Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Raignac stared at him fiercely with rounded eyes.

It's that nonsense again!

It was written clearly and plainly in the newspaper, and Potter and Dumbledore beat him to the hiding place, and the entire Malfoy Manor was demolished and burned to the ground.

It's all to this extent, and it's expected?

"We've been preparing for one year!" Legnac gritted his teeth, "One year!"

"If Potter knows we are doing this kind of thing"

"Human wizard, I."

Crouch interrupted it: "How are you preparing now, tell me about the specific situation."

"I have been doing according to the conditions you mentioned!" Legnac was furious, "I have contacted not only some goblins in Great Britain, the whole of Europe, even Egypt and Greece, and now we have more than five hundred like-minded people. partner!"

"but!"

"But human wizard, the supplies you promised have not kept up!"

"Now we can only guarantee that every goblin can have a weapon, but only a hundred goblins can wear armor."

In war, weapons are relatively unimportant.

A sharp sword is no different from a pitchfork in a farmer's hand, or a stone picked up anywhere. Kill the enemy - chop off the head with a sword, pierce the stomach with a pitchfork, smash the brain with a stone , the result is the same.

Armor is the most important thing.

In war, only by surviving can you kill more enemies and win the victory.

Legnac has experience with this.

Many of his failures were due to the lack of armor against the goblins.

Crouch's face was calm: "I know, I'm still preparing, the werewolves are a little bit disobedient, and the transportation of supplies is very problematic."

"But don't worry, everything you want will be given to you before this winter."

Legnac clenched his fists: "This winter, I will trust you for the last time."

On the double-sided mirror, the light flickered, and Crouch's shadow dissipated. Raignac took a deep breath, turned around and walked to the busy workshop area, picked up the hammer, and continued to swing - unlike humans, the leader of the fairies , often have to take on more responsibilities and work, and often have higher technical requirements.

The goblins jingle and jingle, in the secret place, the sound cannot be transmitted.

Great Britain seemed to be at peace again.

a new day.

In Auror's office, Scrimgeour had a headache, and last night he wrote to Dumbledore and Potter about what happened to him.

Dumbledore is a very gentle person. He wrote a long letter with sincere words to comfort him—but only comfort. Dumbledore said that he would not express any opinions on the internal affairs of the Ministry of Magic. Not to mention pointing fingers.

Mr Porter

No reply at all.

He sent the letter, and within two hours, the letter was covered with a new layer of wax seal, and it was delivered by Headway intact. The mature Ms. Headway was very angry that she had an extra job for no reason. , she stepped on Scrimgeour's head, and pecked fiercely, can she let herself have a good rest, can she not make trouble for herself!

She bullies Scrimgeour.

The two gentlemen now have no intention of intervening in the Ministry of Magic, and everything can only be done by themselves.

He just ground a cup of coffee for himself.

The office door was flung open.

Tonks hurried in: "Mr. Scrimgeour, something is wrong."

"What's the matter?" Scrimgeour put down the coffee.

"Mr. Baird Knott is dead." Tonks said succinctly.

Scrimgeour was startled: "Where did he die?"

"Knott's old house." Tonks said softly, "We're going there."

"Go!" Scrimgeour interrupted her, and quickly walked out the door.

Ten minutes later, they appeared in front of Nott's old house.

The house-elf ushered them in.

Like most pure-blood families, the Knott family is now sparsely populated.

Baird Knott is the pillar of the family, and he has another brother, but he is a fanatical Death Eater, who just died in Malfoy Manor not long ago.

He has no children.

But he has a nephew, his brother's child, Theodore Nott, a Slytherin who entered the school the same year as Harry Potter.

Little Nott sat blankly on the sofa, dazed in a daze.

Scrimgeour ignored him and went upstairs.

Baird Knott's body was already stiff, lying on the study room, his face was ashen, and there were obvious colorful marks on his skin, he died of taking poison.

Under his hand, there was a letter neatly pressed.

With a wave of his wand, Scrimgeour sent the letter flying, and slowly opened it while hanging in the air.

It was the suicide note of Baird Knott.

"Who of you are familiar with Mr. Baird Knott, can you be sure it's his handwriting?" Scrimgeour asked while reading.

The Aurors shook their heads.

When pure-blood families work in the Ministry of Magic, even the unpopular pure-bloods like the Weasley family seldom choose a position like Auror - not much money, dangerous, and heavy tasks, right? For little wizards other than Gryffindor, it is not an ideal career.

