Pansy suddenly discovers that what she needs to care about in Marcus Flint's letter may not be what Marcus intended.

Because compared to Marcus, who she didn't know very well, the performance of Iruli, who had just met but had a deeper relationship than the former, was obviously more of a benchmark for how she chose to reply to the letter.

"Iluri she...... Why did you tell Marcus about my relationship with her? What's in it for her? If the Flint family finds out......"

As soon as Pansy thought of this, Pansy was puzzled. It's just that after seeing Iruli's wit many times, she doesn't think that the other party will make such a low-level mistake.

So, what happened to Illuria after she returned to the Flint house?

The more she thought about it, the more Pansy realized that Marcus's letter really couldn't be easily replied to. So much so that she still thought about this question after returning from her walk until she went to the auditorium for dinner.

However, compared to Pansy's struggles, Maca has a lot more to think about at the moment.

In the face of the basilisk to Helbo's role and Martin's subsequent actions, the accident of Eruli's captivity can only be regarded as a personal problem that was born out of the plan.

Of course, since Pansy had muddied the water, Maca's side would be in a difficult position, and Helbo's side would certainly be in the same situation.

And in a situation like this, where both parties are inconvenient to act easily, it is equivalent to standing on the bright side of Maca with some advantages.

So, now he doesn't have to worry.

"What's going on here?"

At breakfast time, Maca saw Pansy's musingly uncertain expression, and knew that the Slytherin girl must have had some problem again.

Soon, however, he turned his gaze back and did not distract Pansy.

Because......

"Marka, I heard you're going to be interviewed by the Daily Prophet today with the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur?"

I don't know where Slughorn got the news, but the matter was just settled yesterday afternoon, and the fat old man already knew about it.

I have to say that once a person lives for a long time, he will naturally know more and more people, not to mention a guy like Slughorn who likes to run a social circle.

"Yes! There was an interview, and it took place in the conference hall of the Ministry of Magic. ”

Maca turned her head and smiled at Slughorn.

"If it weren't for the professor, you still have to teach the students on time, I would have wanted to call you with me - I know that you are still good at this kind of work to guide public opinion, at least much more convincing than a young man like me!"

"Oops!" The old man laughed and said, "It's okay, it's enough for you to have this heart!" ”

However, Maca had to shake secretly.

Slughorn is certainly "good at showmanship", but if it is something that requires risk, the fat old man may not be interested.

So, if Maca had told him that the subject of this interview would most likely be targeted by someone...... Slughorn probably won't even have time to hide!

……

As mentioned earlier, the Ministry of Magic is currently under martial law, and almost everyone entering and leaving is subject to a fairly strict set of checks.

But even so, Scrimgeour was still not reassured.

After all, the disappearance of the dungeon prisoners is not a big deal, but it also represents an oversight of the Ministry of Magic's defenses. And this kind of situation of letting others come and go freely is obviously not the first time Scrimgeour has taken office.

Considering the final days of his tenure as Minister at Cornelius Fudge, Scrimge's fears that he will be in such a desperate situation when the Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix suddenly moved to the Ministry of Magic, causing chaos in the Ministry.

Because of this, when he repeatedly noticed that something was wrong, he immediately pondered the corresponding countermeasures like a frightened bird.

It's a pity that in terms of talent as the Minister of Magic, he is obviously still lacking.

When he couldn't think of a reason, he could only do his old job and take out the skills he had when he was the head of the Auror Office.

So in fact, the current security check process and the on-duty plan of various departments in the ministry are actually jointly formulated by him and Kingsley.

On the other hand, things like "an interview with the Daily Prophet" were actually the ideas that Maca gave him in the head when he replied to Kingsley's letter.

That morning, Scrimgeour arrived at his office early, and began to wonder with a lot of anxiety which one would come first, Marka or the reporter.

Not far from Scrimgeur's desk, Kingsley sat on the couch facing the secretary of the minister, neither of them knowing what to say.

Kingsley, of course, knew what Maca was thinking, and he even knew that Maca had come up with the real purpose of the interview.

Clearly, however, he had neither the need nor the possibility of revealing these things to Scrimgeour.

