Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 248 It's All His Fault

Someone grabs a nearby stationary object.

Someone remembers being a wizard and casts a spell to protect himself.

Others grabbed the hands and feet of their companions, dragged them, and slid away together grunting.

Barely under the impact of the rushing water, the few wizards who remained in place looked at Harry in shock.

Is that how the spell was lifted?
It's for you to return the money and put the water from the fountain into the pool instead of flooding the Ministry of Magic.

Ding dong—the elevator over there stopped.

A team of Aurors rushed out.

They waved their magic wands, and they were quite well-trained. The water flow without any magical effect was almost quickly awakened by them, leaving a lot of "dead fish".

"Mr. Potter." Scrimgeour walked over on the wet floor and spoke, interspersed with the sound of sticky and dragging footsteps, his tone was low and low, "What are you doing, destroying the Ministry of Magic?"

"I'm just collecting debts." Harry waved his hands, carefully observing the statue in the center of the pool.

Scrimgeour was taken aback.

On the way to get the news and hurry, he thought that maybe Mr. Potter and Minister Fudge had a bad conversation, so Mr. Potter wanted to vent.

I also thought that Mr. Potter may really have been hiding very deeply as rumored in the Ministry of Magic, and now he finally can't control his nature.
The only thing that never occurred to me was that Mr. Porter would be a "debt collector".

"Debt collection?" Scrimgeour's courage and indomitable momentum were slightly shattered by this set of words, "Mr. Potter, I don't really understand what you mean."

Harry turned his head and looked at him vertically: "You don't know?"

"Raignac escaped, and the Ministry of Magic closed its blacksmith shop, but it doesn't plan to give me the previous dividends."

Scrimgeour was silent, he really didn't know there was such a thing.

"Fudge doesn't plan to give it to me, so I can only do it myself." Harry said helplessly.

"Mr. Potter, even if the Ministry of Magic hasn't given you the money yet, it can't." Scrimgeour said hesitantly.

Harry interrupted him: "You mean, let me be nice and willing to suffer?"

"Because it's the Ministry of Magic, so it's justifiable for Fudge not to pay back the money he owes?"

Scrimgeour still wanted to speak, so he had to quibble.

"Director Scrimgeour, this matter has nothing to do with your Auror Office." Harry went on, "Either you help an ordinary little wizard get back what he should have, or you can't see anything. .”

Behind Scrimgeour, an Auror had a distorted expression.

Ordinary little wizard?

Mr. Potter, how dare you say such a thing.

"Of course, you can also try to stop it." Harry tilted his head and looked at him with an innocent look on his face. "Unite with Fudge and bully me, an innocent little wizard who is owed money and has not paid back."

As he spoke, he paused.

"Butcher of Little Hangleton, you put it on me, didn't you?"

"Maybe I should give you one back out of politeness?"

"Butcher of Londinium, how is it?"

"Oh, it doesn't seem to work. The area of ​​Londinium is too big. Do you want to reduce it? What do you think is better?"

What is another one?
Is that polite?

No, no, it's rude just to think so.
Many old Aurors flinched. They walked honestly and took several steps back. Although they were still holding their wands, the tip of their wands did not dare to point at the little wizard, and turned away to point at random.

The few new Aurors who had just joined the job and had just passed the training did not understand why the old staff behaved like this.

But it is absolutely right to learn from them and gain experience.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, maybe you are right. You are defending your own rights and recovering your own interests. If I were a minister, I would definitely be willing to give you fairness. No, it was not at the beginning. Let these injustices happen."

"But I'm the head of the Auror Office now, I'm a Ministry of Magic official, and I have to, I have to stand with the Ministry."

Inside and outside the words, what is he implying.

As he spoke, he raised his wand and pointed it at Harry.

Harry smiled slightly: "Mr Scrimgeour."

"Except your weapons!"

He slowly drew his wand, pointed it at him, and said the spell smoothly.

Scrimgeour didn't have time to dodge the slow spell, he was hit, his wand dropped from his hand, flew behind him, and hit someone hard in the face.

Harry waved his wand again.

A veil tore down and flew over, binding Scrimgeour as strong as a mummy.

"You're cute." Harry complimented him.

Scrimgeour struggled "uuuh", but his mouth was gagged and he couldn't say anything.

The Aurors looked at each other.

What's the matter with my director, he didn't even resist at all?
Harry waved his wand again, and the statue in the fountain was dismantled, piece by piece, and flew into his pocket.

