Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Good evening, Mr. Scrimgeour."

"Oh, yes, good evening! Come in soon..."

Our Mr. Minister's smile still looked rather stiff, which undoubtedly shows that he still has not been accustomed to using a richer expression to deal with those who need him to show kindness.

However, Maca is quite happy about this.Because he thought that if Scrimgeour would smile at him very naturally one day, he would need to pay more attention when facing Scrimgeour again.

It's a pity that once you fully adapt to the position of "Minister of Magic", it means you will face the huge power temptation.

In the future, whether Scrimgeour would regard such an influential wizard as Maca as a potential competitor is unknown.

After all, although his position is surprisingly powerful, the longest interval between elections is only 7 years.

"Mr. McLean, it's a rare thing that you took the initiative to come to the Ministry of Magic. I hope you didn't bring anything..." Scrimgeour greeted as he stood up to meet Maca, "Look at what I said... come, please Sit down! Would you like something to drink?"

Seeing the door opened, Maca at the door put down his knocking hand and walked into the minister's office.

Compared to other rooms, it can be said to be quite spacious, but in fact, there is nothing worth mentioning.Oh, except for the large picture frame hanging on the wall-there are all wizards who have made outstanding achievements in the position of British Minister of Magic.

This is actually similar to the Hogwarts principal’s office...Of course, most of the Hogwarts principals have served for a long time, so it is more than enough to hang every portrait on the wall.

And on the walls of this office, there are not many that can include his own portrait.

"No need to trouble, I came from the bar. I drank enough just now..." Maca sat down casually on the sand on the side and said with a chuckle, "Then, you can rest assured that I will not No bad news came."

"Oh, is it?"

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief at once-originally he was still wondering if something happened again, so that Maca would run over to talk to him in person!

So Scrimgeour also sat down on the sand opposite Maca, and looked at the latter with a trace of doubt.

"Then...Is there anything I can help?"

He can be regarded as busy in his post for a whole day, even in today when everything seems to be back on track, he needs to do not much less.

The pressure from the Dark Lord is gone, but the long backlog of government affairs is not so easy to clear. The documents that require his final ruling can be said to be piled up every day.

It can be seen that the most obvious thing on Scrimgeour's face at this moment is the exhaustion that has nowhere to hide.

"I believe you have a lot of work to be busy, so I'll go straight to the point," Maca looked at Scrimgeour across the coffee table, "I need to visit a prisoner in Azkaban-not long ago, I The alchemy attacker entrusted to you."

Scrimgeour was taken aback when he heard the words, and seemed a little surprised.

"The witch from the African delegation?" He wondered. "She is already being interrogated in the Wizarding Prison of the International Wizarding Federation. You also know about the handover between us and there? Before we leave, you are not. Let the female reporter of the Daily Prophet..."

When Maca saw him mention the old witch, he waved his hand immediately.

"No, it's not her," Maca explained, "I mean the previous one—remember? The bald wizard who attacked during the event, with alchemy tattoos..."

"Oh! Is it him?" Scrimgeour suddenly said, "If you want to go, of course you can! I'll sign a pass for you, and then..."

He said, got up from the sand, turned and walked to his desk.

I saw him flipping through the pile of papers on the desk, probably looking for today's night shift staff table or something, and soon looked up again.

"I'll let an Auror on night shift accompany you. It will be unimpeded when you get there." Scrimgeour said as he pulled out a piece of paper from a paper basket, leaned over and started writing.

Azkaban today is very different from the past.

Voldemort’s control of the dementors caused the Ministry of Magic to no longer fully believe in the monsters, but added wizards who were good at the patron saint to take charge of the outposts; the prison escape caused by Maca caused the Ministry of Magic to add to the cell. Many defensive spells were used to minimize the possibility of prisoners escaping.

Of course, this alone certainly couldn't stop a powerful wizard of Voldemort's level, and Maca who was in front of Scrimgeour right now was naturally the same.

