In the office, the discussion was boiling.

They looked at Sinkenes with different eyes.

But not as complicated as Stringer.

This. It can't be something that Sinkenes can do, he doesn't have such a smart brain, he doesn't have the courage to break the boat, how could he, a puppet minister who was promoted by Voldemort, make the most beneficial choice at such a time.

He stared at Sinkenes' left arm, who was still giving an impassioned speech.

There are no Dark Magic markings on it.

He had wanted to raid the Department of Mysteries today, capture the two Death Eaters, and then force Sinkenis to give way, even if he couldn't catch the correspondence between him and Malfoy Manor, just relying on the testimony of these Death Eaters would be enough to convict Sinkenis - after all, there were Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore standing behind him.

But now, this road is not easy to follow.

Sinkenis was one step ahead of himself, he took the Death Eaters and he "convicted" himself.

Especially the last sentence.

"I've always stood with Mr. Dumbledore and Potter first, and stood on the front line against Voldemort."

Almost pointing at his nose and calling himself a lackey of "Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore", this kind of level of words, can Sinkenis say?

You can become the Minister of Magic.

But like before, the idea of becoming an iron-blooded minister and holding almost 100% real power by fighting the Death Eaters was completely frustrated because of that sentence.

Scrimgeour glanced at the officials in the room.

They were celebrating Voldemort's death, moved by Sinkenes' honesty, or cheering for themselves

But he knew it.

These people are now thinking about the question of whether the Ministry of Magic is the Ministry of Magic for their wizards, or the Ministry of Magic for Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore. ”

O wretched man.

"Rufus, Rufus." Sinkenness called his name, "Come here." ”

Scrimgeour came to his senses and walked towards him.

"Now the Ministry of Magic is qualified to be a minister, and the person who deserves to be a minister is you." Sinkenes looked at him and said in a warm tone, "Come up and say a few words to everyone." ”

Scrimgeour walked over to the table.

At this moment, he undoubtedly became the owner of this table, the master of this room.

"Mystery man, no, Voldemort is dead." Scrimgeour took a deep breath and said the name that had always been feared, "Right at Malfoy Manor, there were not only Voldemort but also a gang of Death Eaters, and I have asked Tonks to rush there to deal with the scene and confirm the identities of the Death Eaters. ”

He didn't mention Bellatrix.

The guy who was captured alive by Mr. Potter and is still locked up at Hogwarts.

Mr. Potter said it would be useful to keep her.

Let Mr. Potter keep it.

"Suffice it to say, Voldemort and his gang of Death Eaters have been almost wiped out, and we are no longer threatened by them." Scrimgeour summed softly.

Just as he was about to say the rest of the story.

Sinkenes led the applause, cheering and applause eagerly.

Scrimgeour was interrupted, and his brewing emotions stopped, and when the applause died down, he continued, "I know very well that there are not just these two silverfish in the Ministry of Magic, but many more. ”

"I hope they all come forward, surrender and confess, and don't let me do it myself."

"In this way, the crime can be lighter, and the face will look better."

He looked at the crowd, and many of them lowered their heads and did not speak.

Scrimgeour glanced at Sinkenis, the former minister, who, like most people, bowed his head at this moment, like most people.

If it weren't for that ill-timed applause, maybe someone would have turned themselves in by now.

He took a deep breath and said, "As for Mr. Sinkenis, I think."

"I feel that Mr. Hinkness can take over the position of Director of the Auror Office." A Ministry of Magic official spoke, Gilbert Wimple of the Spell Experimentation Committee.

Scrimgeour looked at him and didn't speak.

Gilbert Winpoel looked serious: "Mr. Scrimgeur, after you became a minister, the position in the Auror office was vacant and needed to be replaced. ”

"I think Kingsley is pretty good." Scrimgeour spat out a man's name.

Kingsley Shackle.

A successor who fits almost perfectly with the requirements of this group.

Capable and not very old.

Born in pure blood, he is also a member of the "Holy Twenty-Eight Families", the eldest of Britain.

The only problem.

He was a member of the Order of the Phoenix and a descendant of Scrimgeour.

"Kingsley, of course, is good." Gilbert Wimple nodded, "But he's too young, and I have to admit that he does have a lot of experience fighting the Dark Wizards, but dear Rufus, what we need now is order, not resistance, and we need to stabilize social order at this time." ”

"Minister Sinkenis may be manipulated by the Imperius Curse, but there's no doubt that he does bring us relative stability, doesn't he?"

Minister Sinix –

These two words are a bit harsh.

