Chapter 1071： visitor

  Chapter 1071 Visitor

  The subsequent development of the expulsion of Peeves was a bit unexpected. The Ministry of Magic's intervention in Hogwarts was not as intense as expected. It could even be said that there was no interference at all, as if the Ministry of Magic had completely forgotten about Hogwarts.

  Without the disgusting toad, Hogwarts has regained its vitality.

  The originally arrogant and domineering investigation and operation team became the target of everyone's revenge after losing Umbridge's asylum. It is said that they were found in the bathroom the next day.

  Although the expulsion of Peeves turned into a farce, it still had an impact. During the protection of magical creatures class, everyone suddenly discovered that Hagrid was missing.

  Many students believed that Hagrid's disappearance had something to do with Umbridge, because a group of Aurors were lying at the school gate that day.

   The whole incident was soon rumored that the Ministry of Magic wanted to arrest Hagrid in private, but Hagrid beat them all to the ground.

  No matter what the result is, it cannot change the fact that Hagrid is missing.

  The three of Harry even approached Albert because of this, but they were dismissed by Albert with "Hagrid is temporarily hiding".

  Albert knew where Hagrid was hiding, but he didn't intend to tell the three of Harry, anyway, it was useless to tell them, and they couldn't help.

   During Umbridge's hospitalization, Professor McGonagall, as the vice-principal, could only help with the aftermath. She wrote to invite Wilmina Graplan to teach the care of magical creatures class on temporary agents.

The most talked about thing is the statue of Umbridge in the foyer. Many Hogwarts students will stop in front of the statue. Everyone is curious whether the statue of the toad will be left here for people to use. appreciate. If that is the case, future freshmen can learn about the great achievements of the "toad" principal through the statue.

   Not long after, a student stumbled across signs of wizarding activity on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest while taking a class on the protection of magical creatures.

  Later, Professor Graplan confirmed that those wizards were actually Ministry of Magic employees.

  What are employees of the Ministry of Magic doing in the Forbidden Forest?

  The school began to spread the hidden secrets hidden in the Forbidden Forest, and even many Aurors of the Ministry of Magic went deep into the Forbidden Forest to find that thing.

  The news became more and more crazy. It didn't take long for everyone to know. It was even rumored that Dumbledore had hidden a secret weapon in the Forbidden Forest.

   What exactly is hidden, no one knows, but they all firmly believe that there is a big secret in the Forbidden Forest.

  However, to Albert's disappointment, the Ministry of Magic didn't seem to plan to go deep into the Forbidden Forest, let alone fight with the Acromantula, otherwise the Aurors probably wouldn't let the students discover their whereabouts.

   "Mr. Anderson, Professor McGonagall asked you to go to the office." A young girl hurried over to convey Professor McGonagall's message to Albert.

   "What's the matter?" Albert asked in surprise.

   "It seems that an official from the Ministry of Magic is looking for you." The girl said shyly.

   "I see, thank you." After Albert thanked the little girl, he packed his things and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.

  When he arrived in the corridor outside Professor McGonagall's office, Albert encountered a group of people eating melons. These guys were eavesdropping on the conversation in the office with the help of telescopic ears.

   Albert greeted them with a smile, then pushed the door into Professor McGonagall's office. In addition to Professor McGonagall, there was also a familiar stranger, whom Albert had met several times, Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic.

   "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Scrimgeour has something to ask you." Professor McGonagall introduced the Ministry of Magic official to Albert.

  Albert nodded to Professor McGonagall, pulled out his wand and cast a distraction spell on the wooden door, then turned to look at Scrimgeour, and asked, "What's the matter?"

   "You are very suitable to be an Auror." Scrimgeour forced a kind smile.

   "Not interested, tell me, what can you do with me." Albert didn't intend to go around in circles, and Scrimgeour's smile was very scary.

   "They say you are a fortuneteller." Scrimgeour looked Albert up and down.

   Albert gave a noncommittal "hmm" and asked directly, "What do you want to divination?"

   "The whereabouts of the escaped Death Eaters." Scrimgeour explained his reason for coming.

   "One thousand, I will give it to Garen after the prophecy is over, and I will not refund the money here." Albert said his offer, and the high divination fee made Professor McGonagall doubt his ears, which was simply stealing money.

