Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"I put a curse on my name. As long as someone shouts it out, its location will be exposed, unless there is a complex and powerful curse that hides the person's location. The old Dumbledore has always taught him Don’t shy away from this name, they will be caught by us one by one."

"When you catch Potter, call me with the Dark Mark, and I will take care of him. You understand?" The Death Eaters made a soft rustle as they moved.

"Max, you are responsible for controlling the actions of the Ministry of Magic." Hearing these words, Yaxley's eyes were dull. He gritted his teeth and stared at Max bitterly, but he didn't expect that the other party would also look at him. Looking over, it happened to meet the line of sight.Yaxley looked away stiffly. With Max's strength and status, he would never dare to attack face to face. The decision was made by Voldemort, and he could not change the opponent's will, but he was very dissatisfied and did it himself. Everything is prepared, but the results have to be taken away by others.

The anger and frustration rolling in his heart made Yaxley not even notice the existence of the person standing next to him. It wasn't until the whisper with a smile rang in his ear that Yaxley woke up and looked. To Zoe.

"What are you doing?" He thought Zoe was here to show off and asked angrily.

"I just invited you to participate in this operation, Yaxley." Zoe ignored the obvious irritation before him. "You are the one of us who understands this operation the most profoundly, and you should be the person in charge."

"Then are you trying to humiliate me now?" Yaxley clenched his fists.

"On the contrary, I'm giving you a chance to do meritorious service. Think about it, judging by everything you did before, you can still be the most dazzling one now, and you don't have to bear the responsibility for failure." Zoe looked at Yaxley's eyes, "When Scrimgeour is killed, there will be a lot of space in the Ministry of Magic. Are you interested in the position of Director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department?"

She got the expected answer, and her smile became brighter.

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There was not much difference from the expected ending, and the conversation with Harry Potter broke up unhappy.

Scrimgeour pushed open the door of the minister's office sternly, and after taking off his suit, he hung it on the hanger automatically.Documents and other small objects were crowded on the remaining half of the table, and there was a thick pile of paper squeezed in the corner of the table, and most of it leaked dangerously. He rolled up his sleeves and silently looked at half of the table in front of him. The thing—the shiny silver long sword was not in its sheath, and the hilt with rubies the size of an egg made it look more luxurious.

Scrimgeour picked up Gryffindor’s sword. Even though this extremely prestigious treasure has gone through a long period of time, the body of the sword is still shining. Not only is there no rust, but no dust, no one would doubt it. Sharpness, its existence itself is a work of art, a legend.

In Scrimgeour’s eyes, there is nothing more suspicious than trying to give this "public property" to others. The recipient is actually Harry, and the suspicious color revealed in this behavior can no longer be ignored, so With the convenience of delivering things, he intends to test the boy.

There are not a few people in the Ministry who hate Dumbledore, especially the Minister of Magic in power, who hates powerful but uncontrolled wizards. They have never been able to take the initiative in front of Dumbledore, but even he died. After that, the Ministry of Magic couldn't grasp the other party's thoughts. This fact can only be said to be very annoying.

Unfortunately, the effect of the conversation was not good. Harry did not trust the Ministry of Magic, and Scrimgeour could not get more information than his own research. The only possible breakthrough was the physical memory of the golden snitch, but when Potter really When I got it, there was no change.

There is nothing suspicious about a book, a light extinguisher, and a thief. Except for the sword that shouldn’t belong to others, Scrimgeour could not find any clues. He wanted to find out Dumbledore’s true intentions. But stopped.

Not only was there a setback in this matter, but the atmosphere at the Ministry of Magic had become precarious recently.As a veteran Auror, Scrimgeour is very sensitive to the sense of smell when a crisis occurs. He noticed that the root of the commotion lies in the Magic and Law Department. When Amelia Burns was the director, he was still a subordinate. Director of the Auror Office.

Maybe he needs to talk to Pierce, bring Ga Devin, and a few Aurors. In the worst possible case, he may need to reorganize the current Ministry of Magic and replace him with a group of new people... After Jie put aside the practice of speculating about Dumbledore's mind that had troubled him for a long time (he didn't get any results), reality finally surfaced again.

Ask Gadwen to come to my office.He wrote the note, thought about it, and gave up this method, he got up and planned to go to the Auror office.

There was a knock on the door."Who?" Scrimgeour asked, there was no response behind the door, but the knock on the door stopped.

The next second, with a bang, the sturdy wooden door broke free from the door frame and slammed directly on the floor. Five or six people covered in black robes swarmed in. The man walking in the front pointed with his magic wand. Scrimgeour's hand, the latter reached out for his wand vigilantly in the first second.

"Shen Feng Wuying!" The knife-like scars were deeply etched on Scrimgeour's hand, and the blood flowed. He couldn't hold his wand. He shivered and just released his hand, a big blond man rushed up. He punched him in the chest.

Chapter Ten Occupy the Ministry of Magic (Part 2)

"Hold him down, Dolphin." As the female voice sounded, the big Death Eater grabbed Scrimgeour who was retreating. He didn't intend to stay at all, Scrimgeour was held firmly and moved. He was lying on the desk unwillingly, the papers scattered all over the place, and his forehead was also torn.

Scrimgeour's mouth twitched with pain, and he tried to lift his head, trying to see the intruder's face clearly.

"Alecto, he doesn't seem to be surprised at all." The black-robed man standing by the door was full of teasing smiles.

