Something happened again in London.

When the news of the dementor-like creature appearing in the center of the ferry reached Scrimgeur's ears so quickly, he was in the same mood as the Muggle Prime Minister, who had also just learned of it.

“…… So what are you waiting for! Send someone to deal with it! The Auror Office, the Magical Accidents and Disasters Division, and the Magical Beasts Management and Control Division, get them all moving! ”

After kicking the secretary out of the office, Scrimgeour sat back in his chair with a soft "crunch".

"Dementors...... How is it a Dementor again? He frowned and muttered in confusion, "Haven't the Azkabans already confined the Dementors to the inside of the fortress?" Where did you come from......

As he was talking, he picked up the report sheet sent by the secretary just now and hurriedly scanned it - he had only listened to the secretary's dictation just now, and he hadn't looked at this list carefully!

But it wasn't long before Scrimgeour threw the list back to the truth, and thought about it to himself.

In fact, due to the tight time frame of the incident, the report was not written in too much detail. But to talk about the most basic appearance, the emergency investigators still gave a more vivid description for the first time.

The description of the monster that suddenly appeared on the streets of London is actually just one sentence:

"It's a 'neatly dressed' Dementor with red eyes."

Scrimgeour was obviously no stranger to Dementors, so he knew very well that there were no "well-dressed Dementors" in this world.

Oh, there are so many bizarre things in the wizarding world that I can't seem to say that deadly...... So, at least in this sentence, it is safer to add "in the British wizarding world".

Anyway, Scrimgeour is so big, and I've never seen a Dementor who doesn't wear a black torn cloak!

So, if it wasn't a Dementor, what would it be?

Thinking of this, he straightened up, reached out and pressed the metal bell on the table. It didn't take long for a crisp bell to ring in the secretary's office, where someone was on standby at any moment.

"Tuk-tuk."

"Come in!"

As soon as Scrimgeour finished speaking, another secretary to the minister, who was different from before, immediately opened the door and walked in, hurried to his desk and stood still.

To be honest, this female secretary looks a little young, and she still has some rustic freckles on her face. She wears a pair of glasses, and behind the thick glasses hides a slightly timid gaze.

It seems that this is still a newcomer.

"Postpone the rest of today's appointments......" Scrimgeour had just spoken, but shook his head again, "Well, you leave this matter to someone else when you get out, and your task is to get this into the hands of Mr. Macklean." ”

With that, he casually picked up the wand that was set aside and tapped it lightly on the report sheet on the table.

"Copy in pairs."

A simple incantation came out of Scrimgeur's mouth, and the report sheet writhed before an identical copy popped out of it.

Scrimgeour picked it up and folded it slightly, then shoved it into the young female secretary's hand.

"Hmm...... Freya? ”

He probably couldn't remember the name of this newly hired girl for a while, so he screamed a little uncertainly, but soon he didn't care about these trivial little problems.

"Anyway, go for it! Hurry up – if Mr. McLean says anything, you'll bring it back without missing a word. ”

With this instruction, Scrimgeour didn't say anything more, but grabbed the original report sheet, and walked towards the door one step ahead of the female secretary.

The girl tugged at her slightly tight professional attire, and only after Scrimgeur's back disappeared through the outer door did she whisper:

"My name is 'Frena'......"

……

Whether the rookie secretary was called "Freya" or "Frena", it was a trivial matter to Scrimgeour that didn't matter.

As soon as he left his minister's office, he walked briskly towards the special elevator on the other side.

This elevator, even among the entire Ministry of Magic, is only a few people who are qualified to take it, and it is specially designed to go directly to the Department of Mystic Affairs on the ninth underground floor, and the dungeon on the tenth underground floor, and there are only three floor buttons in total.

"Minister!" "Mr. Minister."

In front of the elevator door, the two Aurors on duty saluted him slightly, and Scrimgeur, who was in a hurry to get down, just nodded hurriedly, and walked through the fence door they had helped to open into the elevator car.

When the gate snapped back and closed, he poked the button marked "-9". When he boarded, he only felt that the car fell down violently, and the speed was so fast that he felt that the blood all over his body was surging up to his head.

It's uncomfortable, but it's a short time. In the blink of an eye, the car stopped moving, causing his face, which had just been a little red from blood congestion, to immediately turn pale again.