"Tell Fudge." Harry continued to Scrimgeour, "If you want to redeem this thing, bring the money you owe me, interest, and compensation. I'll wait at Hogwarts at most. He's a month."

"If he still doesn't come after a month, I will pack and sell these things to Gringotts."

"If the money, interest, and compensation that I should take after the sale is not enough, I will visit the Ministry of Magic again."

Harry raised his hand, reaching out to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore grabbed his wrist.

With a crisp snap, the two of them Apparated away.

After a few minutes in the spacious hall, it wasn't until a new wizard came out of the fireplace, he looked at this familiar place that had become a little strange, and let out a burst of exclamation that the place became noisy again.

"director!"

"Mr Scrimgeour!"

Only then did the Aurors come to their senses, rushing over in a hurry, wanting to solve problems for their leader.

Haven't waited for them to pass by.

The rope fell off Scrimgeour's body, and he turned back into the veil and fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand, and ran over alone, and handed him back the wand.

"Potter" an Auror clenched his fist.

Scrimgeour interrupted him: "No, it has nothing to do with Mr Potter."

"It's Fudge's problem."

minister?

Some people don't get it right.

Some people suddenly realized, clenched their fists, and their faces were full of excitement.

With Fudge's approval ratings down, Ludo Bagman fleeing with money, Barty Crouch dead, and not many candidates for the position of Minister of Magic.

Umbridge, the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, is one, but her chances of becoming the Minister of Magic are not high, even less than Dumbledore's chance of starting to prepare for suicide after a brain twitch. She has almost no support in the Ministry of Magic, and she can become The deputy minister depends entirely on Fudge's cultivation.

Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is one, but she is a bit too old, and she should retire in at most ten years. The Ministry of Magic needs a mature, but young enough minister.

Rufus Scrimgeour is a perfect fit.

He is not very old, he was born in 68, he is only 27 years old this year, but he is very good, no matter his resume or personal character, he has been recognized by a large number of people.Even, he is so mature that it is hard to believe that he is not yet 30 years old this year.

Fudge is good at office fights, and there's nothing he's good at other than that.

As one of the few departments in the Ministry of Magic that really needs practical work, the Auror Office has long disliked the idiot Fudge.

Every day pointing fingers, talking about some illusory high-level gossip, talking about credit, grabbing faster than anyone else, and talking about crimes, evading it completely.

They looked at their leaders expectantly.

What does this sentence mean.
Is it finally time to swing the knife at Fudge?

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Someone asked tentatively.

With a wave of his wand, Scrimgeour hung up the curtain again: "Notify Mr. Umbridge to clean this place."

"We now have to report to the Minister because of his incompetence and dereliction of duty, resulting in Mr Porter having to collect debts."

He paused as he spoke.

"The law does not stipulate that wizards cannot collect debts from the Ministry of Magic, nor does it stipulate what methods should be used to collect debts. Minister Fudge must give an explanation for this, otherwise our Ministry of Magic will lose face because of him."

Grimmauld Place.

Dumbledore and Harry emerged from the corner.

"I didn't expect you to be like this." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "What do you think?"

"That's what the Ministry of Magic seems to be worth the most," Harry answered him.

"That is a very symbolic statue." Dumbledore sighed softly, "The Magic Brothers Fountain, a symbol of the friendly relationship between humans and magical animal races."

Harry glanced at him: "If the horsemen heard what you said, they would definitely come out of the Forbidden Forest, kick your hooves hard, and kick all the cockroaches that ate in your brain."

"Heaps of cockroaches don't eat into the brain." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry was expressionless: "But your brain will attract them."

"Except for human wizards, only wizards will like that statue, and capable witches will not like it."

Dumbledore sneered: "Harry, let me tell you, when Minerva was young, she said more than once that she wanted to blow up that fountain with magic! How could a witch be like this."

"And Pomona, even someone as good-natured as she would be offended at the mention of that statue."

"I'll have to take credit for them when school starts." Harry nodded.

"Minerva is not young anymore." Dumbledore shook his head, "She"

Harry interrupted her: "I will also tell Professor McGonagall this sentence, you said she is old."

"That's not what I meant," Dumbledore argued.

Harry imitated his emotional tone: "Minerva is not young anymore."

"Harry, you can't take it out of context like that." Dumbledore followed him into the room.

"I didn't, don't worry, I won't change a single word of this sentence." After entering the door, Harry lowered his voice.

No one was worried about Harry being "judged" except Hermione.

None of them felt that Harry would suffer, let alone that Dumbledore was still following him.

Noisy until night, unexpected people visit.

　There are two guaranteed chapters tonight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)