v2 Chapter 19： Scrimgeour's provocation

After the door opened, Scrimgeour limped in.

Scrimgeour was the head of the Auror's office, and he looked sturdy and battle-wounded, not unlike Fudge, who wore a bowler hat and had a big belly.

Nick Lemay walked out, only the two of them were left in the room.

"Son, is your injury better?" Scrimgeour asked concerned.

"I think it's much better." William replied inexplicably.

"Oh... Are you still used to living here?"

William wanted to say that he was not used to it. Who would live in the hospital, but he still nodded. It was obvious that this Auror director was not good at greeting people.

No wonder Fudge was able to take the position, and just in terms of talking to others, he left the director a few streets away.

In times of war, everyone would like this kind of tough wizard to be a minister, but in times of peace, he would never be able to take the position.

The two chatted awkwardly for a while, and Scrimgeour finally got to the point.

"Child, I want to talk to you about that black-robed wizard."

"That's what I want to know too. Has the Ministry of Magic already got the results of the investigation?" William asked casually.

"Oh... No, he's very cunning and powerful, and twenty Aurors haven't caught him."

William shrugged, as expected, if Aurors were so useful, the world would have been at peace long ago.

Skjellin pondered for a moment and asked, "Professor Dumbledore and that... old man, what did they say?"

"Mr Auror, I think you should ask them."

Scrimgeour took two steps: "I know, I know, but the great Dumbledore always has his own plans, doesn't he?

Scrimgeour was a little excited: "If he's the Minister of Magic, I won't say a word, I'll do what I want, and I won't ask a word!

But he wasn't, he didn't want to, he just wanted to stay at the school and be the principal.

The official British government is the Ministry of Magic, not Hogwarts, nor the former Order of the Phoenix.

He doesn't want to be a minister, but we have to be responsible to the UK, otherwise, what do you want me, the Auror director, to do? "

Scrimgeour lowered his voice: "Son, I need something, I need some truth, so I can prepare in advance, just like this time.

If I brought fifty men and laid a trap early, he might not be able to escape, instead of being caught off guard, right?

This is also for the safety of a little wizard like you. You don't want your parents and you to encounter another dark wizard attack, right? "

William laughed dumbly. What the other party said really made sense, at least it occupied the moral commanding heights.

This also reflects one thing from the side. Dumbledore is not the traditional white wizard, nor is he a saint, nor is he an idiot.

He is very conceited, he doesn't believe in the Ministry of Magic, he doesn't believe in the so-called Aurors, he only believes in himself.

And Dumbledore was wise enough to make sure he couldn't go wrong.

William regretted: "Mr. Auror, I don't know much more information than you. You also said 'the great Dumbledore'. What plan does he have? It's impossible to tell me this little wizard."

"Little wizard?" Scrimgeour shook his head. "You are too modest."

He restored William's shattered chair and sat down on it.

"The youngest recipient of the Merlin Medal... Rumors abound!" said Scrimgeour.

"Many people think that you are just lucky, but the traces of destruction on the scene are not something that a little wizard can do.

In order to cover up the Gringotts incident this time, we didn't disclose too many attacks, but those of us who were present knew best about the fighting that day.

Child, you are someone that Dumbledore cares about. He likes you and likes you! "

It sounds like there is nothing wrong with this, but for some reason, William always feels weird.

"So...I think Dumbledore always talked to you about these things...or was it honest?"

Scrimgeour returned to the subject again.

"Sorry, he really didn't tell me anything, and I haven't seen him until now."

"Okay, boy, this is the end of the matter, have you considered working with the Ministry of Magic?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Oh, I mean, do you want to be an Auror? I promise you, you will always come to the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and I can give you a chance in advance to give full play to your talents."

"I know you don't like Umbridge, and I hate that woman. I've driven her away."

William chuckled, he knew that Umbridge was transferred by Fudge, and the two hooked up during the Merlin Medal banquet.

This Auror director is not honest either.

"Sorry sir, I'm twelve years old now. Judging by my age, I don't meet the requirements."

"It's just an apprenticeship, not an official one. During the fall of Mysterious Man, a large number of Hogwarts students, many of whom had just graduated, were specially allowed to join the Aurors.

You are the recipient of the Merlin Medal, and I can accommodate you... Not letting you participate in the battle is just a symbol. Feel the atmosphere first. "

"This experience is an honor, whether you want to take my position or run for Minister of Magic in the future, it will help."

The meaning of wooing in Screelin's words is self-evident. It seems that he wants to establish a good relationship first, and then find out the news.

A very good means, after all, William is just a "child".

"If I want to be an Auror, I will apply for the exam after graduation. Of course, I haven't made up my mind yet. I'd rather study hard, what do you think?"

"Oh, of course, if you need anything, feel free to contact me."

Screyrin was about to persuade, but the door was pushed open, and Hermione walked in with a bottle of potion.

William was taken aback, why is she here?

Hermione looked at Slingjack hesitantly, and UU read in embarrassment and said, "Mr. Auror, Mrs. Lista has instructed that William needs to take medicine and rest at this point."

Hermione gave the boy a look, and he instantly understood, like a fish thrown on the shore, gasped for breath, and said "weakly", "Sorry, my chest hurts again."

"Well, if you need anything, you can ask me for help, the door of the Auror is open to you at any time." Scrimgeour regretted.

"Also, boy, be careful." Scrimgeour suddenly lowered his voice, "Dumbledore obviously knew that the black robe wizard was going to attack Gringotts, otherwise how could Fox come faster than the Aurors?"

William snorted coldly, making a clumsy provocation.

After Skjellin left, Hermione handed the potion, William took it and took a sip.

The disgusting smell in it made him almost vomit.

William seriously suspects that this is the potion that Professor Snape prepared.

However, under Hermione's strict eyes, William could only drink with a frown.

After drinking, Hermione picked up the first grade textbook by the bed, sat down on the chair, and started reading, ignoring him.

It seems that he was still angry and left her behind that day.

However, with the book covering her head, Hermione kept staring at the boy, or supervising his every move.

William was silent.

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