Chapter 910

Something happened in London again.

When the appearance of the Dementor like creature in the ferry center quickly spread to slinger, 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! Auror's office, magic accident and disaster department, and magic animal management and control department, let them all move!"

After driving the secretary out of the office, Scrimgeour sat heavily back in his chair and made a "creak" sound.

"Dementors... How can they be Dementors again?" he murmured with a frown and a puzzled face. "Azkaban has restricted Dementors to the interior of the fortress? Where did they come from this time..."

Just then, he picked up the report form just sent by the Secretary and scanned it in a hurry - he just listened to the Secretary's dictation, and he hasn't looked at it carefully!

But before long, scrimgeor threw the list again and pondered it with his chest.

In fact, due to the urgency of the emergency, the report did not write too much detail. But to say the least appearance, the emergency investigators gave a more vivid description at the first time.

The description of the monster who suddenly came to the streets of London is actually just one sentence:

"That's a Dementor with clean clothes and red eyes."

Slinger is obviously no stranger to Dementors, so he knows very well that there is no "neatly dressed Dementors" in the world?

Oh, there are so many strange things in the magic world. It seems that you can't say so... So it's safer to add "in the British magic world" to this sentence at least.

Anyway, slinger is so big. I've never seen that Dementor without a black cloak!

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

Thinking of this, he straightened up, reached out and pressed the metal bell placed on the table. Before long, there was a clear bell ringing in the waiting secretary's office at any time.

"Dudu."

"Come in!"

As soon as skringer's voice fell, another secretary of the minister, who was different from the previous one, immediately opened the door and came in, hurried to his desk and stood still.

To tell the truth, the female secretary looks a little young and has some rustic freckles on her face. She was wearing a pair of glasses with a slightly timid look behind the thick glasses.

It seems that this is still a newcomer.

"Adjust and postpone the rest of today's appointments..." schlinger just opened his mouth, but shook his head and said, "well, when you go out, you will hand it over to others. Your task is to send it to Mr. Marca McLean."

After that, he picked up the wand that was put aside and gently clicked on the report sheet on the table.

"Copy in pairs."

As like as two peas, a simple spell was spit out from skim's mouth. The report sheet suddenly twisted and then even jumped out of a copy that was exactly the same.

Slinger picked it up, folded it a little, and then stuffed it into the young female secretary's hand.

"Well... Freya?"

He probably didn't remember the name of the new girl for a while, so he shouted a little uncertain, but soon he didn't care about these trivial problems.

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

After such an instruction, Scrimgeour stopped saying anything, but grabbed the original report form, and the first female secretary walked towards the door.

The girl pulled the slightly tight business dress on her body, and only after slinger's back disappeared in the outer door did she quietly correct her way:

"My name is' freina '..."

……

Whether the new secretary's name is "Freya" or "freina", it's a trivial matter for slinger.

After leaving his minister's office, he quickly walked to the special elevator on the other side.

Even among the staff of the Ministry of magic, only a few people are qualified to take this elevator. It is specially used to reach the mystery Department on the ninth floor and the dungeon on the tenth floor. There are only three floor buttons in it.

"Minister!" "Mr. Minister."

In front of the elevator door, two Aurors on duty saluted him slightly. Skinger, who was in a hurry, just nodded in a hurry and walked from the fence door they helped open to the elevator car.

When the fence door automatically bounced back and closed, he poked at the button marked "- 9". At that time, he just felt the car fall down suddenly. With the speed, he felt the blood all over his body gushing up his forehead.

This feeling is uncomfortable, but after all, the time is very short. After blinking twice, the car stopped moving again, causing his face, which had just turned a little red because of the congestion of his head, to turn white again.

"If it weren't too urgent, I'd rather go to the central elevator with others!"

Here, there will be no more on duty Auror. Slinger opened the gate himself, and then Maibu went to a large round room.

Apart from the twelve as like as two peas, the rest of the surface is covered with black, hard and polished tiles, and instantly feel like a mysterious atmosphere.

The moment schlinger left the elevator, the arc wall of the circular room began to rotate. A moment later, when the wall stopped moving, the twelve unique doors could make people not even know that they came in through that door.

This is the mystery department. Maka came in at the beginning.

Of course, as Minister of magic, Scrimgeour obviously could not be baffled by these doors - even he rarely came here to stroll.

He took out his wand and recited the spell. Then he spun the wand in the palm of his hand.

"Time hall."

As soon as he finished, the tip of the stick pointed steadily to one of the twelve doors, and Scrimgeour walked there without hesitation.

The staff office of the Department of mystery affairs is in the time hall, which can accommodate only five distinguished employees of the Ministry of magic. The staff working here are called "silent people", and they are super long-term employees who have signed confidentiality agreements. They conduct top secret research here all year round.

"Professor Crocker... What about the others?"

Slinger doesn't talk nonsense when he comes here, because he knows that people who work here don't like to waste time. For these silent people, doing research is everything.

"Hmm?" the old man who was rummaging around the bookshelf looked up. "Oh, it's Mr. Minister... They're all in the planet room! Didn't you just give us a task?"

"Yes! But now there's a more urgent one..." scrimger waved to old man Crocker first, regardless of others. "Come and see this. What do you think... It will be?"

When Crocker saw him raise the report sheet, he put down his work and came to scrimger to take it.

"No photos?"

The old man first complained a little discontentedly, and then looked back and forth at the description. But before long, he handed it back to slinger.

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

With these words, old Crocker turned and walked back, saying:

"Wait until bode comes out of the planet room! He's interested in these things. Maybe he can help you figure out something useful!"

"All right!"

Slinger stretched out his arms and could only pull out a chair to sit next to him.

Although he is the Minister of magic, he has to obey the rules here. Except for a few relatively safe rooms, the vast majority of rooms in the Department of mysterious affairs are not accessible to anyone, not even the minister.

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

……

While slinger was still waiting honestly, freina, the new secretary who worked very hard, had set off.

Although her appearance was plain and her whole body exuded a kind of "rustic atmosphere", she was more or less afraid of strangers, but her heart was full of desire for stimulation.

As soon as she left the Ministry of magic, she immediately stepped on the broomstick and put a slightly rough magic spell on herself.

Then, she quickly rose into the sky and looked down at the positioning plate at the same time.

"Huh?"

Before she could fly far away, she stared at the positioning disk foolishly - she had just entered the wand registration code of "Marca McLean", but why didn't she even have half the positioning point?

Yes, this is actually a small mistake made by scrimger in a hurry. If you change to other slightly qualified secretaries, you will naturally choose to go to Hogwarts without causing any trouble to our minister.

It's a pity that skringer picked the wrong object for his mistake this time.

"What to do... Should we go back to the wand registry and check it again?" freina hung in mid air and said to herself with a tangled face, "no, I confirmed it with my own eyes just now. The registration code must be right..."

Suddenly, she thought again:

"Then... Or go to Hogwarts? Mr. McLean is probably over there... No, no, it's not right! If you can find him directly at Hogwarts, why did the minister deliberately say that I 'send it to Marca McLean'?"

After a long period of trouble, some smart freina seemed to think of something and suddenly brightened her eyes.

"By the way! Didn't you just say that there was a creature suspected of Dementors in central London? Otherwise, just go there and have a look? Mr. McLean will certainly appear there!"