"It's a rare thing that you're late."
Scrimgeour shifted his gaze from his pocket watch and turned his head to look at the fog outside that was clinging to the window glass. A rare look of worry appeared on his young face. Ever since the Dementors turned against the You-Know-Who, these damn monsters have been floating all over Britain, wantonly absorbing the happy memories of Muggles, constantly multiplying, and eventually forming the strange fog we see today, and the Ministry of Magic is powerless to do anything about it.
Even the Muggles noticed something was wrong. In late June, the sky was filled with cold fog... It was abnormal in every way.
Scrimgeour took a sip of his tea and heard light footsteps beside him. He slowly turned around and looked at the stranger sitting opposite him. He soon realized who the other person was.
To ensure the safety of the meeting, both men used Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as Muggles.
It was obviously a normal thing for two young people to meet in a beverage store to drink tea and chat. No wizard would waste his limited time and energy on Muggles.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Albert gave Scrimgeour an apologetic smile.
"About five minutes." Scrimgeour didn't care about the other party's lateness. He suspected that Albert had confirmed again and again that the surroundings were safe before coming to see him.
In fact, Scrimgeour guessed correctly. Albert did arrive earlier than Scrimgeour, but for safety reasons, he did not show up for the time being. Instead, he made sure that the surroundings were safe before coming to see Scrimgeour.
"As an apology for being late, I'll treat you today." Albert turned his head and said to the waiter, "A cup of cappuccino."
Scrimgeour waited until the girl walked away before returning his gaze to the strange young man in front of him. He lowered his voice and said, "You should have noticed that things have been a mess lately. We need your help."
"No, no, you don't need to. There's not much I can do to help you." Albert said slowly. He knew exactly what Scrimgeour was saying and what he wanted to do.
To be honest, he was very disgusted with the so-called "carelessness", even to the point of being disgusted and disgusted.
"Everyone needs you."
Scrimgeour sighed inwardly, knowing that his plan to get Albert's help had failed, but he continued to fight for it, "Besides, I think senior assistant is also a good job. Many people are eager to..."
"I already have a job. If you've noticed, you'll have noticed that I wrote a book a while ago, which will go on sale in the next few days." Albert interrupted with a smile, and took out a book from his shoulder bag and handed it to Scrimgeour opposite him.
Scrimgeour glanced at the Self-Defense Guide and fell silent for a moment.
"Is this considered promoting your new book?" Scrimgeour flipped through the table of contents of the Self-Defense Guide and found an advertisement for dark magic defense props hidden in the book. His expression was extremely complicated.
"You can think of it this way, the price is fair and cheap, and all it costs is..." Albert raised two fingers.
"Sir, your cappuccino." The waitress placed the coffee in front of Albert.
"Thanks."
Albert picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste was just okay.
"You'll come in handy."
Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, but he did not reject the other party's kindness. In fact, he knew that the safety manual prepared by the Ministry of Magic to deal with Death Eaters was useless. Many employees could not even recite a decent Shield Charm. On the contrary, the "Self-Defense Guide" taught everyone how to protect themselves in danger. The Defense Against the Dark Arts props could effectively resist evil curses if they really worked.
"You really won't reconsider it? I will definitely give you a satisfactory price?" Scrimgeour was not going to give up. Even though he actually didn't like Albert very much, he still needed him to waste more words to win him over, just because the other party could accurately predict the future, not to mention that Scrimgeour had not forgotten the prophecy of his own death.
To be honest, he didn't want to die, so it was necessary to win over Albert.
"Why not try to solve the problem yourself?" Albert said softly.
"I think..." Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, then looked at Albert and said, "Well, maybe we should get back to the point. You're definitely not here to sell me that book or the stuff in the ad, are you?"
"I'm getting married!" Albert said suddenly.
"What?"
Scrimgeour was a little dazed and didn't come back to his senses for a moment. He didn't understand what Albert meant by this.
