The meeting with Scrimgeour was three days later.

They were sitting on a bench in a small park in London, Dumbledore had been notified directly by Scrimgeour. In today's situation, this is the only way to keep it a little secret.

Everyone knew that the Ministry of Magic was not a safe place, and that there were many people willing to tell Voldemort about their meeting.

"Rufus, long time no see." Dumbledore grabbed a pinch of breadcrumbs from a small bag and scattered it, and couldn't help but smile as he watched a flock of pigeons flapping their wings and snatching them.

"Long time no see, Dumbledore." Scrimgeur, on the other hand, sat down directly next to Dumbledore with a serious face, frowned, and said, "You're really interested." ”

"It's not going to get any worse, are they?" Dumbledore said, "We need to have some fun and relieve our stress." ”

"Your way is to feed the pigeons?"

"Of course not, it's just a temporary pastime while waiting for you. You know, candy makes me happy. ”

"Okay......" Scrimgeour decided not to continue the conversation, and said directly, "let's get straight to the point...... What do you think of cutting off some of the mysterious people's forces and capturing those hateful werewolves? ”

"I'd love to, Rufus, that we really shouldn't let the situation get any worse." Dumbledore put away the pouch and said calmly.

"Very well, then I hope you and the people of the Order of the Phoenix are ......"

"I'm sorry, I had to interrupt you." Dumbledore said, "Do you mean we act together?" ”

"Do you have other ideas?" Scrimgeour frowned, and his tone darkened.

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm just afraid that those people at the Order of the Phoenix will cause you trouble, Rufus. You know, neither Sirius nor Alastor are very happy to be commanded......"

Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore, whose face was calm, as if to read his inner thoughts. After a while, he spoke: "It is very reasonable for the Ministry of Magic to lead this operation. ”

Dumbledore nodded and said, "I agree with this very much and am willing to give all my help for this." But in terms of the details of the operation, I think there are some things that need to be discussed......"

"You don't know yet, we have a dragon to fight."

"Dragons?"

"Yes, a Norwegian spinback dragon."

"Can anyone make the dragon obedient?" Scrimgeour's eyes flickered, "It takes three or four people to control a dragon...... Wait a minute! Scamander is back? ”

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded with a smile on his face, "He and his family have traveled to the United States before, but Newt, my old friend, would be happy to help us at such times." ”

Scrimgeour took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore with wandering eyes, but for a moment all that was left was watery calm. He nodded lightly and said, "With Mr. Scamander's help, there is indeed no problem...... So your idea is, let that dragon take the lead? ”

"That's right, it's going to reduce our losses a lot." Dumbledore said.

"yes, that's right...... So how do we make sure we can use that dragon to its full potential? Those disgusting werewolves don't get together. ”

"That's a real problem." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before adding, "Maybe you can beat them up first so that they have to get together?" ”

"I can get all the fighters from the Ministry of Magic to be dispatched, and you can also get the Order of the Phoenix to join in and drive those werewolves together." "It should be easier to do than it used to be." You shouldn't know yet, there is a group of foreign wandering werewolves smuggled in, and their actions will definitely not be so fast, and we will have many opportunities. ”

"Really? That's great! Dumbledore clapped his hands and said with some excitement, "Then there's only one question left: where are we going to choose the final battlefield?" ”

"How's the North? In the valley outside the Dark Forest, set up an anti-phantom migration spell in advance, and guard the intersection to the Dark Forest, which can easily wipe them out! Scrimgeour snapped, his eyes sharpening, and he looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded lightly and said, "I'm in favor of, Rufus, just follow your plan...... However, I don't think it is necessary to have the people of the Order of the Phoenix join the battle sequence of the Ministry of Magic, they all have free souls. ”

"And they're going to stop the Death Eaters. IMHO, there may be no one in the Ministry of Magic who will be a match for Stride and Lestrange. ”

Hearing this, Scrimgeour glanced at Dumbledore deeply, his face was very calm, and he couldn't see a trace of expression. Dumbledore looked back with a faint smile and no evasion.

"Yes." It was quiet for a long time before Scrimgeour slowly spat out a word. Then he got up and tidied up his robe slightly.

"So, the plan starts in two days?"

"I have no opinion."

"Good." After another deep look at Dumbledore, Scrimgeour directly apparitioned away, and by the way, the pigeons in the square were scattered in all directions.

Dumbledore sat on the bench for a while, watching the pigeons gradually return. He took out the pouch and opened it, reaching out and grabbing it. After a pause, he spilled the rest of the breadcrumbs. The pigeons gathered with their wings flapping, but Dumbledore stood up and walked slowly out of the square.

As soon as I left the square, I stopped again. He saw an old man with gray hair standing quietly on the side of the street, with a worn suitcase at his feet, smiling and waving at him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Newt." Dumbledore came up to Newt and gave him a cordial hug, "You had no idea how happy I was when I heard that you were back!" ”

"Rove was still at Hogwarts, and I happened to meet the Weasley kid in Romania and came back." Newt replied.

"So...... Tina doesn't know about this? Dumbledore's expression was a little strange, and he looked Newt up and down, and asked, "Or how long have you been running out?" ”

"More than a month." Newt smiled innocently, lifted the suitcase on the ground, and snapped the buckle that popped up at some point, "Better, Queenie invited her over...... And I always want to see my old friends one last time. With that, he looked at Dumbledore's intact right hand and asked, "How much longer?" ”

"A year? Maybe shorter? Dumbledore said indifferently, reaching out and grabbing Newt's arm, and said, "Don't talk about that, I still have plenty of time." ”

"But you, really don't think about changing the box? How many years has this been, fifty years? ”

"Almost......"

Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the two disappeared in place.