The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 299 Aftermath
After dealing with the matters of the goblin factory, Mr. Scrimgeour was full of anger. For an old-fashioned wizard like him, house elves and goblins were always low-status slaves.

Especially for goblins.

He wasn't worried about the goblin at all.

Seeing such a bold move by the goblins now, it's hard not to suspect that these goblins have turned their backs and planned to do something.

Rufus Scrimgeour returned to the Ministry of Magic, and the Aurors and strikers who were with him remained on the scene. As the chief executive of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department, he still had to deal with some official duties.

He can be on the front line, but not all the time.

The Ministry of Magic is still empty, having been baptized by dark wizards several times, especially on Christmas night—even if it was last night, the reappearance of Voldemort, the entire Ministry of Magic, and even the English wizarding world, thought of the time Voldemort brought him back then. disaster.

Crisis everywhere.

Even so.

Even in such a tense atmosphere, he still saw many idle people around his office, chatting with others as if they had nothing to do.

Most of them are people from pure blood families.

While the Department of Magic Law Enforcement was busy.

These people are extraordinarily leisurely.

There is no sense of imminent urgency at all.

Of course Scrimgeour knew why.

They are the cornerstone on which a Dark Lord like Voldemort rules the world.

Even if the wizarding world in England fell, they would still be able to maintain their current status.

Maybe even higher, not necessarily.

Glancing at them with disgust, Scrimgeour planned to go back to the office, but on the way back to the office, he met a lady whom he hated to the core.

"Pink Toad".

Umbridge in a pink sweater.

Seeing her bloody face covered in white powder made Rufus feel sick, like something was churning in his stomach.

It's like a lot of ice cubes have been placed in the stomach.

Strong psychological discomfort caused him physical discomfort.

Especially when she spoke to him in a deliberate way, pinching her throat, trying to pretend to be very immature and pure.

This feeling of discomfort has reached the extreme.

He wanted to give Umbridge a wand.

But he can't.

Thinking of his identity, he could only say to Umbridge: "Pay attention to your identity, ma'am, you should have your own work to do now, go quickly, don't get stuck here!"

Upon hearing this, Umbridge turned his face away, and said in a voice full of sweet and greasy smirks: "Of course, Mr. Scrimgeour, I am working enthusiastically."

This sweet expression disgusted Scrimgeour.

It didn't happen on the spot.

He came to the door of the office with anger, and saw some other idlers.

This time, he was not so polite!
"Bertha Jorkins?"

He frowned, looked at Bertha Jorkins who was lingering here with a coffee, and uttered a loud scolding!

"What are you doing here, Bertha Jorkins!"

She also looks like she has nothing to do.

More importantly, compared to Umbridge.

Brainless Bertha, she seemed a little better.

Scrimgeour stood still, just staring at the brainless Bertha, staring at her after he had finished his roar, and made her feel oppressed.

Inside Scrimgeour's senses.

She became obviously different from before.

The whole person was happy, and even the smile on her face became much more sincere. More importantly, she became more confident.

Josa also noticed Scrimgeour's glare.

She twitched the corners of her lips, planning to slip away.

"Yes, Mr Scrimgeour, sorry."

Scrimgeour stopped her!

"May I ask, Ms Jorkins, what makes you so happy?

I remember that you are not from our Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Now our Department of Law Enforcement has something to deal with. You appear here. What's the matter? "

Scrimgeour said.

Jorkins gave Scrimgeour a meaningful look.

Scrimgeour frowned.

This look from Bertha Jorkins made him uncomfortable.

He felt offended.

"I'm sorry, Director Scrimgeour, I'm leaving now, I have nothing to do."

Bertha Jorkins apologized and left the LEG level.

Scrimgeour watched the back of Bertha Jorkins who was leaving, stood and pondered for a while, and finally raised his wand, opened the office, and walked in.

He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

When he just walked in.

He felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in his office. Several veteran officers of the Law Enforcement Department stood inside without saying a word.

"you?"

Before he could shout out, several spells hit him.

He finally knew what was wrong. There was a dent in the top of his chair, although it looked empty.

Someone is wearing an invisibility cloak and sitting on a chair.

The powerful [Enthusiasm] made poor Scrimgeour unable to cast any magic. After several [fainting], his vision went dark and he passed out.

Behind him, Ms. Bertha Jorkins, who had been going back and forth, pushed him gently outside the door, and then closed the door.

Mr. Scrimgeour lay on the ground extremely silky.

Fortunately, there was a thick wool carpet on the ground, and Mr. Scrimgeour fell to the ground without causing secondary injuries.

Bertha stepped over him and walked up to Dewey Jones.

"Okay, our Mr. Scrimgeour has finally returned. Although when it was useful, he was released to work, and when it was useless, he was stunned and stuffed into the suitcase. Such behavior is a bit wrong."

Duvi Jones stood up from his chair, stared at Mr. Scrimgeour and said, "But I believe Mr. Scrimgeour won't mind this matter. He is a generous man."

He tore off Harry's invisibility cloak, folded it neatly and put it in the suitcase next to him. Several marginal figures from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement stood up and skillfully cleaned up the scene here. Packed in a suitcase.

Duvi Jones turned into Scrimgeour's appearance familiarly, and was arranging his clothes by the way.

Standing behind Duwei Jones, "That little witch," Bertha Jorkins asked hesitantly standing beside Duwei, "that little witch..."

"I sent him back."

Duvi Jones adjusted his clothes, and then saw Bertha faltering, and immediately understood what she wanted to ask.

Not about her going back.

It's about how she got back.

He started to laugh, stuffed the restless notebook into his clothes, and Du Wei said in an unquestionable tone: "Magic contract, Bertha, I'm not crazy enough to face a 14-year-old We have all seen the side effects of forgetting to the extent that a little wizard casts forgetting. Whether it is an adult wizard or an underage wizard, it is a crime to cast forgetting.

If because of this little bit of my mistake, I will cast forget all on a little witch who is not wrong anywhere.

Then I'm really crazy. "

Du Wei picked up Scrimgeour's wand, drew a circle in the air in front of him and said: "Hatred is a circle, Bertha, the best we can do is to call this thing called hatred, in this There is a constant cycle inside the circle, don't call it a broken circle.

When doing things, think about it more, if you are an outsider, would you want to be involved. "

When he said this, the notebook in Duvi Jones' hand suddenly popped out.

"go back!"

Du Wei forcibly suppressed the notebook and told him to go back, but the meaning of madness was still dyed from the notebook and onto his arm.

"What a hassle!"

Duvi Jones gritted his teeth and said, he sat back on the chair in the back of the office, panting and breathing continuously.

"Go back, what I want you to do, how are you preparing?"

He asked Bertha, and Bertha stood behind him, trying to touch Du Wei Jones' temple with her hand, but when Du Wei spoke, she withdrew her outstretched hand.

"The newspaper office has already received the news, and they are increasing the issue to ensure that the news is released on time."

(End of this chapter)