"Because of Grindelwald, the German Ministry of Magic suffered a heavy blow. Until now, they haven't recovered. Obviously, they can't stop the Mystery Man …" Hermione answered out of habit. "What's more surprising is that … when Allen has just dealt a heavy blow to the Mystery Man and his forces, the Mystery Man is still willing to risk exposing his whereabouts to search for him in Germany … This means that what he's looking for must be very important."
"Miss Granger, you're as knowledgeable as the rumors say …" Scrimgeour frowned and squinted at Hermione before looking away. Then he looked at Allen. "Miss Granger, please let me continue talking to Mr. Harris …"
Scrimgeour's contemptuous attitude angered Hermione, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Hermione, you're very thoughtful. I can't say it better than you." Allen didn't even look at Scrimgeour. He waved his hand and poured a cup of black tea for all the witches in the room. Then he asked, "Penello, Hermione, what do you think of the Mystery Man's behavior in Germany?"
Penello knew what Allen meant. She smiled and began chatting casually. "Speaking of which, how did Lupin know that we were eating oysters before he even entered the door?"
"He didn't know. He misunderstood," Luna responded. "The Tonks will realize it sooner or later."
Not receiving any tea and noticing that the other people in the reception room were completely ignoring him, Scrimgeour's eyes flashed with uncontrollable rage. His eyes bulged, the veins on his forehead and neck bulged as he shouted, "Mr. Harris …"
"Bang!"
Penello slammed the table with her hand. Seeing that she had shocked Scrimgeour, she looked away contemptuously. "Director!" Penello emphasized the professional title. After a short pause, she said, "This isn't Aura's office. Think about who you're facing before you speak."
"I don't need you to remind me. It's because I know who I'm facing that I'm here, Aura Krivat." Scrimgeour straightened his back. "I don't have a position. My only position is to fight against the Black Wizards!"
"Ha!" Penello snorted. "Those who support you probably don't think so."
Scrimgeour stood up. "What do they think? It's them …"
"But you and your patrol Aura have caused us a lot of trouble." Penello stared at the director of Aura's office. "When you gave those orders to interfere, you weren't as innocent as you're saying …"
"Enough …" Allen raised his hand to appease Penello, stopping Penello from continuing to argue. He sat up straighter and faced Scrimgeour. "Mr. Scrimgeour, I think you can tell me your purpose."
Scrimgeour forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart because of Aura. He ignored Penello and turned to Allen with narrowed eyes. "Mr. Harris, I have a suggestion … If you're sincere about fighting against the Mystery, the Black Wizards' power, and the Mystery's purpose … If you can send people to Germany to stop the Mystery and destroy the Death Eaters' actions, then I'll fully support Family Harris in all legal actions in the Ministry of Magic."
"Mr. Scrimgeour … you should know …" Allen also narrowed his eyes. He touched his smooth chin and said, "If the Mystery's soul vessel can't be destroyed, then we can't destroy him. Even if we can stop him for a while, it won't make a difference no matter how many times I defeat him."
"Mr. Harris, don't be in such a hurry to refuse. Fighting against the Black Wizards won't affect our search for the Mystery's soul vessel. These two aspects don't conflict. It won't be difficult for the Ministry of Magic and the Umbrella to do it at the same time." Scrimgeour gestured with his hands and spoke faster. "If you're willing to make an unbreakable oath, my patrol Aura will be under Harris' command and control … I can recommend Albert to take over the office director position. This way, the other pureblood families won't have any time to stop it …"
"Mr. Scrimgeour, I admire you for devoting most of your energy to fighting against the Black Wizards … I also admire you for being on the same side as the Department of Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle's Items and for your stand to protect the Muggle … I have to say, to a certain extent, you're a hero." Allen stared at the Aura office director who looked like an old lion in front of him, but then he shook his head. "But I have to remind you that the British Ministry of Magic hasn't received any request for help from the German Ministry of Magic … So no matter what the purpose is, we don't have the authority to go to other countries to enforce the law … We're not the World Aura. What we need to do now is to protect our own magic world and do our best to find and destroy as many soul vessels as possible to completely eliminate the Mystery."
"What if we can't find it? Are we going to let the Black Wizards roam freely? " Scrimgeour's eyes widened behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "Even if they don't ask for help, we can take the initiative to ask for it! If the Mystery Man finds what he wants … "
"Don't get so worked up, Mr. Scrimgeour … Like I said in the interview before, if the Germans asked for help, Harris and the Ministry of Magic would certainly consider helping. But since they don't, we can't arbitrarily interfere with other countries … I know you've put in a lot of effort to get this information … What you need to know is that our protective umbrella didn't waste our time for nothing." Allen pointed at a manuscript on his desk. "Just like this manuscript. It's only the first part of a book, but it won't be long before you can directly turn 'that person who can't even be named' into 'that person whose name everyone knows' … Finally, in exchange for the information you gave me about the Mystery Man, I'll also tell you something I've found out. If you use this information to destroy a soul vessel, it'll definitely be more useful than going to Germany to chase after him."
"Mr. Harris?!" Scrimgeour's brown hair fluttered as he fixed his gaze on Allen. "Mr. Harris?! If I'm not wrong … You mean you've found the location of another soul vessel? "
"Before he was defeated in the first battle, he gave some of the items to his Death Eaters for safekeeping … I found out that Tom once gave a golden chalice to his most fanatical female subordinate from the Blake Family …" Allen's fingers opened and closed. "I think you know about Tom's pitiful hobby of collecting … In order to satisfy his inferiority complex, he tried his best to collect the founder's items and make them into soul vessels … As if by doing so, he could form some sort of connection with the founder …"
"You're talking about Madam Hufflepuff's golden chalice? … It's in … "Scrimgeour suddenly shut his mouth after saying half a sentence. His thick gray eyebrows and forehead were knitted together into a big knot. Harris had found the location of a soul vessel, but why was Allen Harris willing to tell him this important information so easily? He clearly knew that he had received the support of those pureblood families …
"You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid that I'll tell this information to those families behind me? I think you and I both know that many of them are fence-sitters who have connections with the mysterious man himself. " He seemed to disagree with Allen's approach. "Mr. Harris, I hope you can be more cautious! If you know the location of that thing, I hope you won't say it, don't tell me! If I'm accidentally caught by them, I can … "Scrimgeour's gaze swept over to Luna who was eating oysters as if nothing had happened. In a hurry, he warned her in a low voice," Ladies, if you know the location … Please keep it a secret. You can't reveal this to any person or creature. Once the information is leaked, the mysterious man will definitely change the location. If you want to find out the exact information again, who knows how much you'll have to pay! "
"I believe that even if you're caught by the mysterious man, you won't tell the enemy this information no matter how much you're tortured." Allen looked at Scrimgeour's serious face and wanted to laugh, but he forced himself to hold it back. "I know you've practiced Brain Seal well, and I heard you've also undergone training to resist truth-telling liquid?"
"I've been preparing for this from the moment I started to fight against him," Scrimgeour straightened his back. Scrimgeour straightened his back once more. "But even if he's defeated by you, he's still the Black Devil King to us. I can't be sure if he has any other means to detect us."
"The mysterious man didn't learn … Oh, sorry, I won't listen to your conversation anymore." Luna said lightly, making the veins on Scrimgeour's forehead bulge.
Hermione was different from the sarcastic Penello. She admired Scrimgeour's cautious attitude, so she looked at Allen and said, "Mr. Scrimgeour, we do know the location of one of the mysterious man's soul tools, the Hufflepuff Golden Cup. But it's also because of this that we feel very troubled, because it should be in the Gringotte Wizard Bank now."
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