Scrimgeour shouldn't be nervous.

But he had only learned that Dumbledore and Harry had gone to see Grindelwald yesterday and had stayed at Newmengard for one night.

Now in the wizarding world, three of the most powerful people meet.

No country's Ministry of Magic can sleep.

In particular, before Dumbledore called him over, his own Aurors received information that Grindelwald was angry.

So.

What happened last night?

"Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Potter?" Scrimgeour asked cautiously as he mentally typed his manuscript.

"Why did you suddenly change your name to call me Potter?" Harry looked at him.

Scrimgeour craned.

The two on the other side raised their wands at the same time, examining him.

"Oh, it's Rufus." Dumbledore nodded.

"The breath is fine." Harry lowered his wand as well.

Scrimgeour was startled, lowered his head, and stammered: "You went to Grindelwald yesterday and stayed there for one night, which frightened a lot of people." ”

He took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "I wonder what you guys discussed?" ”

Harry nodded at the table, "It's just a reminiscence." ”

"There was some discussion, why Voldemort was so small as a dark wizard, Grindelwald finally knew how to hook up with some high-ranking people, but Tom would only hook up with old women."

Dumbledore coughed twice.

Scrimgeour had a strange expression, he didn't think of Dumbledore, but Harry's words carried too much information.

Originally

Is Grindelwald the same person?

"I also borrowed his heavenly eye and asked about Voldemort." Harry continued, "Rest assured, Grindelwald won't be out of the cage. ”

Scrimgeour opened his mouth and sighed.

Obviously, he only came out today, and he beat up his own people.

Because he disobeyed Sinkenes' orders, the funds of the Auror office were cut extremely hard, and the compensation had to be made up by his own wallet.

"How's the Ministry of Magic doing?" Harry asked him.

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became cheerful: "It's better than before, Sinkenness has almost no approval rating now, and his brain and vision can't play with the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Now just wait for an opportunity, wait for one thing, pull him off the horse."

He looked at Harry expectantly.

"Professor Dumbledore and I want to visit the Department of Occult Affairs." Harry ignored his gaze and spoke directly.

Scrimgeour looked stunned and frowned, "You also want to visit?" ”

"Also?" Harry got to the point.

Scrimgeour nodded, "Sinkenness has been clamoring for the Department of Mysteries to be included in the Wizard's authority lately, and it's been very unpleasant. ”

The Department of Mysteries is part of the Ministry of Magic, but has been outside of power since its inception, and is run by the Department of Mysteries alone, with little presence other than asking the Ministry of Magic for a large amount of money every month and year.

Even within the Ministry of Magic, very few people have ever been to the Department of Mysteries, not knowing the significance of its existence or what they are studying.

But there is no doubt that it is important.

"Actually, there are many Ministers of Magic who are interested in the Department of Mysteries, but none of them have made such a big fuss as Sinkenes." Scrimgeour shook his legs, his tone a little uneasy, "There are voices within the Department of Mysteries that agree with Hinkness, and nothing like this has happened before. ”

"I've investigated."

"You should be able to think of the results."

"It's those Silent Men who are still Death Eaters, they're fueling the trouble."

Harry frowned and interrupted him, "You say so much to express that the Department of Mysteries doesn't welcome outsiders right now. ”

Scrimgeour nodded: "Now the Department of Mysteries has stopped any visitors, they are arguing internally, and if they want to visit, I'm afraid they will have to wait at least half a month, or even until I find an opportunity, to pull Sinkenis down." ”

Harry asked him, "Why don't you just catch those Death Eaters, they should have the Dark Mark on their arms." ”

"The Department of Mysteries is autonomous." Scrimgeour emphasized.

Harry nodded, "At least the Department of Mysteries knows that it shouldn't give anything really important to the Ministry of Magic." ”

Scrimgeour tilted his head, not refuting.

Harry waved his wand and a letter floated out of the Sorting Hat and landed in Scrimgeur's hand: "This is my message, help me pass it on to the Department of Mysteries, I'll visit you tomorrow." ”

"Harry, I'll hand it over for you." Scrimgeour took it, tucking the letter into his pocket as he added emphatically, "But they won't necessarily take it, and they won't have to."

Harry's tone was calm, interrupting him, "I gave them face. ”

"Etiquette is still out, you should know."

Scrimgeour froze, looking at him with a grudge.

Oh yes, how did I forget what kind of person Mr. Potter was?

Scrimgeour didn't stay for dinner, he hurried back, the Aurors' office has been very busy lately, there is a lot of work, and Sinkenes always gives them a lot of tasks every day, and some of them can't shirk - they have already checked Downing Street five times this week, so they need to communicate with that there and set up an additional office for them.