Besides, didn’t he just graduate from Hogwarts the day before yesterday
"This wedding is destined to be uneasy." Albert said calmly, as if what he was talking about had nothing to do with him.
"You want me to..."
Scrimgeour suddenly realized and guessed what Albert meant. Was he planning to use the power of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic
However, Albert's next words stunned Scrimgeour.
"You guessed wrong." Albert shook his head.
"Guessed wrong?" Scrimgeour frowned.
"Those people hate me so much, they will probably come."
"If you want..." Scrimgeour was interrupted by Albert before he could finish his words.
"It seems that long-term work has made your brain less sharp. I suggest you drink some tea first and savor the meaning of my words." Albert was disgusted with Scrimgeour's politician's thinking.
Scrimgeour frowned deeply. He didn't like what Albert said. It was as if the other party was mocking him as a fool.
"Your mindset is wrong," Albert kindly warned. "This is fatal."
“He relies on this.”
As he spoke, Albert waved his fist lightly.
“And you rely on this.” Albert pointed to his mouth.
Scrimgeour frowned even deeper, thinking about what Albert meant. If the fist represented strength, then what did the mouth represent
say
"To be honest, I'm very unhappy." Albert put down his teacup and looked at Scrimgeour calmly. "Of course, this is also a good opportunity for you. I know you can't find anyone, and I hope to find them through me."
Scrimgeour looked up at Albert.
"Now, they come to our door themselves," Albert reminded.
"Send yourself to my door?" Scrimgeour suddenly understood what Albert meant. "You mean..."
"Yes, the risk is a bit high, but the advantage is on your side. You can consider it because the choice is yours."
"Are you going to..." Scrimgeour looked at Albert in surprise.
"I can definitely change the location of my wedding." Albert took out a wooden box from his shoulder bag and pushed it in front of Scrimgeour. When he opened it, there were some hair with name tags on it, a small bottle of compound potion and a silver card.
The meaning was very clear. Let the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic disguise themselves as guests and ambush the Death Eaters who came to cause trouble.
"It seems that you have prepared everything long ago." Scrimgeour didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose, but it made him realize how terrifying the young man in front of him was.
This had already been clearly arranged for the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, and Scrimgeour couldn't refuse because Albert gave him what he wanted, even though he knew he was being used by the other party.
"This is one of the few chances you have," Albert said softly, "If I were you, I wouldn't give them a chance."
"That's surprising. I didn't expect you to say that."
Scrimgeour didn't expect that Albert would actually let him kill those Death Eaters directly.
"Unless you have made up your mind, it is best not to touch that position." Albert kindly reminded, "If you get what you want, there will be no turning back. Don't have any expectations. The person now is undoubtedly very smart."
"You did what happened a while ago?" Scrimgeour suddenly asked.
"I just reminded him that there are not so many coincidences in the world." Albert said softly, "There is no doubt that he got it."
Scrimgeour had a complicated expression. As he expected, the arrest of a group of Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic was indeed related to Albert.
"Think about it carefully!" Albert said with a smile.
"Consider it. You never intended for me to consider it from the beginning, did you?" Scrimgeour closed the lid and said self-deprecatingly.
Neither the Ministry nor he had a choice.
Now is undoubtedly the best time to strike the Death Eaters. Albert Anderson obviously foresaw something in advance and set up this plan, intending to use the Ministry of Magic to strike the Death Eaters. He may even have seen the ending long ago.
"Who won?" Scrimgeour asked absentmindedly.
"You guys." Albert said as a matter of course, "provided you are prepared."
"That's enough."
"By the way, there is one more thing." Albert said suddenly.
"What's up?"
"I guess Bones will be gone after a while."
"Are you reminding me, oh, or you don't want to..."
"Some things cannot be changed by you or me, unless it is the principal." Albert drank the coffee in the cup and said softly, "You want to ask me why I didn't tell him?"
