By the time Mr. Rufus-Scrimgeour arrived at Hogsmeade, it was already 6:30 p.m.

It took about a dozen minutes for the Director of Law Enforcement to find the location he had agreed with Mr. Jon Hart, a destination called the "Pig's Head Bar".

If it weren't for his good looks, Mr. Scrimgeour would have barely recognized that it was a pub—a remote location, with a sign of tattered wood and a bloodstained pig's head painted on it...... It didn't look like a serious place at all, and he didn't expect the person and taste of the appointment this time to be so bad.

There was only one small, dark, very dirty room in the bar, and there was a strong smell of mutton in it...... Luckily, Scrimgeour wasn't the kind of "pampered" Ministry of Magic.

There weren't many customers, many of them with their faces tightly guarded and sneaky, and if it were normal business hours, Scrimgeour would have to take the initiative to go over and talk to them.

"Hello. He glanced at the waitress who smelled of sheep all over his body, and with the anger in his heart, he asked, "Has Principal Hart arrived?"

"Upstairs. The waitress didn't raise his head, but said bluntly.

A sloppy guy with a strange temper, Scrimgeour made a judgment directly from the bottom of his heart.

However, he is a decent person, and he will not meet the same level as such people from the lower strata of society......

Coming upstairs, the situation seems to be even worse. There was a thick layer of dirt everywhere, as if it hadn't been cleaned for centuries, and Scrimgeour wondered what kind of person would live in such a hellish place.

"Director!" a warm voice rang out from behind Scrimgeour as he was surrounded by a large number of people.

"Headmaster Hart!" Scrimgeour quickly lowered his face to his usual stern expression, "It's a pleasure to meet you." ”

......

This is not the first time the two have met, almost a year ago, when they met on the Isle of Man...... Although at that time, the boy had not yet made much of an impression on Rufus Scrimgeur, and was just an ordinary young wizard.

Of course, it's different now, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Scrimgeour can't afford to belittle him.

After a polite courtesy, the two sat down face to face in a room at the pig's head bar.

"I wonder if there's anything important, Headmaster Hart?" Scrimgeour tried to make his tone as stern as he could, "I'm sorry, I've been pretty busy lately. ”

Looking at the other party's pretentious gesture, Jon couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

"Of course it's nothing. Jon smiled and said, "It's just that I'm free today, so I'm looking for you to talk to the Director...... If you have something important, you might as well get busy first, and we'll make an appointment another day...... I'm sorry to bother you!"

"No, no, no. Scrimgeour's expression became a little embarrassed: "There's no need for that. ”

The head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, who had been working in the Aurors' office and dealing with dark wizards before taking office, was obviously not so comfortable with human feelings.

Just as he was embarrassed, the waitress who smelled of mutton all over his body suddenly walked upstairs with twice the butterbeer.

Jon brought one of the glasses to Scrimgeour and explained, "I'm sorry Director, I'm not old enough to drink, so that's the only thing we can do." ”

According to the British Ministry of Magic, underage wizards are not allowed to drink alcohol, and Jon is not stupid enough to trample on the rules in front of the Director of Law Enforcement, and it is well known that butterbeer does not contain any alcohol.

Scrimgeour didn't say anything about it, only glanced at the butterbeer with some disgust. Perhaps, in his opinion, the contents of this filthy bar are simply not to be swallowed.

"To tell you the truth, I have a matter for you, Mr. Hart!" Scrinthart said as he looked at Jon who was unhurriedly sipping his butterbeer.

"Oh?" Jon made a curious look, "Tell me about it?"

"It's about Ms. Diana Greengrass. Rufus-Scrimgeour said unhurriedly, his voice gradually smoothing:

"If I'm not mistaken, at a trial of a Death Eater suspect, it was you bailed her, Mr. Hart, right. ”

Jon frowned slightly, he didn't expect Scrimgeour to take the initiative to bring it up, and after a moment of silence, he nodded, "There's such a thing." ”

"Honestly, I sympathize with Diana too. Scrimgeour sighed deliberately, then continued, "I also believe that her defection to the Dark Lord in the first place was excusable...... But the law is unforgiving, there is no way. ”

"Yes, I agree with you, Director. Jon said lightly.

"So, the other day I received a message that Diana's bail was coming to an end......" Scrimgeour continued, regretfully, "Poor woman, it won't be long before she has to go back to Azkaban." ”

......

Jon didn't expect that this initiative would give Rufus-Scrimgeour the upper hand.

Of course, he would not believe the other party's words of regret and sympathy, and he was the most determined judge in the trial of Mrs. Diana-Greengrass.

However, the other party suddenly took the initiative to mention this matter, could it be said that he was asking for himself.

Let's talk about it first-

Jon continued to talk to Scrimgeour about the trial and bail, and then resumed the conversation without leaving a trace.

The two of them began to talk about all kinds of messy topics like old friends...... From the latest playlist of the Weird Sisters, to the wizarding civil war in Congo half a year ago, to the mysterious death of a certain Muggle princess some time ago......

Jon was enjoying himself, and Scrimgeour was starting to get a little impatient.

"Principal Hart. Just as Jon excitedly informs Scrimgeour that Muggles have a device called a cell phone, which is much better than an owl at sending messages, Scrimgeour rudely interrupts him, "There's one more thing I almost forgot......"

"Oh?" Jon made another surprised expression.

"About some of the recent interviews given by the Order of the Phoenix!" Scrimgeour sighed, "It's been a lot of trouble for the ministry lately." ”

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