And Gryffindors, after leaving the ideal environment of the school and being whipped by reality, will also find a way to change jobs-isn't it good to fish as a small employee in the Ministry of Magic? Why do you want to do such a dangerous and troublesome job.

Except for those like Scrimgeour and Moody, who are really capable and sincerely want to "maintain justice", which sounds naive, few people can persist in the position of Auror for too long.

Or die before you can't hold on.

Those who are still alive have all transferred to another post.

And this kind of naive entry into the Auror is mostly wizards of mixed blood, or ordinary people who want to stay in the magical world.

They only had brief exchanges with pure-blood wizards in school.

Scrimgeour remained silent and continued reading.

The content of the suicide note overlaps with what he expected on the way here, but the essence is quite different.

According to the content of this letter, Mr. Baird Knott did commit suicide because of what he said yesterday, feeling panic and anxiety, but this is the inducement, the real reason, he wrote clearly in the letter Chu——The great Dark Lord died. As a loyal servant, he couldn't do more for his master, so he could only die with his master.

The suicide note is fake!

Scrimgeour couldn't believe it was something Baird Knott wrote.

He came to him yesterday with the look of wanting to surrender.

He committed suicide that night? Still full of the tone of wanting to be loyal to the Dark Lord?

How could this group of Death Eaters be so loyal?

He returned to the Ministry of Magic with the suicide note, and compared it with the document that Nott left on the desk. The handwriting on the document was exactly the same as Nott's, and it was written by him.

Scrimgeour thought of something and hurried to the minister's office with it.

He didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open forcefully.

"Rufus?" Thinknes sat on a chair, reviewing the documents, "My dear, why are you here?"

"Can't wait to take this seat?"

"Don't worry, we'll be there the day after tomorrow."

There was a bang - Scrimgeour slammed the letter on the table, and a loud bang interrupted him: "Thicknesse!"

"What's wrong?" Thicknesse looked at him with a smile.

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth: "You killed Nott."

"Rufus, are you accusing me?" Thicknesses didn't panic at all, and stood up with his hands waved. "And what about the evidence for the accusation?"

"This letter?"

He paused for a while, meaningfully: "I remember this is Mr. Nott's suicide note?"

"Let me think about what's written on it?"

"Oh, yes, this is his last suicide note to express his loyalty to the Dark Lord as a Death Eater."

Scrimgeour looked at him, eyes round.

This matter really has something to do with him!

He didn't even read the letter, he knew what it said.

"Don't look at me like that." Thicknesse smiled and shook his head, "My dear, future, great Minister Scrimgeour, who is supported by Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore."

"Conviction requires evidence."

Scrimgeour grabbed the letter: "I'll find it."

"No, you won't." Thicknesses shook his head.

Scrimgeour was stubborn: "No, I will."

Thinknes said decisively: "Believe me, you won't. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement will conduct a half-day review of this matter, and I will sign the investigation form tomorrow night, agreeing to the investigation by the Auror Office."

Speaking of this, he paused, laughed for a while, and then continued: "The next morning, the Ministry of Magic will hold a new ministerial election."

"You, Rufus Scrimgeour, will be the new Minister for Magic."

"And I, Piers Thicknesse, will succeed you as Chief of the Auror Office."

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth: "You won't be the head of the Auror office, I won't let you be."

"You?" Thinknes interrupted with a smile and waved his hand, "Of course, the Minister does have this power, but the Ministry of Magic will not agree."

He took a few steps forward, raised his finger and pointed to his own brain: "Scremgeour, I know that there is a little ladybug in the Order of the Phoenix. She has stolen many interesting things and knows how many Death Eaters there are in the Ministry of Magic."

"But I know better than you how many Death Eaters there are at the Ministry."

"They'll be upset if I don't become head of the Auror Office, if I don't head the Ministry of Magic's law enforcement."

"Their safety needs the protection of someone who knows them well and knows them well."

"And I am the only one."

Scrimgeour stared at him and clenched his fists. He had wanted to be the Minister of Magic for more than a year, but at the moment when he was about to succeed, he didn't want to be the Minister of Magic now, he just wanted to be the head of the Auror office .

Thickness patted him on the shoulder and explained softly: "After I become the director of the Auror office, after a week of investigation, I will announce that Baird Nott committed suicide. In maintaining loyalty to the Dark Lord, regardless of position, it is actually something worthy of respect."

"Isn't it?"