"I endorse Minister Hinkenes' taking over the position of Director of the Auror Office." A Ministry of Magic official raised his hand in agreement.

"I also agree with Minister Hinkenness."

Several people spoke one after another, all using the title of "Minister Hinkenness".

Scrimgeour had a headache.

Is this what you have to face when you become a minister?

I really want to be like Mr. Potter and pick up his wand and burst them all out.

Sinkenes stepped forward and cleared him up: "Don't do this, Rufus wants to come and have his considerations." ”

"Let's wait until we have a new ministerial council in a few days, and then we'll think about these things."

Scrimgeour muttered, "So be it." ”

He stepped out from behind the table - the thought of becoming the master himself seemed to be just an illusion, and these stubborn fellows were the real masters here.

As the officials dispersed, many accosted Scrimgeour and made overtures.

He was also hinted that if Mr. Scrimgeour was considering getting married, there were a few girls of the right age in the family to introduce.

These news disturbed him dizzy.

But

There are good things today.

Not long after Scrimgeour returned to the Auror office.

A man sneaked up on the door.

"My dear Rufus." It was a thin, tall man, dressed in a peacock-green robe, with thick, well-groomed hair, "I think I have something to ask you. ”

Baind Knott.

Department of Magical Communications, Director of the Portkey Office.

"Mr. Nott, what do you want to know?" Scrimgeour watched as he cautiously closed the door, and already had some definite thoughts in his mind.

Noether took a deep breath: "Rufus, what would you do with those Death Eaters who turned themselves in?" ”

"I'll take it lightly." Scrimgeour replied without hesitation, "But I'm afraid it's hard for such a person to stay in the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Difficult to stay in the Ministry of Magic?" Knott was a little surprised.

Scrimgeour nodded: "Of course, these silverfish have already escaped punishment once, you know what I'm talking about, I mean more than a decade ago." ”

"There was a first, but I don't think there should be a second."

Knott clenched his fists: "But, but this is not in accordance with the rules." ”

"What rules?" Scrimgeour asked.

Noether was speechless - the rules of pure-blood families, of course.

Scrimgeour sighed and said earnestly: "Even if there are really rules, how can Mr. Potter explain them?" He was still busy with some other things, and when those things were done, he looked back and saw that there were still so many Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic, not to mention dealing with them, not even punishment, what would Mr. Potter do? ”

Nott's face turned pale.

Scrimgeour continued: "I don't care, at most I will be beaten up by Mr. Potter. ”

"Break a few ribs and lie in St. Mungo's for a few days"

"But you, I mean, but what about the Death Eaters who are still at large at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Mr. Potter doesn't mind tearing down the Ministry of Magic, getting those people out, and giving them all the decency with his own hands."

Nott's face grew paler.

"Mr. Dumbledore, he, he."

He wanted to try to deceive himself.

Scrimgeour interrupted him, "Do you think Mr. Potter can't do it?" ”

"Or do you think Mr. Dumbledore can stop an angry Potter?"

Knott's legs went limp, he staggered backwards and slammed into the door.

"Mr. Nott, I still have some work to attend to." Scrimgeour coughed twice and reminded him, "After all, I'm running out of time in this chair that has been with me for almost a decade." ”

"When you leave, remember to close the door."

Nott nodded in despair, oh oh yes, and left in a panic.

Voldemort's death was a happy and hearty piece of good news.

The Daily Prophet rejoices.

The contrarian also made it on the front page.

The entire wizarding world celebrated, for Voldemort's death, for Harry Potter, as it had been more than ten years ago.

Somewhere in Great Britain.

In the open cavern underground, Lesnark clutched a newspaper, looked at the words on it, gritted his teeth, and the surrounding goblins clanged and the sound of forging weapons was no longer so pleasant.

It pulled out a mirror and whispered a name: "Barty Crouch." ”

Ripples like mirrored water waves.

After a while, it lit up, reflecting a human head.

"Dear Legnack, what are you doing with me at this time?" On the other side of the mirror, Barty Crouch's face was even paler, the background was hazy, and he was wrapped in a thick fog that could not see anything around him, and he cautiously looked behind the elf.

"The Dark Lord is dead!" Legnack almost roared, "What are you guys doing!" ”

"Our Revenge"

Barty Crouch relaxed a little and waved his hand at this moment, making sure that the things behind Legnak that were not his fears, "Everything is planned, my dear fairy friend. ”

"Whether it's my father's death this time, or this propaganda."

"Don't get so excited, okay?"

(End of chapter)