"Let him go. He's old and his legs are inconvenient … If he has any requests, the Bork family will fulfill them." A male adept begged in a sobbing voice, "We will never go against Harris again."
"Shut up!" The old male voice reprimanded weakly.
"Aren't you spirited?" The playful female voice was full of threat, "I'm warning you one last time. Stand up … or tell me who ordered the explosion?"
There was a commotion.
"For Merlin's sake! This explosion wasn't caused by you … Wait a minute? What are you doing? No! "
Scrimgeour quickly stepped into the meeting room where the purebloods had gathered. Fatty glanced at him and gave him a friendly smile. However, he was lifting a wheelchair with both hands, and the haggard Herbert Bork was sitting on it.
The female Aura with her hair combed back, nicknamed Doctor, also looked at him, but her hands didn't stop moving. She pushed open the window.
Scrimgeour was stunned by the situation in front of him for a moment. After he understood what they were planning, he was shocked and immediately reprimanded, "You're crazy! Stop it, put him down! "
"Director, we're just scaring him." Fatty casually threw the wheelchair back to the ground.
Herbert's body jumped from the impact, and the wheelchair slid forward a short distance.
Scrimgeour's gaze fell on Herbert. His old, stiff, and thin body was paralyzed in the wheelchair, and he didn't seem to have any strength to fight back. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, one would have thought that he was dead. "Ridiculous! What are you doing?! Are you trying to throw him out of the window alive?! "
Herbert's drooping old eyelids opened. He straightened his neck and looked at Scrimgeour expressionlessly. He didn't have any intention to speak. Even when Penello and Doctor threatened him, and when he was thrown to the ground with his wheelchair, he didn't make any sound of pain. He didn't even beg for mercy.
Seeing Penelope looking at him with a smirk, Scrimgeour suppressed the anger in his heart. After working together for such a long time, he understood Klivat's troublesome personality. He also knew how much Klivat hated him. But now that Herbert Bork and Birkin Bork were in her hands, if he blamed her too much and aroused her rebellious nature, he was afraid that …
"Aura Klivat, it seems that everything is fine here …" Scrimgeour heaved a heavy sigh and organized his speech, which he wasn't good at. "Hand the suspects over to us. I'll take them to the Magical Law Enforcement Department and let Director-General Lunn Harris interrogate them."
"Director, this is a mission given by the Magical Law Enforcement Department to arm Aura. It has nothing to do with patrolling Aura." Penello let out a cold laugh.
"Your arrest mission has been completed! Since you still call me Director, you should obey the order. "Scrimgeour's face twitched.
"Director, you don't have to worry about it." Doctor said as he conjured a thick leather rope from the tip of his wand.
It slithered around Herbert's body like a living snake.
In an instant, he was violently tied into a ball, looking like a crab in a steamer.
The rope was tied very tightly.
It was tightly wrapped around the old man's loose skin.
Herbert groaned in pain, and his eyelids struggled to open and close.
He turned his face away and didn't beg for mercy. It was as if he was prepared to be tortured by Harris.
His pale and shriveled cheeks drooped after a few rounds of torture.
It was as if he had begun to lose his vitality.
The other party's sarcastic and provocative actions made Scrimgeour, who had been suppressing his anger, turn pale. A vein on his forehead bulged. He waved his hand at the patrolling Aura behind him. "Why aren't you going to help and bring the suspects back to the department?"
Facing Penello, who was known for his tyranny in the Aura's office?
In fact, these patrolling Aura were a little panicked.
But as Scrimgeour's trusted subordinates, they had to obey the orders of their superior. And with a fluke mentality, the patrolling Aura thought that the other party wouldn't do anything to them at this time. After all, this was the order given by the Aura's Director.
But these patrolling Aura were still cautious. They didn't even look at Penello. They just carefully walked over.
They wanted to make the other party not think that they were provoking them.
But there wasn't even a warning. In just a few seconds?
The patrolling Aura were both the Umbrella Team and the Hogwarts's teaching assistants?
And the armed Aura, Wolf Mother and the others almost simultaneously cast a petrification spell. They straightened their limbs and fell straight to the ground.
They didn't even prepare to resist.
Only two eyes expressed their master's shock that Penello and the others actually dared to attack them.
Scrimgeour was the only exception.
Just now, Scrimgeour had only felt his vision being suddenly enveloped in white. He saw a large patch of white spider webs on the ground. Their bodies were all entangled in the huge sticky spider webs below. Those who were closer to the front only had their heads exposed, wrapped in a cocoon.
"The patrolling Aura couldn't stop the explosion by themselves, so they wanted to kidnap us to cover up their own incompetence …" Penello withdrew her wand. She didn't transform back into an Animagus. She only used the Web Spell that she taught her students to complete the job. "Really … you have more flaws than my students …"
"Let go of me, how dare you, you Black Witch!" At first, Scrimgeour was hit hard by this merciless attack. Now that he had grasped the situation, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He unconsciously raised his voice and said in a heavy tone, "How dare you attack your superior!"
"For now, you're still my superior …" Penello glanced at Scrimgeour disdainfully. "Director Scrimgeour, we know that these pure-blood suspects are very close to you. Forgive us, the armed Aura, for not being able to take the risk of teaching them to you … I hope you're really like Albert said and didn't have any illegal transactions in private. I hope Lunn can find something … If you ask me, Allen and the others are too nice to you …"
"What do you mean? You think I'm biased? Biased? Like Harris? You damned Black Wizards, you've disrupted the Ministry of Magic and harmed the magic world … You should all be arrested and sent to Azkaban! " The wrinkles on Scrimgeour's forehead wrinkled like ravines. He thought of how he had sought cooperation with Allen because of the fairy and how Allen had ignored him. He was so angry that his whole body trembled and he shouted incoherently, "You don't need to argue for Harris! I know everything! This explosion was directed and acted out by you, right?! Look, he relied on his power to get anyone into the Ministry of Magic … You can even become an Aura, you're a disgrace to the Aura! That Allen Harris is also a Black Wizard … That's why he got you in! "
Hearing the anger of the other party, Ellen and Penelope leaped up, and the shadow of the huge spider enveloped Scrimgeour on the ground. Seeing this, Scrimgeour did not have the slightest fear. He was still cursing loudly, thinking that if he did not say anything at this point, there would be nothing to say. He wanted to vent his long-held anger.
Penello aimed at Scrimgeour's chest and dropped two giant pincers.
"Scrimgeour, fly over!" Fortunately, the Wolf Mother and the others were still rational in their anger. They used a flying curse to summon Scrimgeour and his cocoon.
"Stop, Penello, there's no need for that!" Albert also rushed over. When Penello subdued Scrimgeour and the others, he was alarmed by the magical waves and the sounds of people falling down and shouting. He went upstairs to check, and saw this scene when he entered the door.
Seeing that Penello was stopped and didn't pursue, Albert didn't intend to ask about the process. He just turned to his armed Aura and said in a calm tone, "Send Director Scrimgeour and these colleagues outside. This kind of battle scene is too dangerous for them."
The armed Aura understood what he meant. They didn't break the spider silk tied to Scrimgeour's body, nor did they remove the spell on the patrolling Aura. Instead, they used their wands to control them as they usually did when they were escorting criminals. They floated up and walked towards the door.
"Damn it! I order you, let go of us! I'm the director! " Scrimgeour's face was red. He kept struggling, but the Aura that commanded him to fly out changed direction. He flew out head first.
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