"Harry, Grindelwald suggested we come back to the Department of Mysteries at the end of July." Dumbledore got up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and watched Scrimgeour hurry.

"He can suggest." Harry nodded, "I'll listen too, but that won't delay me from visiting tomorrow." ”

After dark, in Malfoy Manor.

Sinkenes reported the day to Voldemort.

"Dumbledore and Potter staying overnight at Grindelwald?" Voldemort sat on the couch, flipping through the pages, "Potter is going to have a mandatory visit to the Department of Mysteries tomorrow. ”

Sinkenes nodded: "Scrimgeour helped Mr. Potter deliver the post, and it is said that he had a big fight with the people of the Department of Mysteries, and the quarrel broke up. ”

"The Department of Mysteries probably won't"

Voldemort waved his hand: "No, it doesn't matter what the Department of Mysteries thinks. ”

"In this regard, I am good, Potter is good, even Dumbledore, Grindelwald, we are the same, what we want to get, no one can stop us."

"Potter said he'd go tomorrow, and he'd go."

Sinkenes cautiously asked, "I've been making a bit of a fuss lately, could it be that Potter has found out what his master wants?" ”

What Voldemort was going to do, he didn't tell him.

But it was clear to all Death Eaters that Voldemort had something he wanted from the Department of Mysteries, but it was not clear what it was.

"Really?" Voldemort closed the book and threw it away, and it floated and flew to the side of the cabinet, "Let me think." ”

After a while.

He opened his scarlet eyes: "My dear child. ”

In the corner, Barty Crouch Jr. stepped forward: "Father, I'm here." ”

"Tell me about the night the Lord died." Voldemort commanded.

Crouch immediately began to speak softly.

He wasn't there that day, but he could see through other people's eyes what was going on over there, and these were all preparations just in case, and they came in handy right now.

When it came to "Avalon", Voldemort beckoned: "Potter is very important to Avalon?" ”

Crouch nodded: "Yes, father, Potter cares a lot about Avalon, his little girlfriend, who used to spend more than half a year looking for all kinds of materials for him. ”

"Dumbledore and Grindelwald also searched for Avalon." Voldemort whispered, "Of course, I've looked for it too, and I've been in. ”

"Let me look for it again."

He waved his hand.

Meditation basins and several bottles with silver threads flew in.

The memories of the Horcruxes were not interconnected, and Voldemort had anticipated the death of his main soul, leaving behind many memories that he felt were important to prepare for his new life.

Voldemort picked one out, dipped it in a meditation basin, and buried his head in it.

"Same eyes." Soon, Voldemort pulled his head out, his eyes surprised, "The same eyes as Harry Potter." ”

"A young man, not black-haired, white-haired, with two swords on his back, just like Harry."

"But there's a dark-haired woman next to him."

"Which of them would be the ancestor of the Potter family?"

Crouch didn't speak, knowing full well that Voldemort wasn't asking him a question.

Voldemort put away the basin of memory and meditation: "Do you know what the way to enter Avalon is?" ”

"Neither Grindelwald nor Dumbledore could get in."

"They are not as great as I am, and they can only enter Avalon if they are above death."

Crouch looked up, his eyes burning and looking wistfully at his true father.

"Potter probably doesn't care what I want from the Department of Mysteries." Voldemort held out his hand and tapped his cheek, "Let me guess what he thinks." ”

"He probably thought I was going to hide a Horcrux in Avalon?"

"It's naïve to think that unless you're as great as me, you can't get into Avalon, and if I put the Horcruxes there, I'm burying myself myself."

"Maybe it's because of those eyes?"

"There is not a single book, not a single legend, that Potter has discovered something in his family's history?"

The more he continued, the more affirmative his tone became.

"I'm afraid he wants to use the power of the Hall of Death, even if it is for a short time, to gain the power above death, so as to enter Avalon?" Voldemort's eyes lit up, and his tone became excited, "Looks like we have to prepare, go to Avalon before him, Potter and Dumbledore have to separate"

"It's a great opportunity."

He stood up and clapped his hands briskly: "Let's get ready." ”

"Perhaps, this will be the only chance you will ever have to get close to the Promised Land."

"Sinx, help me keep an eye on Potter, if he's going to the Hall of the Dead, remember to bring the news back in time, remember to be in time."

Sinkenis shuddered, nodded in agreement.

There should only be these two chapters today

Stick, May is a month of struggle, Labor Day hard codeword!

(End of chapter)