"If it weren't for the urgency, I'd rather go to the central elevator with someone!"

At this point, there are no more Aurors on duty. Scrimgeour took matters into his own hands and pulled the fence door open, and Maibe walked to a large circular room.

Except for the twelve identical doors, the rest of the surface was covered with black, hard, and recognizable tiles, and one immediately felt as if you were surrounded by some mysterious aura.

And the moment Scrimgeour stepped out of the elevator, the curved walls of the circular room began to turn. After a few moments, when the walls stopped moving, the twelve distinct doors made it impossible to even know that they had come in through which door.

This is the Department of Mysteries, and Maca has also come in at the beginning.

Of course, Scrimgeur, as Minister of Magic, was obviously not going to be embarrassed by these doors—even he rarely came here himself.

He drew his wand and recited the incantation, and then spun it in the palm of his hand.

"The Hall of Time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the staff pointed steadily at one of the twelve doors, and Scrimgeour walked towards it without hesitation.

The staff offices of the Department of Mysteries are located in the Hall of Time, and can only accommodate a total of five specially appointed employees of the Ministry of Magic. The staff who work here are known as the "Silent Ones", and they are very long-term employees who have signed non-disclosure agreements, and they conduct top-secret research here all year round.

Professor Crock...... What about the others? ”

Scrimgeour doesn't talk nonsense when he arrives, because he knows that no one who works here likes to waste time. For those of them who are silent, doing research is everything.

"Huh?" The old man, who was rummaging through the bookshelf, looked up, "Oh, it's Mr. Minister...... They're all in the Planetary Room! Didn't you just give us a task? ”

"Yes! But there's a more urgent ...... now," Scrimgeour didn't care about the others, and beckoned to the old man Crocker, "Come and see this, what do you think...... What will it be? ”

When Crocker saw him raise the report, he dropped what he was doing and went over to Scrimgeour to take it.

"Don't have a picture?"

The old man complained a little dissatisfied, and then glanced back and forth at the description. But it wasn't long before he handed it back to Scrimgeur's hands.

"It's probably related to Dementors, but who knows what it is? You know, we barely know where the Dementors came from......"

As he spoke, Old Crocker turned around and walked back, saying as he went:

"Wait for Bode to come out of the Planetary Chamber! He's interested in these things, and might be able to help you figure out something useful! ”

"Okay!"

Scrimgeour spread his arms, and could only pull out a chair and sit next to him.

Although he is the Minister of Magic, he also has to abide by the rules here. With the exception of a few relatively safe rooms, the vast majority of rooms in the Department of Mysteries are not accessible to anyone, not even the minister.

After all, almost all of the research projects here are very dangerous for ordinary wizards.

……

While Scrimgeour was still honestly waiting, Frena, the rookie secretary who was quite serious about her work, had already set off.

Don't look at her mediocre appearance, exuding a kind of "rustic" all over her body, and she looks a little afraid of life on weekdays, but her heart is full of desire for excitement.

As soon as she left the Ministry of Magic, she stepped on her broomstick and put a crudely rough phantom charm on herself.

Immediately, she soared into the sky, and at the same time glanced down at the positioning disk.

"Huh?"

Before she could fly far, she stared at the positioning disk dumbfounded—she had already entered the wand registration code of "Marka McLean" just now, why didn't she even have half of the positioning point?

Yes, it was a small mistake Scrimgeour made in a hurry. If it were to be another secretary with a little more experience, he would naturally choose to go to Hogwarts and not cause any more trouble to our minister.

It's a pity that Scrimgeour made the mistake this time was to pick the wrong person.

"What to do...... Should I go back to the wand registry and double-check? Frena hung in the air, muttering to herself with a tangled expression, "No, I confirmed with my own eyes just now, and the registration code must be correct......

Suddenly, she thought about it again and said:

"That'...... Or go to Hogwarts? There's a good chance Mr. McLean is over there...... No, no, no, no! If you can find him directly at Hogwarts, then why did Mr. Minister go out of his way to ask me to 'deliver it to Marca McLean'? ”

After a moment of trouble, Frena, who was quite clever and self-conscious, seemed to think of something, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"That's right! Didn't you just say that there was a creature in the center of London that seemed to be a Dementor? Why don't you just go there and check it out? Mr. McLean's words will definitely be there! ”