"I actually reminded them, whether it was you, Bones, or the principal, but... sometimes reminders can't solve the problem. Cassandra is the best example."
Scrimgeour looked at Albert deeply. He knew what the other person meant. If Bones died, it would be entirely his own fault.
Isn't this a warning to him
He gave me a reminder, and if I didn't listen, don't blame him when I die.
"Bones is so dedicated." Albert shrugged.
"Dedicated?"
Scrimgeour felt that there was a strong sense of sarcasm in these words.
However, he has already marked Amelia Bones for death, and according to Albert, the mysterious man will do it himself, so Dumbledore is needed.
The Aurors can't stop You-Know-Who.
Dumbledore obviously couldn't afford to give Amelia Bones shelter forever if You-Know-Who really wanted to murder her.
Hiding was undoubtedly the best option, but Amelia Bones obviously refused, so Albert said she was too dedicated.
So, what about himself
"It's a pleasure to work with you!" Scrimgeour extended his hand to Albert. "Before then, I hope to get your help so that the plan can proceed smoothly. As for the advertisements in the book, I will consider it if it is practical."
Fudge's resignation was inevitable. If Amelia Bones really died, Scrimgeour felt that he would probably become the new minister. This was a crisis but also an opportunity for him.
Otherwise, according to the normal process, he would have no chance of becoming the Minister of Magic at all, and the gift that Albert brought to his door would undoubtedly help him secure that position.
Before leaving, Albert gave Scrimgeour another letter, paid at the counter, and left.
"What a disgusting fellow." Scrimgeour glanced at the letter in his hand, then looked at Albert's departing back and muttered softly.
He hated Albert's indifference to the Head of the Auror Office, hated that he was using him to attack the Death Eaters, hated the feeling of being led by the nose, hated... Scrimgeour could easily think of ten reasons to hate him, however, Albert gave him something he could not refuse, so that no matter how much he hated him, he had to hold his nose and deal with him in a nice way, and the other party obviously knew it.
"it's over?"
As soon as Albert left the cold drink shop, he saw the blonde girl walking towards him with two hamburgers and handed one of them to him.
After knowing that Albert was going to meet Scrimgeour, Yin Zebel came over to help keep watch. Originally, Albert did not intend to ask for help, but Yin Zebel insisted, so he did not refuse.
"It's over. It went smoothly." Albert asked with a smile, "Do you want to go home now, or go shopping?"
"Let's go home, the weather is bad today!" Yin Zebel said without thinking.
"go home!"
Albert took Yin Zebel's arm and walked towards the next corner, disappearing into the alley when no one noticed.
The two turned a few corners and successfully returned to the safe house with the help of the house elf.
"When did you convince Scrimgeour?" Inzebel asked after taking a bite of his burger.
"It was not difficult to convince them a long time ago. Just give them what they want." Albert took the burger he had taken a few bites of from Yin Zebel and said, "Eat less of these things. It's easy to get fat. Let the house elves prepare delicious and healthy food for you."
"It should be okay to eat it occasionally." Yin Zebel muttered.
"Where did you go just now?"
"I bought you something delicious." Albert said with a smile, "You probably rarely taste Muggle food."
"I heard everything just now." Katrina said with narrowed eyes.
"If you don't eat it, then give it to the house-elf to taste." Albert reminded.
"Who said I don't eat?"
Katrina took out her magic wand, cut the burger into two halves, and shared it with Yin Zebel. Just as Yin Zebel said, it didn't matter if you eat a small amount.
"It's a bit like a sandwich, but tastier than a sandwich." Katrina commented simply. "By the way, why did you go to see Scrimgeour just now?"
"Are you curious?"
"Can't tell?" Katrina asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I asked him to help deal with the Death Eaters who might come to disrupt the wedding."
"Making trouble?" Katrina opened her mouth.
"Don't worry, everything is as planned." Albert said confidently, "Since those people want to make trouble, they have to pay a price for it."