"Do you still expect Mr. Minister to cry, Amikus?" A husky female voice sounded from his black-robed man, a Death Eater who was not much different from him.

"I didn't allow you to come to my office." Scrimgeour said coldly, even if he was pointed at his face by several wands, he could be killed at any time, and the anger still did not dissipate from those sharp eyes. "Don't say making an appointment in advance, you guys want to go directly to the Ministry of Magic to attack the current minister?"

"'I didn't allow it'! Listen, listen to what he said just now, it's ridiculous, he thought it was his world!" Alecto Carlo laughed, she raised her wand and chanted a spell , Scrimgeour snorted, panting as if he had been hit hard, blood dripping down from the big nose.

"How about, Mr. Minister? Are you willing to receive those of us who have not made an appointment?" Alekto asked jokingly.

"Alecto, I shouldn't let you do it yet." The voice that was exactly the same as the previous command was heard, and Alexo paused and put down his wand.

The man walked up to Scrimgeour and took the initiative to take off his hood."You have two choices, Minister." Zoe observed the suppressed old lion. "As long as you cooperate with us and tell the information you need, you can get a chance to live."

"How did you get in?" Scrimgeour answered the question.

"Floonet." Zoe would be happy to chat with him, "You should have noticed who it is."

"I should act sooner instead of letting Pierce do whatever he wants." Scrimgeour closed his eyes. "How many people do you control? Grenier? Lawrence? Bey? Gadevin?" He said more in one breath. The name, even his current Auror office director did not leave behind.

But the other party just smiled and didn't answer his question."No matter how much you wait, no one will come over. I advise you to give up the idea of ​​asking for help. This is a low-level mistake after all." She took off Scrimgeour's gold-rimmed glasses without intention, but just for fun. "As long as you learn to understand current affairs, you can avoid wasting our time."

"Knowing the current affairs... well said." Scrimgeour chuckled in a low voice, "Able to wrap this inferior behavior of betrayal in gorgeous packaging, and even create a win-win atmosphere, is worthy of Zoe Siegel, genuine Traitor, I can’t do such a shameless thing."

"I look down on you. Even if I betray you, I have to dodge and change other people's names. I look like a smelly mouse in the gutter. I think I can escape condemnation in this way. Some people have been fooled by you, but I won't. I have seen too many villains like you, and I can give up everything for my own benefit." He looked at Zoe calmly, "I also despise your betrayal. Dumbledore is your benefactor. He has paid for you over the years. Many, what did you bring to him? Even if that man is not likable, it shouldn't have such a miserable ending."

"Do you plan to preach when you die?" Yaxley stepped forward and slapped him with a sneer. The voice was loud, and the Death Eaters whispered like amusement.

"Bah!" Scrimgeour spit on his robe, and Yaxley wanted to punch him angrily, but Zoe stopped him.

"And you." Scrimgeour sneered across these people, "I know all of them, and some of them were thrown into Azkaban by myself. Remember, Amikos? You kneel on the ground and beg me to let it go. Your brothers and sisters!" Amikus wanted to rush forward as if offended, but Zoe stopped him with his eyes.

"Some people, the Ministry of Magic has given you a second chance. This generosity has not allowed you to atone for your sins. So when the big demon who can't even mention the name appears, you will continue to follow him again." He shouted. He coughed and fell down.

"Then go back in time and kill that generous self." Dorphan Rohr chuckled, just about to pick him up.

"It's better to clean up your scum now!" Scrimgeour suddenly put his wand against Rohr's abdomen. The big man seemed to have encountered an irresistible force. He flew out with his twisted face and hit the bookshelf beside him. on.

His right hand was still bleeding, and he kept trembling while holding the wand, but he never let go."Lock your tongue and seal your throat." Scrimgeour's tongue suddenly stuck to his upper jaw uncontrollably, and he couldn't make a sound, let alone chanting a spell.

Yaxley and Snape rushed over and held him, Snape snatched the wand."Which idiot forgot to take Scrimgeour's wand?" He moaned and raised a hand from the fallen bookshelf.

"It seems I can't talk anymore." Zoe made a distressed expression, "Yaxley, would you like to do a little favor?"

"I'm very happy." Yaxley grinned grimly, "heart-cutting!"

Scrimgeour's face twisted, he couldn't help convulsing, and he rolled on the ground.He obviously wanted to endure the knife-like pain of his body and tried his best not to make himself scream louder, which made the voice from his mouth always have a suppressed low hum.

While the Death Eaters were happily focusing their attention on Scrimgeour, Snape frowned at Zoe and glanced in Scrimgeour's direction.

Zoe shook his head slowly and firmly.

"Yaxley, you can stop now." Zoe asked again when the man retreated. "Are you willing to talk, Mr. Minister?"

"Yes... there are so many people who are willing to bow down to please you..." Scrimgeour glared at her, "Isn't it better to have a different head?"

"When we control the Ministry of Magic, we will still get everything we want."

"Then you do it...but it's impossible for me to give in."

"I mean, since you have to face such a result sooner or later, your one or two words of advice are not that important."

Scrimgeour stared at her and actually laughed, and the man who had always been serious laughed suddenly, as if he had heard what a ridiculous joke.

"Yes, when I die, you will always get what you want." Scrimgeour said, "This is war, there will be death, there will be persecution, I am just one of them, this is reality."

"Stop talking nonsense, old man. Where is Potter?" Amicus asked impatiently.