Something happened again in London.
When the news that the Dementor-like creature appeared in the center of the ferry city quickly reached Scrimgeour's ears, he actually felt the same as the Muggle Prime Minister who also just learned about it.
"... What are you waiting for! Send someone to deal with it quickly! Let the Auror Office, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures get moving!"
After driving the secretary out of the office, Scrimgeour sat back down heavily on the chair, making a soft "crunch" sound.
"Dementors... why are they Dementors again?" He frowned and muttered in confusion, "Didn't Azkaban already confine Dementors to the fortress? This time it's Dementors again?" Where did it come from…”
Just as he was talking, he picked up the report sheet sent by the secretary just now and hurriedly scanned it - he just listened to the secretary's dictation, and he hadn't looked at the list carefully yet!
But not long after, Scrimgeour threw the list down again, crossed his chest and began to think about it.
In fact, due to the tight time limit for the incident, the report sheet was not too detailed. But when it comes to the most basic appearance, the emergency investigators gave a more vivid description immediately.
There is only one sentence to describe the monster that suddenly appeared on the streets of London:
"That's a 'neatly dressed' Dementor with glowing red eyes."
Scrimgeour was obviously no stranger to dementors, so he knew very well that there were no "neatly dressed dementors" in this world.
Oh, there are so many bizarre things in the magical world, it seems that it can't be said so rigidly... So, at least it is safer to add "in the British magical world" to this sentence.
Anyway, Scrimgeour has never seen a dementor without a black tattered cloak in his life!
So, if that wasn't a dementor, what could it be
Thinking of this, he straightened up, reached out and pressed the metal bell on the table. Not long after, a crisp bell rang in the secretary's office, where someone was on call at any time.
"Tuk-tuk."
"Come in!"
As soon as Scrimgeour finished speaking, another secretary to the minister who was different from before opened the door and walked in. He hurriedly came to the desk and stood still.
To be honest, this female secretary looks a bit young, with some rustic freckles on her face. She was wearing a pair of glasses, and her slightly timid eyes were hidden behind the thick glasses.
From the looks of it, this seems to be a new person.
"Adjust and postpone all the remaining appointments today..." Scrimgeour just started, but then shook his head and said, "Well, you will hand this matter over to others after you go out. Your task is to deliver this to Maka. ·In the hands of Mr. McLean."
After saying that, he casually picked up the wand placed aside and lightly tapped the report sheet on the table.
"Copy in pairs."
A simple spell came out of Scrimgeour's mouth, and the report sheet suddenly twisted, and then an exact copy of it "popped" out from it.
Scrimgeour picked it up, folded it slightly, and then thrust it into the hands of the young female secretary.
"Um...Freya?"
He probably couldn't remember the name of the girl who had just joined the job for a while, so he screamed a little uncertainly, but soon he stopped caring about these trivial problems.
"Anyway, go ahead! Be quick—if Mr. MacLean says anything, bring it back word for word."
After saying this, Scrimgeour said nothing more, but grabbed the original report sheet, and the female secretary walked towards the door.
The girl pulled her business clothes that were a little tight and waited until Scrimgeour's back disappeared through the outer door before she corrected her in a low voice:
"My name is 'Frena'..."
…
Regardless of whether the new secretary is called "Freya" or "Freena", it is a trivial matter to Scrimgeour.
After leaving his minister's office, he immediately walked quickly towards the special elevator on the other side.
Even among the entire staff of the Ministry of Magic, only a few people are qualified to ride this elevator. It is specially used to go directly to the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor underground and the dungeon on the tenth floor underground. There are only floor buttons in it. Three.
"Minister!" "Mr. Minister."
In front of the elevator door, the two Aurors on duty gave him a brief salute. Scrimgeour, who was in a hurry to get down, just nodded hastily and walked into the elevator car through the fence door they helped open.
When the fence door bounced back and closed automatically, he poked the button marked "-9". Immediately, he felt the car falling suddenly, so fast that he felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his forehead.
This feeling is uncomfortable, but after all, the time is short. In the blink of an eye, the car suddenly stopped moving again, causing his face that had just been flushed due to congestion in his head to immediately turn pale again.
