This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Chapter 531: Scrimgeour's Faith

Knowing the dark side that the Ministry of Magic doesn't know, they are confident that they can solve the problem quietly and provide clues when the Ministry of Magic's investigation is in trouble.

No matter what the two mysterious wizards are planning, their actions are undoubtedly a satire on the Ministry of Magic's ability.

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The evil that has grown under their noses has to be solved by outsiders who don't know the details.

What's more ironic is that all the clues obtained by the Ministry of Magic were deliberately released.

As the director of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour had to feel ashamed of this.

If the Ministry of Magic can properly manage Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End, this incident can be quickly calmed down even if it happens.

Now not only are they being led by the nose, but they also have to face doubts from the magic community and the international community.

"Take them all to the interrogation room!" He took a deep look at Tonks, and then personally took the eldest son of the Rawl family back.

The 53 witch scums were desperate when they woke up.

Just thrown out of hell by the devil, and then met another group of devils.

"Name."

"S-Slade Rowe."

"Why did you appear near the entrance of the Ministry of Magic?"

"I-I can't say."

Scrimgeour grabbed Slade's collar roughly, "Do you want to try the feeling of being demented?"

"No--" Slade trembled and lifted his sleeves.

There were three shallow scars on his arms that looked like they were burned by hot iron wire.

"We were all forced to make an unbreakable oath.

Whether we actively or passively reveal our names and appearances, reveal any physical characteristics, or identify those two wizards, we will die on the spot if we break the oath."

There was no need to explain it specifically, Scrimgeour also knew the effect of magic.

Extracting related memories would kill you, drinking Veritaserum and asking questions would kill you, and being subjected to Legilimency would also kill you.

With such meticulousness, the two mysterious wizards even knew the bottom line of the Aurors.

"Tell me why you went to that bar."

Sitting down again, Slade's body trembled again.

Scrimgeour drew out his wand and pointed it at his forehead.

"You'd better cooperate with me. This does not violate the oath between you and them."

Slade stopped trembling, "I-I understand."

13 years ago, the Rowle family paid almost all of their wealth to buy an "indulgence".

13 years later, they can no longer afford to buy another one.

All the faults are caused by his Death Eater father.

The Rowle family, once high and mighty, is now in decline and struggling to survive in Knockturn Alley.

What if they escaped the trial?

Without the wealth accumulated by the family for generations, their bottom line will only get lower and lower.

Throw away the useless dignity of pure-blood wizards and the glory they were once proud of.

They associate with dark wizards and gradually degenerate into one of them.

But even if they throw away many things, some things can never be thrown away.

Slade always believes that the pure-blooded Rowle family can return to the top.

So, why can't he find a sense of superiority in the low-blooded Muggles?

"That was a girl, I swung her around like a rag doll.

Break her arms, roll her into a ball, even if her neck is broken, she won't die as long as she has a breath."

Scrimgeour loosened his clenched fists slightly, "How many times have you been there?"

"About-" Slade, who was excited, suddenly closed his mouth.

"Why, weren't you very excited just now?"

"I-I just went there a few times."

The once proud Rawl family is really degenerate, trying to lie to lie to avoid the punishment it deserves.

"We will find out." Scrimgeour stood up with a cold expression,

"Remember, everyone must pay the price for the mistakes they made."

He closed the door of the interrogation room and nodded slightly to Kings who had been waiting outside for a long time.

"Director, Minister Fudge wants to see you."

"I'll go now."

Bringing a few confessions that had just been interrogated, Scrimgeour sat opposite Fudge without saying a word.

He took a general look when he came.

The reasons of the scum customers are varied, but they all have many things in common.

The most obvious is pure-blood supremacy.

Whether they are half-blood or pure-blood, they all look down on the "inferior" Muggle-borns.

And in their eyes, Muggles are not even as good as some weak magical creatures.

"A bunch of self-righteous poor bastards!" Fudge slammed the desk heavily,

"Supplement the evidence as soon as possible, we can't be passive all the time."

Scrimgeour collected the confession with a complicated expression, "What about the two mysterious wizards?"

Fudge hesitated for a moment, "Rufus, do you have the confidence to find them within a month?"

"No, but I will try my best."

"Okay, let's do it this way for now."

The longer the time drags on, the more embarrassed the Ministry of Magic will be.

If they can't find them after a month, use other methods to reduce the impact.

Attack?

Kidnapping?

Is the testimony of the residents of Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End credible?

It's just a temporary stop to dig for the truth, which doesn't mean they can escape the court's trial.

But from Scrimgeour's helpless eyes, this belief that he has adhered to for most of his life seems to have begun to waver.

……

Wednesday,

The Daily Prophet reported on the current situation of 17 Muggles.

The short stories written by Rita were so tear-jerking that Hermione couldn't even finish the first one and couldn't stand it anymore.

What kind of Muggle aristocratic son-in-law, what kind of Muggle rich business lady.

Familiar exaggerated associations, familiar fabrications.

She hoped that the big reporter could calm down tomorrow, and even if he couldn't, he would give some updates on the Ministry of Magic's latest developments.

With strong curiosity, I changed places with Neville in the first Charms class.

Vincent, who was studying seriously, pretended not to see her wink.

When Sam borrowed the mithril suitcase the night before yesterday, he had always felt that something would happen.

Even though he returned it yesterday, he still felt a little unreliable.

[Don’t worry, I am the most professional Auror in North America. No one knows that we did it——]

This is the state of being ready to run away.

After all, they were blessed by an unbreakable oath, and the scarred hands were the two they were pretending to be.

The witch scum don't know, Tash only knows part of it.

By the time she managed to convince herself, Hermione was already irritated and staring at her sore eyes.

"I've been at school all day, who knows when Fudge plans to announce the news."

"Ho ho—" Her sneer sounded like a person's.

Yes, it was the professor of the second Potions class, Severus Snape.