   "I will give you a reward of 1,000 Galleons for providing clues to apprehend the fugitive." Scrimgeour nodded in agreement. Anyway, providing clues and catching criminals is also a reward of 1,000 Galleons.

"No, I think you're mistaken. I'm not providing you with clues to wanted criminals, but providing you with a prophecy service. One thing is one thing." Albert corrected, "Also, provide information to the Ministry of Magic. There is still a question mark as to whether the reward of one thousand Galleons for clues to arrest fugitives will be obtained. The Ministry of Magic denied my bounty last time, so don’t mention the bounty to me. It sounds disgusting. Now if You need me to make a prophecy for you, please pay 1200 Galleons first."

   Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows slightly, but he wasn't offended by it. He had heard about that incident, and he probably didn't have any good impressions of the Ministry of Magic.

   "It seems that we need to talk!" Scrimgeour looked sideways at Professor McGonagall.

   "I'm just outside, call me if you need something." Professor McGonagall reminded with a frown.

   "Don't worry," Albert comforted with a smile.

   "Can you really predict the future?"

   After Professor McGonagall left, Scrimgeour asked curiously.

   "If you don't believe me, then why did you come to me?" Albert asked back.

"Everyone says you can prophesy, but some things are hard to believe until you see them with your own eyes." Scrimgeour made a gesture of invitation, motioning for Albert to sit down and chat, and he waved his wand to conjure himself A cup of black tea, not because he was stingy and didn't prepare a drink for Albert, but because he knew that Albert probably wouldn't touch the drink he prepared.

"That's right. I can understand that there are very few wizards who can really peep into the future." Albert waved his wand, changed himself a cup of milk tea, and sat down opposite Scrimgeour, "However, you don't need to worry, I will make a prediction before giving money, and when you see the result of the prediction, you will naturally have no doubts."

   "It was you who sent me the radio, right, and Azkaban escape time?"

   Scrimgeour took a sip of black tea, looked at Albert sharply: "Actually, you know that I will take the initiative to find you, or you have foreseen this day coming a long time ago."

   Albert neither admitted nor denied, just drinking tea quietly.

   That was enough for Scrimgeour, because sometimes silence meant acquiescence.

   "The mysterious man is really resurrected?" Scrimgeour asked suddenly.

   "I thought you didn't believe it." Albert said meaningfully.

   "Unbelief is sometimes an attitude." Scrimgeour said rather annoyed: "Dumbledore directly announced this matter and made a mess of the wizarding world. He should..."

   "Indeed," Albert looked at Scrimgeour, and asked with a smile, "is it useful to discuss?"

   Scrimgeour didn't answer. If the discussion was really useful, it wouldn't be like this at all.

   "Dumbledore is different from you, so he is greater than most people." Albert sighed softly.

   "Great?" Scrimgeour obviously disapproved.

   "I don't think there is any need to beat around the bush. If you want to know anything, just ask. But..." Albert reminded kindly, "This consultation will cost money."

   "I thought you were not short of money." Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows.

   "I'm not short of money, but some things don't mean free, and sometimes free things are more expensive." Albert said meaningfully.

   Scrimgeour took out a small bag of money from his pocket and put it directly in Albert. He had asked Percy something about Albert before he came, so he was prepared. If he wanted to get the news he wanted, the money would be unavoidable.

   "Do you know where the mysterious man is hiding?"

   "The Ministry of Magic wants me to divination his hiding place?" Albert asked back.

   "Yes." Scrimgeour nodded.

  If he really becomes a minister, it is inevitable to increase prestige by attacking dark wizards.

   "I advise you not to." Albert shook his head and said

   "Why?" Scrimgeour asked puzzled, "You can't find the mysterious man."

   "Even if you know, it's useless. The gap in strength lies there. Even if the Ministry of Magic summons all the Aurors, he won't be able to keep him." Albert guessed what Scrimgeour wanted to do.

   "So, you know."

   "It should be possible to divination, but there are some things you have to try to know." Albert naturally knew where Voldemort was hiding, and he was indeed planning to throw the Auror over to mine, but not now.

   "So, you were able to find it?"