As for the minister's secretary across from Kingsley, he simply had nothing to say, because even Scrimthour, the minister, was still working for the Ministry of Magic...... Or rather, he was worried about his future.

McKellen ...... Haven't arrived yet? ”

Since Scrimgeour was afraid to turn on the line connecting the Ministry of Magic in the Floo network at will, neither Maca nor the Reporter would come directly from the fireplace in his office. Unable to find out about Maca's arrival in the first place, Scrimgeour could only ask outside again and again if he had arrived.

"I'll ask again......"

Although this was the third time Scrimgeour had asked the question, Kingsley did not remind or complain, and even had to get up again to understand the situation for him.

But this time, before Kingsley could stand up, he was stopped by the secretary of the minister opposite.

"I'll come and go this time! Shackle, you are here to accompany Mr. Scrimgeur, at least more reassuring than if I were here. ”

After whispering a word to Kingsley, he nodded at Scrimgeour and turned to the door.

“…… In fact, Jim's words are also reassuring to me. ”

Scrimgeour watched his number one secretary leave the office, and only after the other party had gone out did he turn his head in the direction of Kingsley.

When Kingsley heard this, he had to shrug his shoulders helplessly.

"You should have said it when he could hear it!"

"Oh...... I think so. ”

Scrimgeour blinked in a daze, then took a big sip from his teacup, not even caring if it was already cold.

To be honest, as the situation in the British wizarding world becomes more and more uncertain, the pressure on him as a minister is indeed very high. And because he couldn't think of any countermeasures to relieve the pressure with his brain, by now, he felt that he couldn't bear it.

"Shakel, do you think I'm okay like this? Doesn't it seem a little unspirited? If I had been photographed and published in the newspapers, people would not have thought that I was not qualified for the post of minister, would they? ”

As he spoke, Scrimgeour couldn't help but pick up the round mirror that was buckled upside down in the corner of the table, and straightened his hair and clothes in front of the mirror.

Kingsley watched speechlessly as he went about his job there, but he didn't fail to understand the pressure from the other party - the position of Minister of Magic was not a good one, but the responsibility and pressure were really not small, especially in this uncertain situation.

Thinking that he might also be pushed to the throne by Maca in the future, he also had to start hesitating.

However, just as the atmosphere in the office was getting a little heavy as Scrimgeour tossed, several knocks rang out at the door, causing him to finally put the round mirror in his hand down again.

"Ahem...... Scrimgeour cleared his throat before he said aloud, "Please come in!" ”

As the words fell, the door to the minister's office was opened from the outside, and two figures walked in from the door. One of them led the way was Jim, the minister's secretary, who had just gone out, and behind him was a tall witch.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Secretary Scrimthourge," said the witch with a reserved smile and a soft tone, "I am Betty Braithwaite, a political and economic columnist for the Daily Prophet...... Oh, because I just switched from the international column, so you probably haven't seen me much yet. But ......"

As she was talking, she suddenly chuckled again, and said meaningfully:

"I think you must be familiar with my colleague Rita Skeeter, but I have to say that my interview style is completely different from hers, and please rest assured, Mr. Minister."

She said this obviously to draw a line with that unscrupulous colleague, and by the way, to let Scrimgeour know that she is not the kind of journalist who can write anything for the sake of gimmicks.

It's just that, although Scrimgeour can't know what kind of person she is from these few sentences, since she can deliberately bring up Rita Skeeter for comparison, maybe she is really a journalist with professional ethics.

"Oh, that's great!" Scrimgeour immediately stood up and gestured with his hand, "Please sit down for a moment!" When Mr. McLean arrives, the interview will begin. ”

"No hurry," the female reporter Betty saw this, and suddenly pointed to the door behind her, "My photographer is still waiting outside the door, I wonder if Mr. Minister can let him come in and rest?" ”

"Photographer? Absolutely, of course! Then—"

Before Scrimgeour could finish speaking, he saw another person walk in outside the door, and greeted him briskly:

"Hello, Mr. Scrimgeour...... Yours has a good tie, where did you buy it? ”

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