Chapter 1061： respect

“It’s too difficult to take out things that don’t belong to you from the Gu Ling Pavilion. The goblins will protect their wealth at all costs,” Hermione spread her palms and shook her hands to the outside. Her voice was a little helpless. Way, the goblins have no good feelings for the wizard, and they will never take the initiative to cooperate...Since 1865, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to give the goblin full control of the Guling Pavilion..."

"...There is no conclusive evidence now, and there is no way you can order them to hand over the Horcruxes by administrative means..." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "The Ministry of Magic has never cooperated with goblins, and the goblin liaison office has also Don’t interfere with the behavior of these goblins in Gulingge...The goblins won’t spoil their reputation for the wizard, this is the basis of their foothold...I doubt these stingy guys...if that Bellatrix Lestrange Dare to appear in front of them asking to take out their own things, these things will even secretly inform us to avoid taking things that are not from them from their banks..."

Penello sneered disdainfully: "So you mean-the goblins refuse to cooperate, then don't they destroy the Horcrux?"

"I mean cautious! Do you want to use your usual violent means to force them to surrender the Horcrux? This is absolutely not possible, Miss Krivat, this is no longer a matter for the Dark Lord." Scrimgeour was a little upset , He forcibly endured the emotion of wanting to reprimand Penello, and raised his voice seriously against Penello, sullenly, "Golding Bank is the only wizarding bank in the UK, and today the economy of our magic world is largely It is under the control of the goblins, so they must not act rashly and solve the problem roughly!"

"You came here today and proposed that we should try our best to stop the mysterious people, then let the goblins hand over the Horcruxes, isn't that the way to stop? As a result, just because the goblins are not willing, they chose to give up destroying the Horcruxes?" Penello With a sneer, "Is Voldemort the greatest harm, or the goblin?"

"Miss Krivat! You should have learned the history of magic! Count the two rebellions of goblins in history! Which one did not bring **** and thrilling consequences? This is not your treatment of those black wizards!" See Penello. Indifferently, Scrimgeour seemed to be an angry lion who had left the position and stood up, said snappingly, "Once the third war between the goblin and the wizard is triggered by the fight for the Horcrux, who will bear the consequences? Are you, or the Harris family, who can afford it?"

Penello didn’t give in. She stared at the Auror’s office director with a fierce face: “I don’t think these bully and hard guys can stop anyone! If these fairies face an unreasonable Dark Lord, I think they will soon Will compromise!"

Scrimgeour continued to yell out: "Which Dark Lord is he facing? Is it the third one?!" Scrimgeour only felt a shock in his body. He blinked and shook his head to wake up and found himself At this point has been re-seat.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I am honored that you have come to my brother’s wedding today. I can understand that you rudely broke into my private reception room, because you told me a piece of information you have discovered to fight the dark wizard... "Allen kept stroking Phoenix Anka on his leg so that it didn't get excited," but frankly, you never really wanted to cooperate with me because you were afraid that I would become the third Dark Lord?"

Scrimgeour's tone softened: "...you should be aware that your family's style of behavior has made many people uneasy..."

"I understand..." Allen raised his gaze and watched Scrimgeour nod, while his finger was hooking on Anka's chin and the bird narrowed his eyes comfortably. "You have been driving hard and committed to you My goal has been to achieve today's achievements and status without relying on others for so many years. If it is not forced by the situation, you will not go with those pure blood. If it is not forced by the situation, you will not want to come over today and I make friends...you tell me you want to cooperate with me to support my family...but you have no respect for me, you don’t even want to call my principal...you came to my house on the day my brother got married, just to let I'll help you solve another Dark Lord in your mind..."

Scrimgeour stood up again: "If you have anything to ask you to speak, as long as I can do it without breaking the law..."

"Scriinger...Scriinger..." Allen stood up after putting Anka back on his shoulders. He spread his hands. "Because I know you are a person, I have always given a lot of respect and patience...but in the end What have I done to make you disrespect me so much?"

"Do you think you have anything we look at?" Penello put his hand on his wand. "What do you think you are qualified to talk about with Alan on an equal footing?!!!"

Scrimgeour, who still wanted to talk, suddenly felt his feet suddenly empty and his body began to fall. He lowered his head to find out that the magic called the door to the outside world was opened when he was not knowing when he stood on the ground again. Only then did I find that I had left the reception room and was in the garden of Harris Manor.

In this cluster of flowers, not far away, the voices of the witches talking and laughing came to his ears. The waiter in white served with various food and wine in the garden.

Knowing that he was being escorted off, he sneered and walked a few steps outside the door, but he stopped his body suddenly. He turned back angrily and stared at the second floor. He clenched his fists and closed his lips. He was tight, and his face was blue, and the green muscles around his neck were stretched. He secretly made up his mind that he must stop them, and he must not let Alan Harris do this.

So Scrimgeour began to look in the garden Finally, he saw Dumbledore’s pointed wizard hat shaking back and forth on his head. He quickly walked a few steps in the direction of Dumbledore, he thought To inform the other party of what had just happened in the reception room, since Harris did not accept it, he planned to try to contact Dumbledore — even if he and the White Wizard had been in disagreement for many years.

But without taking a few steps, Scrimgeour stopped, because he approached and found out that on Dumbledore's side, several Phoenix and little wizards had formed a circle-a boy who would never die. Lee Porter didn't know why he sat on the ground, but he could see that he had taken off his glasses and felt a little uncomfortable, rubbing the wizards around his eyes.

Realizing that it was no time to speak at all, Scrimgeour turned around and strode meteorally away from Harris Manor. He planned to make private contact with Dumbledore later.

And Harry, who was surrounded in the middle, was sitting on the ground, and Dumbledore was raising his hand to vacantly attach to Harry's forehead, which made Harry feel that the scar on his forehead was tingling, and Ginny knelt down on him. Harry asked Lean to lean on her, and waved his hand to refuse the kindness of the attendant who was approaching again.

"Harry, how are you feeling now?"

Harry looked up, dizzyingly saw Sirius's anxious face among the people around him. Because he didn't wear glasses, his godfather's face looked a little blurry at this time, and he swallowed. Spit: "Sirius, I'm fine, but suddenly I have a headache."

Ron quickly picked up a glass of butter beer and poured it on his friend, and then he said: "Harry suddenly started to have a headache again. He kept talking in his mouth, talking about what was probably called'Grigovich' 'Guy.'

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