Therefore, after understanding Maca’s intentions, his heart is quite happy-at least Maca did not rush to Azkaban on his own. This is a valuable respect for his Minister of Magic .

...

The former Director of Poker Face in the Auror office was very efficient. It didn’t take long for Maca to pass the only doorway to the island where Azkaban was located in the Ministry of Magic, and walked again. Distance.

The difference from his coming here last time is that this time his hands and feet are not locked in shackles, and the Aurors who came with him will not treat him as a criminal.

In fact, next to him was an acquaintance-Kingsley Shaker, an elite member of the Order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, Maca was walking on the stone road paved with black rocks.In the surrounding barren land, there were no erratic dementors everywhere, only some exposed stones on the ground showed the traces of the sea.

This small island in the North Sea is often hit by violent sea storms. In the worst case, the surging waves can even submerge the entire island.

At that time, the island itself could not be seen, only the towering black stone fortress stood tall on the sea.

"Kingsley, I heard that you might be promoted? The position of the head of the Auror office is not far away?" Maca congratulated as he walked, "Congratulations, busier days are coming."

"Yes, busier days..."

Kingsley's expression couldn't tell whether it was happy or something else, it seemed a little complicated.After a short while, he shook his head, seeming to temporarily set aside the emotion in his heart.

"Don't mention that little thing about me," he glanced at Maca, and jokingly said, "The sinner of the Quidditch World Cup, the benefactor of the British magic world-how does it feel to be here again?"

Maca looked around at the surrounding scenery. As it was long into the night, it was dark and hard to see clearly when he looked into the distance.After taking a few glances, he curled his lips.

"Well, maybe I really miss those dementors..."

The Blackstone Fortress covers a large area, and the two of them basically didn't say a few gossips, but within a few minutes of walking forward, the iron gate under the fortress was already in sight.

Maca still remembers that this heavy door was still completely hung up by hinges before, because no one would have thought that there would be a prison escape.

But to this day, this door finally played its due role, falling firmly in the groove on the ground.

At the door, Kingsley took the initiative to show Scrimgeour's signature document.As the winch rattles and is swung by the wizard on duty inside, the gate slowly rises, allowing Maca and Kingsley to enter the real prison area.

"Oh," Maca's eyes lit up as soon as he got inside, "you know...I only found a little bit of the feeling of revisiting my old place when I got here."

The front courtyard of this Blackstone Fortress is much cleaner than before.The dry black and yellow weeds have been removed, the broken bricks and rocks have all disappeared, and even the cracks on the wall that should have been repaired seem to have been repaired.

If there weren't those wandering dementors, this place could actually be a place for people to come in and live normally-although the thing that Maca missed the most was the group of "cute" dementors.

This time I came to Azkaban to find someone, so Femaka didn't need too much effort.A wizard guarding here accurately led him to the prison door of the old bald man, and even actively helped him drive away the nearby dementors.

"Thank you for opening the lock!" Maca whispered.

The guard glanced at Kingsley, and after the other nodded affirmatively, he drew out his wand and opened the lock on Maca's cell door.

Makara opened the iron door, and there was a piercing "crunch" sound, which made people feel a little sore.

In this prison, the bald head was curled up in a pile of old straw, wearing a dirty prison uniform.The sound of Maca opening the door didn't seem to affect him at all, and it didn't even make him move a little.

"Wake up."

Maca walked to him and squatted down, patted him on the back, but there was still no reaction at all.

If you really want to ask questions, you must find a way to pry open his mouth, but Maca doesn't need him to really speak.

Seeing that this guy was lying on the ground like a dead body, with his back facing him without any intention of moving, Maca directly turned him over with force and opened his closed eyelids.

He came to see this bald alchemist tonight, in fact, just want to confirm whether he had missed anything when he performed the contemplation technique last time.

In the next instant, a large number of memory images flickered in Maca's mind one by one, and his eyebrows became more and more frowning.

It's nothing if you just browse through the memories selectively, but if you screen them in large quantities, it won't be easy for the caster.

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