Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

? Pansy suddenly discovered that in this letter from Marcus Flint, what she needs to care about may not be Marcus's intention.

Because compared to Marcus, whom she is not very familiar with, the performance of Eluli, who has just met but had a deeper relationship than the former, is obviously more of a benchmark for how she chooses to reply.

"Illuli... why did she tell Marcus about my relationship with her? What good would it do for her? If the Flint family knew about it..."

Pansy felt very confused when he thought of this.Only after seeing Eluli's wits many times, she didn't think the other party would make such a low-level mistake.

So, what happened after Eluli returned to Flint's house?

The more I thought about it, the more Pansy realized that this letter from Marcus really couldn't be answered easily.As a result, she was still thinking about this question after she came back from a walk until she went to the auditorium to have a meal.

However, compared to what Pansy is embarrassing for, the current Maca needs to consider is much more complicated.

In the face of the two events of Basilisk’s role in Helbo and Martin’s actions afterwards, the accident of Iluli’s imprisonment can only be regarded as a private problem derived outside of the plan.

Of course, since Pansy had already made the water muddy, although Maca was not easy to start, Haierbo would definitely fall into the same situation.

And like this situation where it is inconvenient for both parties to move easily, it is equivalent to standing on the bright side of Maca with some advantages.

So, now he doesn't need to worry.

"What happened to this again?"

At breakfast, when Maca saw Pansina's faintly uncertain expression in his thoughts, he knew that this Slytherin girl must have encountered some problems again.

But soon, he closed his gaze back, and did not distract his attention from Pansy.

because……

"Maca, I heard that you are going to be interviewed by the Daily Prophet with Minister Scrimgeour today?"

I don't know where Slughorn got the news. It was clear that this matter had just been settled yesterday afternoon, and the fat old man actually knew about it.

I have to say that once people live longer, they will naturally know more and more people, not to mention guys like Slughorn who like to run social circles.

"Yes! There was an interview in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic."

Maca turned his head and smiled at Slughorn.

"If it weren't for the professor, you would have to teach the students on time, I would have called you together-I know, you are good at guiding public opinion like this, at least more persuasive than young people like me. Up!"

"Oh!" the old man laughed, "It's okay, it's enough for you to have this heart!"

However, Maca had to shake it secretly.

Slughorn is certainly "good at" things that show up, but if it's something that requires taking risks, the fat old man may not be interested.

Therefore, if Maca tells him that the subject of this interview is actually very likely to be targeted by some people... Slughorn might not even have time to hide!

...

As mentioned earlier, the Ministry of Magic has already entered a state of martial law, and almost everyone in and out has to undergo a set of quite strict inspections.

But even so, Scrimgeour was still not at ease.

After all, the disappearance of dungeon prisoners is not a big deal, but it also represents an oversight by the Ministry of Magic's defense forces.And it was obviously not the first time since Scrimgeour took office that people were allowed to come and go freely.

Thinking of the last period when Cornelius Fudge was the minister, because the battlefield between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix suddenly moved to the Ministry of Magic, the Ministry became chaotic, Scrimgeour was very worried that he would too Facing the desperate situation.

Because of this, when he repeatedly found something wrong with the signs, he immediately pondered the corresponding countermeasures like a frightened bird.

Unfortunately, in terms of his talents as Minister of Magic, he was obviously lacking.

When he couldn't think of a reason, he could only take his old skills and show off his original skills as the head of the Auror office.

So in fact, he and Kingsley jointly formulated the current security check process and the duty plan of various departments.

On the other hand, things like "accepting an interview with the Daily Prophet" were actually Maca's ideas when he wrote back to Kingsley.

In the morning, Scrimgeour came to his office very early, and then he began to wonder which one would come first, Maca or the reporter.

Not far from Scrimgeour's desk, Kingsley sat face to face with the secretary of the minister on the sofa, neither of them knew what to say.

Kingsley naturally knew Maca's thoughts. He even knew that Maca's real purpose for this interview.

However, it was clear that he neither needed nor could he disclose these things to Scrimgeour.

