Someone grabbed a nearby fixture.

Some people remember themselves as a sorcerer and cast spells to protect themselves.

Others grabbed their companions by the hands and feet, dragged them along, and slid away together.

Barely under the impact of the rushing water, several wizards who remained in place looked at Harry in shock.

Is that how the spell is lifted?

It's for you to return the money and put the water from the fountain into the pool, not to flood the Ministry of Magic.

Ding-dong - the elevator stops over there.

A squad of Aurors rushed out.

They waved their wands, and were fairly well trained, and the water without any magical effect was almost quickly sobered up by them, leaving them with a "dead fish".

"Mr. Potter." Scrimgeour stepped on the wet floor and spoke, interspersed with the sound of sticky footsteps, and his tone was low and muffled, "What are you doing, are you going to destroy the Ministry of Magic?" ”

"I'm just collecting debts." Harry waved his hand, taking a closer look at the statue in the middle of the pool.

Scrimgeour was stunned.

On the way to get the news and hurry, he thought that maybe Mr. Potter and Minister Fudge were not having a very pleasant conversation, so Mr. Potter wanted to vent.

I also thought that Mr. Potter might really be like the rumors within the Ministry of Magic, who had been hiding deeply, and now finally couldn't control his nature

I didn't think it would be Mr. Porter who would be a "debt collector".

"Debt collection?" Scrimgeur's courage and indomitable momentum were slightly shattered by this group of words, "Mr. Potter, I don't really understand what you mean. ”

Harry turned his head and looked at him, "You don't know? ”

"Legnark fled, and the Ministry of Magic closed its blacksmith shop, but it didn't plan to give me the dividends it had previously received."

Scrimgeour was silent, he really didn't know there was such a thing.

"Fudge doesn't plan to give it to me, so I'll have to do it myself." Harry's tone was helpless.

"Mr. Potter, even if the Ministry of Magic hasn't given you the money yet, it can't." Scrimgeour struggled to speak.

Harry interrupted him, "You mean to make me well-behaved and willingly suffer?" ”

"Because it's the Ministry of Magic, it's reasonable that Fudge doesn't pay back the money?"

If Scrimgeour still wants to speak, he has to quibble.

"Director Scrimgeour, this has nothing to do with your Auror office." Harry continued, "Either you help a normal little wizard get what he deserves, or you act like you can't see anything." ”

Behind Scrimgeour, an Auror's face distorted.

Ordinary little wizards?

Mr. Potter, how embarrassed are you to say such a thing?

"Of course, you can also try to block it." Harry tilted his head to look at him, looking innocent, "Join forces with Fudge and bully me, an innocent, lonely little wizard who is owed money." ”

As he spoke, he paused.

"Little Hangleston's butcher, you put it on my head, didn't you?"

"As a courtesy, I should probably pay you back?"

"How's the butcher of Lendinium?"

"Oh, it doesn't seem to work, the area of Londinium is too big, should you reduce it a little more, what do you think, what do you think is better?"

What does it mean to return one?

Is it polite to do that?

No, no, no, it's rude to just think so

Many of the old Aurors flinched, their honest steps back, and they took several steps back, though they still held their wands, but the tip of the wand did not dare to aim at the little wizard, and turned away and pointed away.

The new Aurors, who had just joined the company and had just passed the training, didn't understand why the old staff were like this.

But there's nothing wrong with learning from them and learning from them.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, maybe you are right, you are defending your rights and getting your interests back, if I were a minister, I would be willing to give you justice, no, I wouldn't have let these unfair things happen in the first place." ”

"But I'm the head of the Auror Office, I'm an official of the Ministry of Magic, and I've to, I have to, I have to be on the side of the Ministry."

In and out of the words, he was hinting at something.

As he spoke, he raised his wand and aimed it at Harry.

Harry smiled lightly, "Mr. Scrimgeour."

"Except for your weapons!"

He slowly drew his wand and aimed it at him, reciting the incantation slowly.

Scrimgeour didn't have time to dodge the slow spell when he was hit, his wand came out of his hand, flew behind him, and slammed into a man's face.

Harry waved his wand again.

A curtain was torn down and flew over, tying Scrimgeour as strong as a mummy.

"You're cute." Harry complimented him.

Scrimgeour struggled "hmm", but his mouth was gagged and he couldn't say anything.

The Aurors looked at each other.

What's the matter with your own director, he didn't resist at all?

Harry waved his wand again, and the statues in the fountain were dismantled, piece by piece, flying into his pocket.

