Chapter 1128

Pansy suddenly found that in Marcus Flint's letter, what she needs to care about may not be Marcus's intention.

Because compared with Marcus, who she is not familiar with, the performance of eluli, who has just known each other for a short time but has been more in-depth than the former, can obviously become the benchmark for her to choose how to reply.

"Eluli... Why did she tell Marcus about my relationship with her? What good would it do her? If the flints knew..."

At the thought of this, pansy immediately felt very confused. Only after seeing the quick wit of eluli many times, she didn't think the other party would make such a low-level mistake.

So what happened after Emily returned to flint's house?

The more he thought, the more pansy realized that Marcus's letter could not be answered easily. Even after she came back from her walk, she still thought about it until she went to the auditorium for dinner.

However, compared with pansy's dilemma, what Maka needs to consider at present is much more complicated.

In the face of the role of the Basilisk in halbo and Martin's actions after that, the accident of iluli's imprisonment can only be regarded as a personal problem derived from the plan.

Of course, since pansy has made the water muddy, it is difficult for Maka to start here, and Haier Bo will certainly fall into the same situation.

And like this situation where both sides are inconvenient to move easily, it is equivalent to Maka standing on the bright side has more advantages.

So now he doesn't have to worry.

"What's the situation?"

At breakfast time, as soon as Marca saw pansy's changing expression in her meditation, she knew that the Slytherin girl must have encountered some problems again.

But soon he took his eyes back and didn't distract himself from pansy.

Because

"Maka, I heard that you are going to have an exclusive interview with the prophet daily with the Minister of magic, scrimger?"

I don't know where Slughorn got the news. It was just decided yesterday afternoon. The fat old man already knew it.

It has to be said that once people live for a long time, they will naturally know more and more people, not to mention the guy like Slughorn who especially likes to run the social circle.

"Yes! There was an interview in the conference hall of the Ministry of magic."

Maka turned her head and smiled at Slughorn.

"If it weren't for the professor, you'd have to teach the students on time. I'd like to ask you to join me - I know you're good at guiding public opinion, at least more persuasive than young people like me!"

"Oh!" the old man laughed, "it's all right. It's enough for you to have this heart!"

However, Maka had to shake it secretly.

Slughorn is certainly "good at making a splash", but if it's something that needs to take risks, the fat old man may not be interested.

So, if Marca told him that the subject of this interview was actually likely to be watched by some people... Slughorn might not even have time to hide!

……

As mentioned earlier, the Ministry of magic has now entered a state of martial law, and almost everyone has to undergo a fairly strict set of checks in and out.

But even so, skinger was still not at ease.

After all, the disappearance of prisoners in the dungeon is not big, but it also represents the omission of the defense force of the Ministry of magic. This situation of letting others come and go freely is obviously not the first time since scrimger took office.

When he thought of the last period when Cornell fudge was minister, because the battlefield between the death eaters and the order of the Phoenix suddenly moved to the Ministry of magic, resulting in chaos in the Ministry, scrimger was very worried that he would face such a desperate situation.

Because of this, when he repeatedly found that something was wrong, he immediately thought out the corresponding countermeasures like a frightened bird.

Unfortunately, as the Minister of magic, he is obviously lacking in talent.

When he couldn't think of a reason, he had to take up his old business and show his skills when he was the head of Auror's office.

Therefore, in fact, he and Kingsley jointly formulated the current security inspection process and the duty plan throughout the Ministry.

On the other hand, such things as "accepting an exclusive interview with the prophet daily" were actually the ideas given by Maka when she answered Kingsley's letter.

That morning, slinger came to his office very early, and then began to wonder which one of Maka and the reporter would come first.

Not far from schlinger's desk, Kingsley sat on the sofa face to face with the Secretary of the minister. Neither of them knew what to say.

Kingsley naturally knows what Maka thinks. He even knows that Maka puts forward the real purpose of this interview.

However, it was obvious that he was neither necessary nor possible to disclose these things to slinger.

As for the Secretary of the minister opposite Kingsley, he had nothing to say, because even the minister, scrimgeor, was still worried about the Ministry of magic... Or, in other words, about his future.

"McLean... Hasn't he arrived yet?"

During this period, scrimgeor dared not open the line connecting the Ministry of magic in the flying network at will, so neither Maka nor the reporter would come directly from the fireplace in his office. Unable to find Maka's arrival at the first time, scrimgeor had to ask the outside again and again whether he had arrived.

"I'll ask again..."

Although this is the third time scrimgeor has asked this question, Kingsley did not remind or complain, even if he had to get up again to understand the situation for him.

But before Kingsley got up this time, he was stopped by the Secretary of the minister opposite.

"I'll come and go this time! Shaker, it's more reassuring for him to be here with Mr. schlinger than for me to stay here."

After whispering a word to Kingsley, he nodded at scrimger and turned to the door.

"... in fact, if Jim is here, I can rest assured."

Slinger watched his top secretary leave the office. After the other party went out, he turned his head and said in the direction of Kingsley.

Kingsley had to shrug helplessly when he heard the speech.

"You should say this when he can hear it!"

"Oh... I think so."

Slinger blinked in amazement, then picked up the teacup at hand and took a big sip. He didn't even care that it had been cold.

To be honest, as the situation in the British magic world becomes more and more uncertain, his minister is really under great pressure. And because he can't think of any countermeasures to relieve the pressure with his brain seeds, now he feels that he can't carry it.

"Shaker, do you think I'm OK like this? Do I look a little listless? If I'm photographed and published in the newspaper, people won't think I'm incompetent for the post of minister?"

As he spoke, scrimgeor couldn't help but pick up the round mirror buckled in the corner of the table and straightened out his hair and clothes in front of the mirror.

Kingsley watched him fooling around there speechless, but it was not that he couldn't understand the other party's pressure - the position of minister of magic, despite its superficial scenery, had a lot of responsibility and pressure, especially in today's uncertain situation.

He had to hesitate at the thought that he might be pushed up by Maka in the future.

However, just as the atmosphere in the office was slightly heavy with scrimger's tossing, several knocks suddenly sounded from the door, making him finally put the round mirror down again.

"Cough..." slinger cleared his throat, and then said in a loud voice, "please come in!"

The door of the minister's office was opened from the outside, and two figures came in from the door. Among them, Jim, the Secretary of the minister who had just gone out, led the way, while behind him was a tall witch.

"Mr. scrimger, nice to meet you," the witch said softly with a reserved smile. "I'm Betty brethwaite, the political and economic columnist of the prophet daily... Oh, because I've just transferred from the international column, you may not have seen me very much. But..."

As she was saying this, she suddenly chuckled again, meaning something:

"I think you must be familiar with my colleague Rita Skeeter, but I have to say that my interview style is completely different from hers. Please rest assured, Mr. Minister."

Her remark was obviously to draw a line with the unscrupulous colleague and let scrimger know that she was not the kind of reporter who could write anything for gimmicks.

However, although slinger can't know what kind of person she is from these words, since she can specially put forward Rita Skeeter for comparison, it may be that she is really a reporter with professional ethics.

"Oh, that would be great!" scrimger immediately stood up and reached out. "Please sit down first! The interview will begin when Mr. McLean arrives."

"Don't worry," said Betty, a female reporter, suddenly pointing at the door behind her. "My photographer is still waiting outside the door. I wonder if Mr. Minister can let him come in and have a rest?"

"Photographer? Of course, of course! Then -"

Before Scrimgeour could finish, he suddenly saw another man outside the door and greeted him briskly:

"Hello, Mr. schlinger... You have a nice tie. Where did you buy it?"