…

Hogsmeade.

Pig's Head Bar.

evening.

A place where all three religions and nine schools of thought come to check in.

Today, an uninvited guest came here. After a twist, someone apparated and braved the heavy snow to arrive outside the Pig Head Bar.

"God's Coming"

From the appearance, the Pig's Head Bar does not look like a place where students should come. Firstly, because it is located in a remote place. If you want to come here, you need to find the largest and widest street here. Secondly, you

To know where you should be, start turning, turn into the alley, and see this bar.

at last.

The Pig's Head Bar is called the Pig's Head Bar because there is actually a pig's head at the door. Due to the weather, this pig's head was frozen. It doesn't look very bloody, and you don't have to smell the strong smell of blood inside.

.

The door of the bar opened slightly, and another rich smell came out from inside.

It tastes like mutton.

The pork bar obviously doesn't live up to its name.

Du Wei raised his head and glanced at the two-story tavern, opened the door and walked in!

He saw the masked wizards looking at him!