As for the secretary to the minister opposite Kingsley, he has nothing to say, because even Minister Scrimgeour is still working for the Ministry...or rather, worried about his future. .

"McLean... isn't there yet?"

Since Scrimgeour did not dare to open the line connecting the Ministry of Magic in the Floo network at will during this period, neither Maca nor the reporter would come directly from the fireplace in his office.With no way to discover Maca's arrival in the first place, Scrimgeour could only ask the outside repeatedly whether he had arrived.

"Let me ask again..."

Although this was the third time Scrimgeour asked this question, Kingsley did not remind or complain, even if he had to get up again to find out for him.

But this time Kingsley was stopped by the opposite minister's secretary before he stood up.

"I'll come and go this time! Shaker, you are here to accompany Mr. Scrimgeour, which at least makes him feel more at ease than if I stay here."

After whispering a word to Kingsley, he nodded at Scrimgeour, then turned to the door.

"...Actually, if Jim is there, I can rest assured."

Scrimgeour watched his top secretary leave the office, and after the other party went out, he turned his head and said so in the direction of Kingsley.

Hearing this, Kingsley shrugged helplessly.

"This sentence, you should say it when he can hear it!"

"Oh...I think so."

Scrimgeour blinked in a daze, then took the teacup beside him and took a big sip, even if it had already cooled down.

To be honest, as the situation in the British magical world becomes more and more uncertain, the pressure on his minister is indeed great.And because he couldn't think of any countermeasures to relieve the pressure with his brain, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Shackle, do you think I'm okay like this? Wouldn't it seem a little awkward? If I was photographed and published in the newspaper, the people would not think I was no longer competent for the post of minister?"

While talking, Scrimgeour couldn't help picking up the round mirror buttoned upside down on the corner of the table again, and straightened up his hairstyle and clothes in front of the mirror.

Kingsley watched him silently working in there, but it was not that he could not understand the pressure of the other party. The position of Minister of Magic, regardless of the appearance, the responsibility and pressure are really not small, especially in the current uncertainty. Under the situation.

Thinking that he might be pushed to the top by Maca in the future, he also had to start to hesitate.

However, just as the atmosphere in the office became a little heavier with Scrimgeour's tossing, a few knocks sounded from the door, making him finally put down the round mirror in his hand.

"Ahem..." Scrimgeour cleared his throat, and then said loudly, "Please come in!"

When the voice fell slightly, the door of the minister's office was opened from the outside, and two figures walked in from outside the door.Among them, the secretary of the minister, Jim, who walked in the front to lead the way just recently went out, and behind him was a tall witch.

"Minister Scrimgeour, it's nice to see you," the witch said with a reserved smile, in a gentle tone, "I'm Betty Braithwaite, a political and economic columnist for the Daily Prophet. ...Oh, because I just turned over from the international column, you may not have seen me much. But..."

While she was talking, she suddenly chuckled again, meaningfully:

"I think you must be very familiar with my colleague Rita Skeeter, but I have to say that my interview style is completely different from her. Please don't worry about this, Mr. Minister."

What she said was obviously to draw a line between her unscrupulous colleague, and let Scrimgeour know that she was not the kind of reporter who could write anything for the sake of a gimmick.

It’s just that although Scrimgeour hasn’t been able to tell what kind of person she is from these few words, since she can deliberately put Rita Skeeter as a comparison, maybe she really has a career. The ethical reporters are also unknown.

"Oh, in this case, that would be great!" Scrimgeour immediately stood up and gestured, "Please sit down first! When Mr. McLean arrives, this interview can begin."

"No hurry," the female reporter Betty saw this, and suddenly pointed to the door behind her. "My photographer is still waiting outside. I wonder if Mr. Minister can let him come in and rest?"

"Photographer? Of course, of course! Then--"

Before Scrimgeour could finish speaking, he saw another person walk in suddenly outside the door and greeted briskly here:

"Hello, Mr. Scrimgeour... You have a good tie. Where did you buy it?"

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