"Due to Scrimgeour's stubborn and stubborn character, our appointment with him is a bit later than yours …" Bowens looked at his pocket watch, readjusted his monocle, and said apologetically, "We feel that communicating with you first … would be more beneficial for the development of the matter."
Hermione was a little unhappy when she heard that. He was the one who had done the wrong thing and wanted to beg for mercy, but now it was as if they were the ones begging for mercy. However, Allen was still calm. In the following time, they chatted about some news in the magic world. The topics were relatively relaxed, and no one brought up the controversy about the Ministry of Magic's previous actions.
Just as Dumbledore's bottle of honey wine was emptied, a bright green flame suddenly emerged from the empty grate under the marble fireplace in Grindelwald's house. Just like that, Scrimgeour appeared in the middle of the flame and spun non-stop like a spinning top. A few seconds later, Scrimgeour stepped over the grate. His brown hair and thick eyebrows were stained with some ashes. He stood on the exquisite carpet in the living room, and a feather duster automatically flew over and brushed the ashes off the sleeve of his blue-black cloak.
When Scrimgeour raised his face, Allen found that he had aged a lot since the last time they met. His white hair was a little messy, and he was thin and haggard, but his expression was serious. His sharp gaze, which was like looking at prey, also fell on everyone, one by one, and finally fell on the empty wine glasses and bottles.
The atmosphere in the room instantly froze. Foley was a little uneasy, and instinctively moved in the direction of Bowens.
"It seems that the discussion has ended? Is there a conclusion? So, what have you decided to do with me? " Scrimgeour waved the feather duster away, took off his outermost cloak, and put it on his arm. He sat down on the empty single sofa on the left, on the right side of Dumbledore, with his side facing Allen.
"We came here today to talk about peace." Foley turned the wine glass in his hand. Although he felt that Scrimgeour did not know what was good for him, he still comforted him with a laugh, "Rufus, we talked about some other issues before, and we came here today to talk about peace."
"Rufus, there are many misunderstandings between the two of you." Dumbledore conjured another wine cup and poured all the remaining honey wine into the empty cup. He then directed the cup to fly towards Scrimgeour.
"I didn't misunderstand. Harris's goal of completely controlling the British magic world is very obvious." Scrimgeour obviously did not buy Dumbledore's attempt to ease the atmosphere. Unlike Bowens, who worshipped Dumbledore almost superstitiously, Scrimgeour, who was also a hawk by nature, often had different opinions with Dumbledore over the years. Furthermore, he would not hesitate to express this point.
Algie Longbottom frowned when he saw Rufus speaking so rudely to Dumbledore. "Rufus, mind your manners!" he said. Abusi is here to help you! You threw a tantrum and went on strike and caused a lot of trouble. We're here to mediate for you. Dumbledore doesn't owe you anything, and neither do we! "
Scrimgeour snorted. "I thought about it before I went on strike and did this. At worst, I'll just go to jail. If this can arouse …"
"Rufus." Dumbledore interrupted Aura's office director with a smile. "You know that we're here to talk, but now that you're here, I think it's enough to show that we're willing to listen to each other's opinions, isn't it?" He then pointed at the cup that flew towards Scrimgeour. "Can I buy you a drink now?"
Scrimgeour's expression was as if he had been slapped in the face. His back stiffened, and he pinched his knuckles. In the end, he did not scold them angrily. Instead, he reached out his hand and took the cup. He sniffed the wine in the cup hard, looked at them expressionlessly, and drank the wine in the cup as if nothing had happened.
Although Scrimgeour's tone was still stiff, he softened a little and said, "So Dumbledore, what do you want to talk about by asking me to come here? Or does Principal Harris have any instructions for me, Aura's office director? "
Allen did not say anything. He just stroked Hermione's hand to prevent her from refuting. He just shrugged at Foley's apologetic gaze.
"Rufus, this arson case has exposed the harm caused by the internal division in the Ministry of Magic. We're gathered here today to resolve the differences between you and the Ministry of Magic, so that the ordinary people won't be hurt by your disputes. "Dumbledore crossed his arms on his knees, and his long silver beard drooped to the ground.
"Misunderstanding? I saw with my own eyes that the officials who did not side with Harris had their power taken away little by little. As the director of Aura's office, their actions began to completely bypass me. And I saw with my own eyes how Harris enforced the law violently … That evil witch … "Scrimgeour slammed the cup on the table and stared coldly at Allen. In the end, he did not say the three words" Penello "out loud." Such abuse of power. If I don't protest, if I don't do anything … the Ministry of Magic will no longer be the Ministry of Magic of the ordinary British wizards. "
"Rufus, don't let your prejudice against Harris blind you to the truth." Dumbledore maintained his smile, but his eyes were colder. "You've devoted your whole life to fighting against the dark wizards. This is very respectable, but Harris has also been doing the same for the past few years …"
Scrimgeour looked coldly at Dumbledore. "I don't believe that you haven't heard of their violent behavior. Dumbledore, is it just because a witch works in their family?"
"Those wizards who were arrested are all related to the Death Eaters, and they violently resisted arrest!" Hermione shook off Allen's hand that was pressing on her hand and sat up straight, like a sharp Gryffindor sword. "According to the law, Aura has the right to use force under such circumstances to protect her own safety before successfully arresting the target."
"I don't think those female shop assistants are a threat to our well-trained Aura." Scrimgeour asked, "So, do you plan to pursue a career in the law of magic in the future? Miss Granger … "
"No, I hope to do some good in the world!" Hermione retorted. "If I remember correctly, the Aura can now obtain the right to fire at this time because you, Mr. Scrimgeour, and Minister Harris jointly pushed for this during the World Cup. This is the law that you set up yourself."
"Rufus! Miss Granger's words have nothing to blame from a legal point of view! "Burns refuted Scrimgeour disapprovingly.
Foley felt more and more that supporting Scrimgeour was a mistake. After supporting him for so long, he didn't get anything in return. Not only was he useless, but he also liked to cause trouble. And this old lion was too stubborn. Now even Hermione Granger, a witch with a good reputation who didn't actually have a conflict of interest with him, was mocking him.
When Allen saw that Scrimgeour was talking about Hermione, he said in a very calm tone, "So, what I actually don't understand is, Mr. Scrimgeour, what is your demand after the strike? Unlike those Italian wizards, they at least put forward crazy demands, asking to build their own temple on the floating city and even to expel the Ravenclaw Temple … But I noticed that you and your patrol Aura were more like shouting protests … But what are your demands? "
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