   Scrimgeour felt more and more that the guy in front of him was weird, and he seemed to know a lot.

   "Do you know **** him for good? I mean You-Know-Who?"

   "You have to ask Dumbledore about this. The person who knows the Mysterious Man best is always his enemy." Albert said calmly, "However, I don't think Dumbledore will tell you."

   "What did Dumbledore hide in the Forbidden Forest?" Scrimgeour continued to ask.

   "Aren't you looking for it?" Albert asked back.

   "Not found." Scrimgeour shook his head.

   "That's really regrettable." There was no regret on Albert's face.

"you do not know."

   "A fortuneteller is not omnipotent." Albert shrugged, "And, are you really interested in this matter?"

Scrimgeour fell silent again. He was really not interested in this matter, so the Aurors were actually "lazy", and no one was looking for it seriously. Today is the third day, and he plans to call it a day and go back to tell Fudge about the clues. Little did not find.

   "Who will be the next new minister?" Scrimgeour's eyes shone with a strange light.

   "It seems that you really want to be a minister?" Albert looked Scrimgeour up and down, shook his head and said, "That's not a good position."

   Scrimgeour remembered a certain report he had read.

   "Who?" Scrimgeour pushed the bag of Galleons in front of Albert.

"If Amelia Bones doesn't die, she will be the new minister. If she dies, you will be." Albert took the bag of Galleons and reminded: "Even if you become the new minister, you will be the new minister." It's not long, and are you really ready?"

  The office fell into dead silence again, and Scrimgeour suddenly cracked his lips and said with a smile: "This sounds like something a liar would say."

   "If you really think so, I can't help it." Albert shrugged, "I never expect to be able to convince everyone."

Scrimgeour fell silent again, although he was reluctant to admit it, but Scrimgeour didn't want to die, and Percy told him that Anderson's prediction was very accurate, just like Albert once said that he would become the assistant to the Minister of Magic after graduation .

   "If Amelia Bones hadn't died..."

"Amelia Bones has a high chance of dying. I reminded her about it, but she didn't take it seriously. However, to You-Know-Who and Death Eaters, Amelia Bones Ens is in the way." Albert said softly, "Since it's in the way, just kick it away or make it disappear."

   After Scrimgeour fell into a brief silence again, he suddenly asked, "Have you predicted my ending? Or have you predicted the future."

   "I know what you're thinking." Albert interrupted softly, "The mysterious man has become more brutal, and he actually plotted against the high-level Ministry of Magic?"

  In the last Wizarding War, although there were similar examples, but not many, otherwise old Batty would have been killed by Death Eaters.

   "Actually, you have been ignoring one thing." Albert put down his teacup and said with a smile: "In the face of absolute power, your power is not worth mentioning at all."

   "What do you mean?" Scrimgeour's expression became ugly.

   "In the eyes of the mysterious person, the entire Ministry of Magic is nothing compared to Dumbledore." Albert said with a smile, "Don't be angry, I'm just stating the facts."

   "What do you want to say?"

"The whole of England lives under the protection of Dumbledore, and you guys actually want to dig through this layer of protection." Albert had an unconcealable sneer on his face: "Once you lose Dumbledore, the most powerful person in the magic world, you will be defeated." Strong wizard protection, the British Ministry of Magic will completely collapse within six months at the latest, and your death, I suspect it has something to do with it."

   "This is impossible!" Scrimgeour immediately shook his head in denial.

  He is not an idiot like Fudge, even if he doesn't like Dumbledore, he will never make the relationship between the two parties too rigid.

"Who knows? The future can be changed, but it takes a lot of effort to change. If you really become the new minister, I think we will meet again." Albert said meaningfully: " If you are willing at that time, before that, you need to recognize the situation and your own strength."

   Scrimgeour fell into a brief silence again, because Albert's words seemed to indicate the final result.

  Amelia Bones is dead and Scrimgeour is the new minister.

  For some reason, Scrimgeour just couldn't be happy.

  Even if he didn't want to admit it, he was still in a bad mood.

   "Is there any way?" he asked.

   "I don't know." Albert said softly, "I'm looking forward to meeting next time."

   "What a... annoying guy." The corners of Scrimgeour's mouth twitched slightly, and he got up and left.

  (end of this chapter)