Scrimgeour hurried into Hogwarts through the snow and anxiously found Calvin in his office.

At this time, Calvin is immersed in bloodline and magic, and he plans to cure Ginny Wesley as soon as possible.

"Mr. Capet!" Scrimgeour shouted, glancing uneasily at Calvin's assistant, Bassida.

Calvin glanced up at the shivering lion and told Bassida to clean up the African tree snake on the table, then waved his hand to dry the snow off Scrimgeur.

"What's going on? Makes you so upset. Calvin smiled and handed Scrimgeour a cup of coffee.

Scrimgeour took the cup and said to Calvin with a solemn face, "Mr. Capet, Cornelius has been very close to Miss Bones lately. They intended to meddle in Mr. Malfoy's trial. ”

"Fudge—" Calvin pinched his eyebrows, a little tired, "Looks like he's still restless." ”

Scrimgeour was also helpless, although he had overridden Fudge and exercised ministerial power in his place, he was never able to intervene in the Wizengamot, which brought Fudge and Amelia Bones together.

"Mr. Capet, what do you think we should do now?"

Instead of answering him directly, Calvin asked, "Rufus, what do you think should be done to solve this matter?" ”

"Mr. Capet, I don't understand," Scrimgeour said, puzzled, "why are you harboring Malfoy, a Death Eater. Eliminating the Death Eaters was the unanimous advocacy of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot. ”

"Do you think so too?" Calvin put down his coffee and raised his voice slightly.

Scrimgeour hesitated, then nodded.

"When you look at a problem, you should look beyond the surface and think about the essence of it." Calvin was not angry at Scrimgeur's disobedience, but instead controlled a cloud of smoke in the air to form the likeness of Lucius and himself.

"All you see is Lucius as a Death Eater, and I'm going to shield him. But have you ever wondered why it took so many years for Lucius' Death Eater identity to be revealed? ”

Scrimgeour's face turned pale instantly, but he quickly shook his head and said in a trembling voice: "No, I don't understand~"

"Well, looks like you've guessed why, you're smart, Rufus." Calvin nodded in satisfaction.

Scrimgeour sat down in his chair as if he had been pulled to the bone, and after a moment said, "No, Mr. Capet, that's not true. ”

"Unfortunately, all of this is true. Voltaic ......"

"No, don't say that name!" Scrimgeour screamed.

Calvin glanced at him and said firmly, "Voldemort is back, or he's coming back." ”

Hearing this, Scrimgeour gasped for breath, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Lucius Malfoy was the spy I picked out to infiltrate Lord Voldemort. It's a pity that he's useless now, but I promised him to keep him and his family safe. So I have to fulfill my promise. ”

"No, that's not the point," Scrimgeour stood up suddenly, "If, I mean if, the mystery man does come back, then we should think about what to do with him first." ”

He looked at Calvin, "Mr. Capet, I don't think Fudge has the power to lead the Ministry of Magic against the Mysteries. ”

Calvin sighed, not responding to Scrimgeur's eager gaze, "I can't do that, I'm just a senior advisor to the Ministry of Magic, not even a member of the Wezengamot." I have no influence among that group of pure-blood nobles. Besides, Dumbledore is still here, and he won't agree to me doing that. ”

Scrimgeour was a little unwilling, and continued to persuade, "But as long as you succeed, Headmaster Dumbledore won't say anything. ”

"You don't have to say more." Calvin interrupted Scrimgeur, "I have my own plans, if Fudge wants to make trouble, let him do it." Lucius, I'll save it too. As for you, I can only tell you that following me, I won't let you suffer. ”

With that, Calvin left the office.

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Three days later, at ten o'clock in the morning, Lucius entered the tenth courtroom punctually with heavy shackles.

This was the first time he had been here, and more than a decade ago, he had escaped trial by opening his way through the Golden Galleon. However, this time, after all, it did not escape.

Lucius smiled bitterly, and although Calvin had promised him several times that he would keep him and his family safe, Calvin had not shown up when he had entered the courtroom.

Forget it, as long as he can protect Draco.

Lucius was dragged to the center of the courtroom, where he sat down on a chair, and two chains rose from the armrests to tie him firmly.

He looked up, and on the benches in front of him, there were many black figures. They were about fifty people, dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest.

At the front of the crowd was a comically fat man, dressed in a traditional wizard's robe, staring angrily at himself.

It's Fudge. Lucius said in his heart.

He also had a good relationship with Fudge before, and often donated money to Fudge, so that his reputation was constantly whitewashed. But now it seems that Fudge probably won't take those Garons to heart.

Sitting next to Fudge was a rather dignified lady whom Lucius knew, Amelia Bones, a member of a twenty-eight pure-blood family, who was somewhat related to himself.

Lucius glanced around the first row of the crowd and couldn't find the Scrimgeur, which made him even more panicked and kept searching through the crowd. Eventually, he found Scrimgeour in the last row of the auditorium, sitting with Sirius, both of them looking ugly.

"Don't look around, suspects!" Fudge on the bench slammed the hammer and reprimanded loudly, as if trying to deter Lucius in this way.

Lucius, however, snorted disdainfully at him. In his opinion, Fudge is really a stupid pig. Neither the Dark Lord, nor Calvin nor Dumbledore could fight against Fudge. Calvin is kind enough to help him deal with the Dark Lord, but Fudge is greedy for power and wants to deal with Calvin.

He is not far from death.

Fudge was annoyed by Lucius's contempt, and his fat face flushed. He slammed the hammer down on his hand, "Malfoy, what kind of attitude do you have, do you know who you are?" ”

Lucius still showed disdain and did not answer Fudge's question. Fudge had to start the trial in embarrassment.

"The trial of December 10," said Fudge in a loud voice, as Umbridge busily began to take notes, "to try Lucius Malfoy for the crimes of November 16, 1992."

"Interrogators: Connelly Fudge, Minister of Magic; Trial Log: Amelia Bones. ”