It's too difficult to get something out of Gringotts that doesn't belong to you, the elves will do whatever it takes to protect their wealth," Hermione spread out her palms and shook her hand outward, her voice a little helpless, "I can't think of a suitable way, the goblins don't have a good impression of wizards, and they will never take the initiative to cooperate... Since 1865, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to give the goblins full control of Gringotts..."

“... There's no conclusive evidence right now, and there's no way you can administratively order them to hand over the Horcruxes..."Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "The Ministry of Magic has never cooperated with the goblins, and the Goblin Liaison Office has never interfered with the actions of these goblins at Gringotts... The elves don't ruin their reputation for the sake of wizards, that's what they stand on... I suspect these stingy guys... If that Bellatrix Lestrange dares to appear in front of them and ask to take out his things, these things will even secretly inform us in order to prevent things that don't belong to them from being taken from their banks..."

Penelope sneered disdainfully, "So you mean - if the goblins refuse to cooperate, then they won't destroy the Horcrux?"

"I mean cautious, do you want to use your usual violence to force them to surrender their Horcruxes? Scrimgeour looked a little irritable, he forcibly endured the emotion of wanting to reprimand Penelope, and raised his voice solemnly at Penelo with a straight face, "Gringotts Bank is the only wizarding bank in the UK, and the economy of our wizarding world is largely controlled by the goblins, so we must not act rashly and solve the problem roughly!"

"You came here today and asked us to do our best to stop the mystery man, so isn't it the way to stop the elves to hand over the Horcruxes?"

"Miss Crivant!You should have studied the history of magic!Count the two rebellions of the elves in history!Which one didn't have bloody and thrilling consequences?This is not what you did with those dark wizards!" Seeing Penelo's indifferent look, Scrimgeour stood up like an angry lion and said, "Once the third war between the elves and wizards is triggered by the fight for the Horcruxes, who will bear the consequences?

Penelope didn't back down, she stared at the head of the Auror Office with a fierce expression: "I don't think these bullying guys can stop anyone! If these goblins are facing an unreasonable Dark Lord, I think they will soon compromise!"

Scrimgeour continued to roar, "Which Dark Lord are you facing?!!" Scrimgeour only felt a jerk in his body, he blinked and shook his head, realizing that he was now back in his seat.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I'm honored that you're here for my brother's wedding today, and I can understand your rudeness in breaking into my private reception room, because you gave me a piece of information you found out to fight the Dark Wizard..."Eren continued to stroke the phoenix Ankh on his lap to keep it from getting excited, "But let's be honest, you never really wanted to work with me because you were afraid that I would become the third Dark Lord?"

Scrimgeour softened his tone: "... You should know that your family's way of doing things has caused many people uneasy..."

"I understand," Alan said, he looked up at Scrimgeour and nodded, and his fingers were hooked on Anka's chin to make the bird's eyes squint comfortably, "You've been working your own goals, and you've been relying on others for so many years to get where you are today, if it weren't for the situation, you wouldn't have walked with those purebloods, and if it weren't for the situation, you wouldn't have thought of coming over and making friends with me today... You told me you wanted to work with me to support my family... But you don't have any respect for me, and you don't even want to call me headmaster... You came to my house on my brother's wedding day just so that I could help you deal with the other Dark Lord you had in mind..."

Scrimgeour stood up again: "If you have any requests, just ask, as long as it doesn't break the law, I can..."

"Scrimgeour... Scrimgeour..."Alan stood up as he put Ankka back on his shoulder, spreading his hands, "Because I know who you are, I've always been treated with a lot of respect and patience... But what on earth have I done to make you disrespect me so much?"

"What do you think you're looking for?" Penelope put his hand on his wand, "What do you think you have to negotiate with Alan like an equal?!!!

Scrimgeur, who was still trying to speak, suddenly felt his feet jerk and his body began to fall, and he looked down only to realize that the magic called the Otherworldly Gate had been opened under him at some point - and when he stood on the ground again, he realized that he had left the reception room and was in the garden of Harris Manor.

In this field of flowers, the sound of the witches chatting and laughing not far away reached his ears, and the white waiters shuttled through the garden with all kinds of food and wine, and the manor was prosperous and quiet.

Knowing that he had been sent off, he snorted coldly and strode a few steps out of the door, but he suddenly froze his body again, he turned his head back and stared at the second floor in annoyance, he clenched his fists, his lips were tightly closed, his face was pale, and the green tendons on his neck were tensed, and he secretly made up his mind that he must stop them, and he must not let Alan Harris and them do this.

So Scrimgeour began to search the garden, and finally let him see the pointed wizard's hat on Dumbledore's head, and he hurriedly took a few steps in the direction of Dumbledore, he wanted to inform the other party of what had just happened in the reception room, and since Harris did not accept it, then he planned to try to contact Dumbledore, even if he and the White Wizard had been at odds for years.

But after a few steps, Scrimgeour stopped, because when he got closer, he realized that on Dumbledore's side, several Order of the Phoenix and young wizards had formed a circle - the boy who did not die, Harry Potter, sat on the ground for some reason, but he could see that he seemed to be a little uncomfortable when he took off his glasses, and was rubbing his eyes against several wizards around him.

Realizing that now was no time to speak, Scrimgeour turned and strode out of Harris Manor, intending to make private contact with Dumbledore later.

Harry sat on the ground in the middle, Dumbledore was raising his hand to attach to Harry's forehead through the void, which made Harry feel the scar on his forehead hurt one by one, and Ginny knelt beside him for Harry to lean on her, and waved his hand to refuse the kindness of the squire who approached again.

"Harry, how are you feeling now?"

Harry looked up, and saw Sirius's anxious face among the people around him, because he didn't wear glasses, his godfather's face looked a little blurry at this time, and he swallowed: "Sirius, I'm fine, but I suddenly have a headache." ”

Ron quickly grabbed a glass of butterbeer and took a sip on his friend, then he said, "Harry just now suddenly started to have a headache again, he kept babbling and muttering something about what he might call 'Grigovich'. ”

(End of chapter)