The comers are not good.

It was almost needless to say that a man who was expected to become Minister of Magic was happily preparing his inaugural speech, and might even have published a book about what was for the Minister of Magic, and with a bang, the throne of the Minister of Magic, which was so close at hand, was gone.

That is, the director of the office has a better psychological tolerance, otherwise it is estimated that the next thing will be a farce of Fan Jinzhongju and multiple places in the St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital - of course, according to Fudge's cautious energy, Allen estimates that if this disease is admitted to the hospital, it is estimated that it will suddenly erupt into Professor Lockhart's situation...

Of course, these are all malicious speculations by Allen's classmates, and even if this happens, Minister Fudge will never admit it.

And, to be honest, it's not Elen's turn to worry about Fudge at the moment, but Fudge's side is offering a cool song for Allen - to be precise, for Allen dressed as Dumbledore.

After sending a letter yesterday and scolding him, he came to the door all of a sudden, and Alan was not sure that Professor McGonagall's ability to teach words would reach this level - after a letter, he only asked the old Scrimgeour to surrender and retreat without a fight...

Not to mention Professor McGonagall, even if Voldemort's diary contains one out of seven Voldemort, it took more than half a year to abduct Ginny, who has nothing to do, according to this calculation, Alan doesn't think that he came to apologize.

Then there is only one possibility left - the other party is here to do something.

Alan couldn't help but glance at Professor McGonagall with a tired expression, dear professor, what did you say in your letter, a relatively mature politician actually exploded directly under this kind of stimulation to look for trouble?

But Professor McGonagall obviously didn't understand the meaning of this expression, but instead looked at me with a look of response, I understand, Principal, you can deal with it...

There was no tacit understanding of communication at all - Alan got up while sneering, and had to slow down a little so that he could get up too neatly and leak the filling.

After scolding the headmaster a few more times, Alan left his seat with a smile on his face and said goodbye to several headmasters, preparing to meet the director of the Auror office.

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Looking at the doors of the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Scrimgeour took a deep breath of cool air and tried to cheer himself up.

He can't help but be unmotivated.

Today's events are a bit too big - there shouldn't be anything more important in the wizarding world than defeating Dumbledore, right?

Admittedly, even Scrimgeour himself had to admit that Dumbledore's strength back then was desperate, and he was the only one who could compete with that mysterious man at that time.

However, it's different now - thirteen years have passed, and the imposing mysterious man has become the honor of the immortal boy, and Dumbledore, who was already old, still has some strength left after these thirteen years?

If Dumbledore's strength is enough, why can't he even suppress public opinion on the Brazilian side, and for the first time let there be four participating schools in the Triwizard Tournament?

Dumbledore was indeed powerful back then, but not now, just like Fudge was outstanding in dealing with the post-war situation back then, but now he is clumsy like a clown - Azkaban's escape from prison is just that, and the theft of Gringotts has not even been investigated before claiming that Voldemort has returned again, is Fudge playing them like fools?

What's even funnier is that the front foot has just been stolen, and the back foot Fudge is going to Hogwarts - yes, those two feel that the wizarding world is a little difficult to control now, and they plan to use fear to deceive everyone.

As the head of the Auror Office, he has seen more tricks, and this kind of little trick is used to deceive people?

However, to Scrimgeour's surprise, instead of being deterred by his warning letter, Hogwarts sent a roaring letter.

Who are they going to fool with that little trick?

Well, since no one wants to be restrained, then let him come, Dumbledore's greatest prestige comes from his title as the first white wizard, so take this title away - Dumbledore was powerful back then, but now Dumbledore is old.

As the head of the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour is quite confident in his own strength - if he doesn't have some real skills, how can he manage this bunch of Aurors who fight every day? Dumbledore is old, and he is still in the prime of life, let alone the old Dumbledore, even if the mysterious man himself comes? Now he is fully capable of leading his Aurors to solve everything.

It's just a couple of Death Eaters, and it's a shame that Fudge's idiot has let them get away with it for so long—and the most disgraceful thing for Scrimgeour is that Fudge doesn't seem to dare to move when he goes out without half a dozen Aurors, as if someone will jump out of nowhere and attack him at any moment!

That idiot, just wait for the next time to defeat Dumbledore and blast him from where he shouldn't belong!

Tightening his wand tightly, Scrimgeour heard a movement in the Great Hall door of Hogwarts, and the silly half-blood giant who had been standing beside him to lead the way was now greeted with a happy face and a respectful expression.

Dumbledore stepped through the door - and despite his best efforts to hide it, Scrimgeour could see the discord in Dumbledore's actions, and yes, Dumbledore was already unable to move.

Not because of injuries or anything else, but as the Aurors had learned, Dumbledore was so old that not only did he leave most of the things to the Vice Headmaster McGonagall, but he couldn't even move around.

Therefore, without waiting for Dumbledore to give any explanation or say hello or anything, Scrimgeour stepped forward, his eyes sharpened, and his tone became tough in the standard etiquette that could not be faulted.

"Dumbledore, although it is a little inappropriate to say it now, I think we should have an understanding of last night's correspondence, right here, on the Hogwarts grounds, let's have a wizarding duel. ”

Scrimgeur's lion-like face was defiant, and the yellow eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were full of war.

"Come, Dumbledore, choose your assistant—Kingsley, you are my assistant, stand by my side!"