Chapter 1084
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It's too difficult to take something out of Gringotte that doesn't belong to them. The fairies will protect their wealth at all costs. "Hermione spread out her palm and flung it outwards. Her voice was somewhat helpless." I've never been able to think of a suitable way. The fairies don't have a good impression of wizards and will never take the initiative to cooperate … Since 1865, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to let the fairies have complete control over Gringotte … "
"… There's no conclusive evidence now. Even if there is, you can't use administrative means to order them to hand over the soul tools …" Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "The Ministry of Magic has never cooperated with the fairies. The Fairy Liaison Office has never interfered with the fairies' actions … The fairies won't tarnish their reputation for wizards. This is the foundation of their foothold … I suspect that these stingy fellows … If that Bellatrix Lestrange dares to appear in front of them and ask for her things, these fairies will even secretly inform us to prevent things that don't belong to them from being taken out of their bank …"
Penello sneered disdainfully. "So what you mean is — if the fairies refuse to cooperate, then we won't destroy the soul tools?"
"What I mean is to be cautious! Don't tell me you want to use your usual violent methods to force them to hand over the soul tools? Absolutely not, Miss Krivat. This is no longer a matter of The Dark Lord. " Scrimgeour appeared to be a little irritated. He forcibly resisted the urge to reprimand Penello and sternly raised his voice to Penello. "The Gringotte Bank is the only wizard bank in Britain. Now that the economy of our magical world is largely controlled by the fairies, we can't act rashly and solve the problem with brute force!"
"You came here today to ask us to do our best to stop the mysterious person. Isn't making the fairies hand over the soul tools a way to stop him? In the end, just because the fairies are unwilling, we'll choose to give up on destroying the soul tools? " Penello sneered. "Is the Lord Voldemort causing more harm than the fairies?"
"Miss Krivat! You should have studied the history of magic! Look at the two rebellions of the fairies in history! Which time didn't it bring about bloody and soul-stirring consequences? This is not how you treat the dark sorcerers! " Seeing that Penello didn't seem to care, Scrimgeour left his seat like an angry lion and stood up. "Who will bear the consequences of a third war between the fairies and the adepts because of the fight over the soul artifact?" he snapped. You or Family Harris? Who can afford it? "
Penello did not back down. She stared fiercely at Aura's office director. "I don't think these bullies can stop anyone! If these fairies are faced with the unreasonable The Dark Lord, I think they will soon compromise! "
Scrimgeour continued to roar, "Which The Dark Lord are you facing? The third one?! " Scrimgeour only felt his body shake violently. He blinked his eyes and shook his head to wake up. He found himself sitting back in his seat.
"Mr. Scrimgeour, I'm honored that you've come to attend my brother's wedding today. I can understand why you've rudely barged into my private reception room because you've told me a piece of information that you've found out in order to fight against the Black Sorcerers …" Alan continued to stroke the phoenix Anka on his leg to calm it down. "But frankly speaking, you've never really wanted to work with me because you're afraid that I'll become the third Black Devil King?"
Scrimgeour's tone softened. "… You should know that your family's way of doing things has made many people uneasy …"
"I understand …" Allen looked up at Scrimgeour and nodded. His finger was hooking Anka's chin so the bird could close its eyes comfortably. "You have always been resolute and committed to your own goals. For so many years, you didn't rely on others to get to where you are today. If you weren't forced by circumstances, you wouldn't have walked together with those pure-bloods. If you weren't forced by circumstances, you wouldn't have come here today to make friends with me … You told me that you wanted to cooperate with me and support my family, but you have no respect for me. You don't even want to call me headmaster … You came to my house on my brother's wedding day just to ask me to help you deal with the other The Dark Lord in your heart …"
Scrimgeour stood up again. "If you have any requests, just tell me. As long as it's not illegal, I'll definitely do it …"
"Scrimgeour … Scrimgeour …" Allen put Anka back on his shoulder and stood up as well. He spread out his hands. "Because I know what kind of person you are, I've always been respectful and patient … But what have I done to make you disrespect me like this?"
"What do you think you have that we're interested in?" Penello put his hand on his wand. "What right do you think you have to negotiate with Allen as if you're on equal footing?!!!"
Scrimgeour, who was about to speak, suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet become empty and his body began to fall. He looked down and found that the spell called Otherworld Gate had been activated. When he stood on solid ground again, he found himself out that he had left the reception room and was now in the garden of Harris Manor.
Amidst the flowers, he could hear the witches chatting and laughing not far away. Waiters in white robes were shuttling through the garden with all kinds of delicacies and drinks. The manor seemed to be in a flourishing and peaceful state.
Knowing that he had been sent away, he snorted coldly and took a few large steps towards the door. However, he suddenly stopped and angrily turned back to stare at the second floor. He clenched his fists and pursed his lips. His face was ashen and the veins on his neck were bulging. He secretly decided that he had to stop them. He could not let Allen Harris and the others act so rashly.
Thus, Scrimgeour began to search the garden. Finally, he saw Dumbledore's pointy hat swaying back and forth on his head. He hurriedly took a few steps towards Dumbledore. He wanted to inform him of what had happened in the reception room. Since Harris did not accept, he intended to try to contact Dumbledore — even if he and the light Magi had been at odds with each other for many years.
However, after taking a few steps, Scrimgeour stopped. This was because when he got closer, he found that on Dumbledore's side, a few Order of the Phoenix and the young Magi had gathered in a circle. The boy who had escaped death, Harry Potter, was sitting on the ground for some reason. However, after taking off his glasses, he seemed to be in pain and was rubbing his eyes.
Realizing that this was not the time to talk, Scrimgeour resolutely turned around and strode out of Harris Manor. He planned to contact Dumbledore in private later.
Harry, who was surrounded, was sitting on the ground. Dumbledore had raised his hand and placed it on Harry's forehead. This caused Harry to feel a stinging pain from the scar on his forehead. Jenny knelt beside him and let Harry lean on her. She waved her hand and rejected the kind intentions of the servants who came closer.
"Harry, how are you feeling now?"
Harry raised his head. Dizzily, he saw Sirius's anxious face among the people surrounding him. Because he was not wearing his glasses, his godfather's face was a little blurry. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Sirius, I'm fine. It's just that I suddenly have a headache."
Ron hurriedly picked up a cup of butter beer and poured it into his friend's mouth. Then he said, "Harry suddenly had a headache again. He kept mumbling something about a guy called 'Grigovic'."
(End of Chapter)
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