In Scrimgeour's house, Penello, who had returned to her human form, looked at Scrimgeour coldly. She stepped on Scrimgeour's wand-wielding hand with her riding boots. Her black hair shone with a black luster, which made the witch's fair face appear somewhat pale.
Feeling the bone-chilling cold of the winter floor, Scrimgeour's body was as stiff as a stone sculpture. The sharp pain from his hand made his heart even colder. He rolled his eyes in shock and anger as he stared at the female Aura. His mind was spinning rapidly, trying to guess what the other party's ultimate goal was.
Looking at the killing intent in her eyes, Scrimgeour suddenly realized that if this was Allen Harris's intention...
Feeling the force of the riding boots stepping on his hand, Scrimgeour could only endure the dull pain. Anger swept through him like a storm. He secretly swore in his heart that if he could get out of this crisis, he would definitely expose Harris's hypocritical, cunning, and vicious true face and fight them to the end, instead of holding on to any hope of getting away.
* Crack. *
The bones in Scrimgeour's hand were crushed together with his wand.
"These shameless bastards, I fell into their evil trap!" Scrimgeour couldn't cry out in pain, but that was what he thought in his heart. He realized that Allen Harris didn't intend to let him go at all. Instead, he lured him into reaching a settlement with Dumbledore and Bowens as witnesses. Now that he was killed, Dumbledore and the others would instead become Harris's innocent witnesses.
"Bastard! Look at your shriveled old face, how long have I waited here! " Penello scolded. She loosened her boot and kicked out once more. "Who asked you to obstruct Harris?!"
Scrimgeour's hard body slid across the floor for some distance. The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor could be heard. Penello walked over step by step, each step seeming to step on Scrimgeour's heart.
"Son of a bitch, how dare you bring those idiots on a collective strike to cause trouble for Harris? Who gave you the courage to make Harris unhappy? How dare you call me and Allen Black Wizards? I don't deserve to be by his side? " Penello hurriedly and loudly said some dirty words, cursing Scrimgeour harshly. She pulled out her wand and pressed it against Scrimgeour's chest. Her anger made Penello's voice sound like metal scraping against metal, which sounded very ear-piercing. "Since you say I'm a Dark Magus … If I don't do something, I'll be letting you down!"
However, Penello's words did not frighten the lion. On the contrary, Scrimgeour's heart rang like a huge bell. The witch in front of him thought that they were still on strike, which meant that she did not know about the peace talks. She had also come here behind Allen Harris's back...
This made Scrimgeour's eyes shine with an even more uncontrollable anger. His pupils shrank horribly. This foolish female Aura. He had already reached an agreement with Harris, but she still acted so recklessly and viciously. This meant that his judgment of her was not wrong. She was a genuine Black Wizard.
Penello had indeed come here alone and did not tell anyone. If the Wolf Mother and the others knew about such a big matter, they would undoubtedly inform Owen or Allen. Just like this peace talk, Dumbledore and Allen did not inform anyone in advance. The outcome of the peace talk was not clear, and if the outcome was not what they wanted, there was no benefit in revealing it.
At this moment, Pene completely ignored Scrimgeour's angry face. In fact, the angrier he was, the happier she felt. Over the past few years, the previous arrest incident, and Owen's complaints about Scrimgeour, the girl finally decided to do something.
"Without you, I'm sure that those good-for-nothings who can't pass the martial arts training will obediently return to patrol." Penello cursed a few times and his anger seemed to have subsided a little. However, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. "However, I have to be honest with you. You may not believe me, but no matter if it's those pure-bloods or that Lockhart, at least theoretically, I'm not considered to have killed an 'innocent' wizard. You're the first … However, before I'm done …"
Penello stared into Scrimgeour's angry eyes, but after a moment, she frowned.
"Looks like you want to suffer a little more. Very well, that's exactly what I want..."
Penello subconsciously tapped her wand lightly on her palm for a while. She took a deep breath and raised her wand to the upper right. Then, she drew an hourglass shape in the air, and a spell hit Scrimgeour's chest.
The veins on Scrimgeour's forehead bulged as if there was a pair of invisible hands controlling him. His bones were twisted and deformed, and his limbs and torso were in strange postures. The deformed bone spurs poked his tiny nerves and his internal organs. The unbearable pain traveled along his nerves to his brain.
"Be sensible. If you don't want to suffer this kind of pain, open up your brain and let me see who is supporting your strike. Tell me the name list of your trusted subordinates patrolling Aura."
The threatening words seemed to be squeezed out from Penello's lips, and it sounded very cold and vicious. Just now, she tried to use mind control on Scrimgeour, but as a very famous Aura, his brain seal was also very powerful. Penello could not pry open his mind to look at his thoughts. This also made her realize that the office director in front of her had most likely received training to resist the truth-telling serum.
But torture could not shake Scrimgeour's heart at all. He stared at Penello's raised head, and the sharp jawline that looked like a sharp knife to him. This made him snort coldly in his heart. He would never bow down to this evil witch. Just like in the original timeline, after the failure of the surprise attack on Lord Voldemort, he was tortured in an even more cruel way. Even then, he did not reveal the whereabouts of Harry Potter, who he did not want to get along with.
Penello frowned. She used a torture spell that would bring intense pain to people. This spell was taught to her by Allen. It was said that when Allen was in his first year of school, he used it to deal with enemies. He used it on Jews and Hindus, and the effect was very good.
But obviously, Scrimgeour was more tenacious than the enemies that Allen encountered in his first year. Facing the target of Scrimgeour's provocation, Penello raised her eyebrows and understood what he meant.
"Ha! You want to force me to use the Heart-Piercing Curse? You want me to use the Unforgivable Curse? Do you think I will be afraid? "
Penello laughed mockingly. Her eyes were gloomy and cold, and she pointed her wand at the male wizard at her feet again. Thinking of the long history of discord between her and this person, and the trouble he had brought to Harris, Penello gritted her teeth and shot out another spell.
Scrimgeour's body felt as if it was pierced by thousands of small knives at the same time. The pain and anger made his cheeks turn pale. The bone-piercing pain in his body felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh, marrow, and heart. Even his pupils lost focus for a moment, and his vision blurred.
Although he had no intention of begging for mercy, Rufus Scrimgeour was glad that he had the Petrification Curse. Otherwise, he would not be wailing in front of the black witch in front of him.
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