Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

There was another accident in London.

When the incident that the creature that looked like a dementor appeared in the center of the ferry quickly reached Scrimgeour, he was in the same mood as the Muggle Prime Minister who had just learned about it.

"...What are you waiting for! Send someone to deal with it! The Auror Office, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Department of Fantastic Beast Management and Control, let them all move!"

After driving the secretary out of the office, Scrimgeour sat back heavily on the chair, making a soft "crunch".

"Dementor... why is it another dementor?" He frowned and mumbled incomprehensibly, "Aren't all the dementors confined inside the fortress by Azkaban? This time again. Where did it come from..."

As he was talking, he picked up the report form sent by the secretary just now, and hurriedly scanned it-he had listened to the secretary's dictation just now, and he hadn't read it carefully yet!

But not long after, Scrimgeour threw the list to the point, and started thinking about it.

In fact, due to the tight time of the incident, the report was not written in too much detail.But in terms of the most basic appearance, the emergency investigators gave a more vivid description for the first time.

Regarding the description of the monster that suddenly appeared on the streets of London, it was actually just one sentence:

"That's a dementor with'tidy clothes' and red eyes."

Scrimgeour is obviously no stranger to dementors, so he also knows very well that there is no "cleanly dressed dementor" in this world?

Oh, there are too many bizarre things in the magical world, and it seems that it can't be said so dead...So, at least in this sentence, it is safer to add "in the British magical world".

Anyway, Scrimgeour grew up so old, I have never seen that dementor without a broken black cloak!

So, if it wasn't a dementor, what would it be?

Thinking of this, he straightened up, reached out and pressed the metal bell on the table.Before long, someone suddenly rang a crisp bell in the secretary's office on standby.

"Tuk Tuk."

"Come in!"

As soon as Scrimgeour spoke, another minister's secretary, who was different from the previous one, opened the door and walked in, hurriedly to the desk and stood still.

To be honest, this female secretary looked a little younger, with some rustic freckles on her face.She wears a pair of glasses, and a slightly diffident look is hidden behind the thick glass of the glasses.

It seems that this is still a newcomer.

"Adjust and postpone all the remaining appointments today..." Scrimgeour just started speaking, but shook his head again, "Well, after you go out, transfer it to someone else. Your task is to send this to Mar. The hands of Mr. Card McLean."

After that, he picked up the wand that was set aside and tapped the report form on the table.

"Copy into pairs."

A simple spell was spit out from Scrimgeour's mouth, and the report sheet twisted his body abruptly, and then it "jumped" out of it as a copy that was exactly the same.

Scrimgeour picked it up and folded it slightly, then squeezed it into the hands of the young female secretary.

"Um... Freya?"

He probably didn't remember the name of the girl who had just joined the job for a while, so he called out a little uncertainly, but soon he stopped paying attention to these trivial problems.

"Anyway, go! Hurry up-if Mr. McLean says anything, you can bring it back without missing a word."

With such an exhortation, Scrimgeour no longer said anything, but grabbed the original report form, and it was the first female secretary who walked towards the door step by step.

The girl pulled on her slightly tight professional attire, and after Scrimgeour's back disappeared from the outer door, she corrected herself quietly:

"My name is'Freina'..."

...

No matter if the new secretary is called "Freya" or "Freina",

After leaving his minister's office, he immediately walked towards the special elevator on the other side.

Even among the staff of the Ministry of Magic, only a few people are eligible to ride this elevator. It is specifically used to reach the Department of Mystery Affairs on the ninth floor and the dungeon on the tenth floor. There are only floor buttons in it Three.

"Minister!" "Mr. Minister."

In front of the elevator door, the two Aurors on duty saluted him slightly. Scrimgeour, who was in a hurry, just nodded in a hurry, and walked from the fence door they helped to open into the elevator car.

When the fence door snapped back and closed automatically, he poked the button labeled "-9".Suddenly, he felt that the car was suddenly falling down, so fast that he felt blood from all over his body pouring up his forehead.

This feeling is uncomfortable, but the time is short after all.After blinking his eyes twice, the car suddenly stopped moving, causing his face that had just been flushed because of his bloodshot head to become pale again.