"Tell Fudge." Harry turned to Scrimgeour and continued, "If you want to redeem this thing, bring me the money you owe, interest, and compensation, and I'll wait for him at Hogwarts for a month at most. ”

"If he doesn't come in a month, I'll pack these things up and sell them to Gringotts."

"If I don't get the money, interest, and compensation I should have paid after selling, I will visit the Ministry of Magic again."

Harry raised his hand and reached for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore grabbed his wrist.

There was a crisp snap, and the two of them phantom away.

After a few minutes of the spacious hall, it was not until a new wizard came out of the fireplace that he looked at the familiar, yet somewhat unfamiliar place, and let out a burst of exclamation that made it noisy again.

"Director!"

"Mr. Scrimgeour!"

Only then did the Aurors react, and they rushed over, trying to solve their leaders' problems.

Before they passed.

Scrimgeur's rope fell off and turned back into a curtain and fell to the ground, and he reached out and a man ran over and handed him back his wand.

"Potter," an Auror clenched his fists.

Scrimgeour interrupted, "No, it's not about Mr. Potter. ”

"It's Fudge's problem."

Minister?

Some people don't have a brain reaction.

Some people suddenly realized, clenched their fists, and their faces were full of excitement.

Fudge's approval ratings dropped, Ludo Bagman ran away, Barty Crouch died, and there weren't many people who qualified to compete for the position of Minister of Magic.

Umbridge, the senior undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, is one, but her chances of becoming the Minister of Magic are small, even less than Dumbledore's brains and the chance of starting to prepare for suicide, she has almost no support in the Ministry of Magic, and it is all up to Fudge to become the undersecretary.

Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is one, but she's a bit too old to retire in ten years at most, and the Ministry of Magic needs a mature but young enough minister.

Rufus Scrimgeour is a good fit.

He is not very old, he was born in 68, and he is only twenty-seven years old this year, but he is very good, both his resume and personal morality have been recognized by a large number of people. He is so mature that it is hard to believe that he is not yet thirty years old.

Fudge is good at office fights, and other than that, he doesn't have anything that he is good at.

As one of the few departments in the Ministry of Magic that really needs to be worked on, the Auror Office has long looked at the fool Fudge as unpleasant.

Every day, he points fingers, talks about some illusory high-mindedness, talks about credit, grabs faster than anyone else, and when it comes to sins, he shirks them cleanly.

They looked at their leaders expectantly.

What does this phrase mean

Finally swinging a knife at Fudge?

"Mr. Scrimthour?" Someone asked tentatively.

With a wave of his wand, Scrimgeour rehung the veil: "Inform Mr. Umbridge to clean up this place." ”

"We now have to report to the Minister because of his incompetence and negligence that has left Mr. Potter to collect his debts."

He paused.

"There is no law that says wizards cannot collect debts from the Ministry of Magic, nor what methods should be used to collect debts, Minister Fudge has to give an explanation for this, otherwise our Ministry of Magic will be disgraced by him."

Grimmauld Place.

Dumbledore and Harry appear in the corner.

"I didn't expect you to be like this." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "What do you think?" ”

"That's what the Ministry of Magic looks to be the most valuable." Harry replied.

"It's a very symbolic statue." Dumbledore sighed softly, "The Fountain of the Magical Brothers, a symbol of the friendship between humans and the Fantastic Beast race. ”

Harry glanced at him, "If the centaurs hear you, they'll come out of the Forbidden Forest, pat you with a slam and kick out all the cockroaches you've eaten in your head." ”

"Cockroach piles don't eat into their brains." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry was expressionless: "But your brain will attract them." ”

"Except for human wizards, there will only be male wizards who like that statue, and witches who have the ability will not like it."

Dumbledore scoffed, "Harry, let me tell you, when Minerva was younger, she said more than once that she wanted to blow up that fountain with a spell!" How can a witch be like this. ”

"And Pomona, even someone as good-natured as she would be angry at the mention of that statue."

"I'll have to ask them for credit when school starts." Harry nodded.

"Minerva isn't young anymore." Dumbledore shook his head, "she"

Harry interrupted her, "I'll tell Professor McGonagall that you're talking about, too, because you're old." ”

"I didn't mean that." Dumbledore pleaded.

Harry followed his emotional tone, "Minerva isn't young anymore. ”

"Harry, you can't take it out of context." Dumbledore followed him into the house.

"I didn't, don't worry, I won't change a word of this sentence." Upon entering, Harry lowered his voice.

No one was worried about Harry's "trial", except for Hermione.

None of them thought Harry would suffer, let alone Dumbledore still following him.

It was noisy until the evening, and unexpected people visited.

There are also two guaranteed chapters in the evening