"If the matter were not too urgent, I would rather go to the central elevator with others!"
Once here, there are no more Aurors on duty. Scrimgeour opened the fence door himself, and then walked into a large circular room.
Except for the twelve identical doors, the rest of the surface is covered with black, hard, and shiny ceramic tiles. When you are inside, you will immediately feel as if you are surrounded by some mysterious atmosphere. .
And the moment Scrimgeour left the elevator, the entire curved wall of the circular room began to rotate. After a while, when the wall stopped moving, those twelve identical doors made it possible for people to not even know which door they came in through.
This is the Department of Mysteries, where Maka came in before.
Of course, Scrimgeour, as the Minister of Magic, would not be troubled by these doors—even he rarely wandered here.
He took out his wand and chanted a spell, then spun the wand in his palm.
"Time Hall."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the staff pointed steadily at one of the twelve doors, and Scrimgeour walked there without hesitation.
The staff office of the Department of Mysteries is in the Hall of Time, which can only accommodate five specially appointed employees of the Ministry of Magic. The employees who work here are called "silent people", and they are all long-term employees who have signed confidentiality agreements. They conduct top-secret research here all year round.
"Professor Crocker...where are the others?"
Scrimgeour didn't waste any time when he got here, because he knew that people who worked here didn't like to waste time. For these silent people, doing research is everything.
"Huh?" The old man who was rummaging through the bookshelf raised his head when he heard the sound, "Oh, it's Mr. Minister... They are all in the planet room! Didn't you just give us a task?"
"Yes! But there is something more urgent now..." Scrimgeour ignored the others and waved to the old man Crocker, "Let's take a look at this. What do you think... it could be?"
When Crocker saw him raising the report sheet, he also put down what he was doing and came over to Scrimgeour to take the list.
"No photos?"
The old man complained a little dissatisfiedly at first, and then looked back and forth at the description. But not long after, he handed it back to Scrimgeour's hand.
"Although it's probably related to Dementors, who knows exactly what they are? You know, we don't even know the origin of Dementors..."
As he spoke, Old Crocker turned around and walked back, saying as he walked:
"Wait until Bode comes out of the planet room! He is interested in these things and may be able to help you figure out something useful!"
"All right!"
Scrimgeour spread his arms and could only pull out a chair and sit next to it.
Although he is the Minister of Magic, he still has to abide by the rules here. Except for a few relatively safe rooms, most rooms in the Department of Mysteries are not accessible to just anyone, not even the minister.
After all, almost all research projects here are very dangerous for ordinary wizards.
…
While Scrimgeour was still waiting patiently, the new secretary Frena, who was very serious about her work, had already set off.
Although she has a plain appearance, exudes a kind of "rusticism" all over her body, and seems to be a little shy on weekdays, her heart is full of desire for excitement.
As soon as she left the Ministry of Magic, she immediately got on her broomstick and cast an obviously crude Disillusionment Charm on herself.
Immediately, she soared into the sky quickly, and at the same time she lowered her head and glanced at the positioning plate.
"Um?"
Before she could fly very far, she stared at the positioning disk and was dumbfounded - she had clearly entered the wand registration code of "Maka McClain" just now, but why didn't she even have half a positioning pointer
Yes, this was actually a small mistake Scrimgeour made in a hurry. If it were another secretary with some qualifications, he would naturally choose to go to Hogwarts and not cause any more trouble to our Mr. Minister.
Unfortunately, the mistake Scrimgeour made this time was to pick the wrong person.
"What should I do... Should I go back to the wand registration office to check again?" Frena hung in the air and said to herself with a troubled face, "No, I just confirmed it with my own eyes. The registration code is definitely correct..."
Suddenly, she changed her mind and said:
"Then... Or go to Hogwarts? Mr. Maclean is most likely over there... No, no, that's not right! If you can find him by going directly to Hogwarts, then why would Mr. Minister specifically say that you want to go to Hogwarts? Where am I 'delivered into the hands of Maka McClain'?"
After being troubled for a while, Frena, who was quite smart, seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
"By the way! Didn't I just say that a creature suspected to be a dementor appeared in the center of London? Otherwise, why not just go there and have a look? Mr. MacLean will definitely appear there!"