"If things were not too urgent, I would rather go and be squeezed into the central elevator!"

At this point, there is no longer an Auror on duty.Scrimgeour opened the fence door by himself, and then Mebu walked to a large round room.

Except for the twelve identical doors, the rest of the surface is covered with black, hard, light-reflecting tiles, and you will immediately feel as if you are surrounded by a mysterious atmosphere. .

The moment Scrimgeour left the elevator, the curved wall of the round room began to turn around.After a while, when the wall stopped moving, the twelve identical doors made people even ignorant of whether they came in through that door.

This is the Department of Mysteries, and Maca had also come in.

Of course, as the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour obviously couldn't be embarrassed by these doors-even he himself would rarely come here.

He took out his wand and chanted a spell lightly, and then he spun the wand in his palm.

"Time Hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the staff pointed firmly to one of the twelve doors, and Scrimgeour walked there without hesitation.

The staff office of the Department of Mysteries is in the Time Hall, and it can only accommodate five special employees of the Ministry of Magic.The employees working here are called "silent people," and they are all super long-term employees who have signed confidentiality agreements. They conduct top-secret research here all year round.

"Professor Crocker...what about the others?"

Scrimgeour didn't talk nonsense when he got here, because he knew that people who worked here didn't like to waste time.For silent people like them, doing research is everything.

"Huh?" The old man who was rummaging by the bookshelf heard the sound and raised his head, "Oh, Mr. Minister... They are all in the planetary room! Didn't you just give us a task?"

"Yeah! But there is a more urgent one now..." Scrimgeour didn't care about the others, and beckoned to Old Crocker first, "Let's take a look at this, what do you think... it will be? ?"

Seeing that he raised the report form, Kroc also put aside his work, came over to Scrimgeour and took the form.

"No photos?"

The old man complained a little bit of dissatisfaction first, then glanced back and forth at the description.But before long, he handed it back to Scrimgeour's hands.

"Although it will probably be related to dementors, who knows what it is? You know, we don't even know the origin of dementors..."

While talking, Old Crocker turned around and walked back, saying:

"Wait for Bode to come out of the planetary room! He is interested in these things, maybe he can help you figure out something useful!"

"Ok!"

Scrimgeour spread his arms, but he could only pull out a chair and sit next to it.

Although he is the Minister of Magic, he still has to abide by the rules here.Except for a few relatively safe rooms, most rooms in this Department of Mystery Affairs are not accessible to anyone, not even ministers.

After all, almost all research projects here are very dangerous for ordinary wizards.

...

While Scrimgeour was still waiting honestly, Freina, the secretary of the newcomer, who worked quite seriously, had already set off.

Regardless of her plain appearance, her whole body exuding a kind of "rustic", she seems a little afraid of life on weekdays, but her heart is full of thirst for stimulation.

As soon as she left the Ministry of Magic, she immediately stepped onto the flying broomstick and cast a phantasm spell on herself, which was obviously a bit crude.

Immediately, she soared into the sky quickly, and at the same time, she lowered her head and glanced at the positioning plate.

"Ok?"

Before she could fly far away, she stared at the positioning plate dumbfounded-she had already entered the registration code of "Maca McLean" for the wand, why didn't she even have half of the positioning point?

Yes, this was actually a small mistake made by Scrimgeour in a hurry.If you change to another secretary with a little qualification, you will naturally choose to take a trip to Hogwarts, and will not cause any trouble to our minister.

It's a pity that Scrimgeour made the mistake this time, but he picked the wrong person.

"What to do...Should I go back to the magic wand registration office and check it again?" Freina hung in the air and muttered to herself with a tangled face, "No, I confirmed with my own eyes just now, the registration code must be correct... "

Suddenly, she thought about it again:

"Then...or else go to Hogwarts? Mr. McLean is very likely to be there...no, no! If you can find him directly to Hogwarts, why would Mr. Minister specially Say you want me to'deliver to Maca McLean'?"

After a long period of trouble, Freina, who was quite self-conscious, seemed to think of something, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"That's right! Didn't I just say that a suspected dementor appeared in central London? Otherwise, just go there and have a look? Mr. McLean, it will definitely be there!"

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