Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 534 The Collapsed Faith

"Isn't it too early to celebrate now?"

After the boy finished talking to himself, he shook his head mockingly, and continued to wander around the crowd.

Although Diagon Alley is the largest commercial core of the wizarding world in the entire country, it is actually not too big, and it was not long before it was finished by the teenagers.

But the boy didn't give up, instead he got into a hidden alley and entered Knockturn Alley through the door key.

Compared with the bustling Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley is much deserted. Although it is broad daylight, there are not many people on the road. On the dark street, only the oil lamps hanging in front of the shops are still silent. exudes a dim light.

This is the characteristic of Knockturn Alley. Almost everyone who comes here to shop will choose to directly transfer to the store that has the goods they want through the Floo network, and leave after buying, so as not to be caught by others. Chance.

Generally speaking, the pedestrians you can see on Knockdown Alley, except for a few exceptions, are basically either newcomers who don’t have the Floo network node of the other party’s store, or pure, terrifying dark wizards without the slightest fear .

This boy is obviously not the former.

Because he seemed to be very familiar with Knockturn Alley, I saw him staring straight ahead, but he deftly bypassed one puddle after another under his feet, and finally came to the Bojin Blog shop.

Looking at the crumbling rotten board at the door of the store, which could barely be called a signboard, the corners of the boy's mouth curled up.

But different from what was expected, the boy stayed at the door of Bojinboke store for a long time, but he didn't push the door to enter. Instead, his body distorted and disappeared.

Bojin Boke, who was counting the gold Galleons in the store, raised his head if he felt something, and looked in the direction of the door.

But there was no one there.

Bojinbok curled his lips, lowered his head again and began counting the gold coins on the counter over and over again.

Just now, he sensed a very familiar aura.

'That may be an illusion. '

Borginberg thought to himself.

……

At the same time, a distorted figure appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and gradually solidified, transforming into the brown-haired young man.

Seeing this, the director of the current Auror office who had been waiting in the hall of the Ministry of Magic immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and said in a very earnest tone:

"Mr Flint, Minister Scrimgeour has been waiting a long time."

Chris couldn't help frowning when he heard the other party address him, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded and motioned for the other party to lead the way.

The director of the Auror's office didn't have the slightest expression on his face. Instead, he walked ahead in a somewhat humble manner and began to lead the way for Chris.

The two had a smooth journey, the director led Chris to the door and left, while Chris raised the corner of his mouth slightly, opened the door and walked in.

In the office at this time, Scrimgeour turned his back to the door, silently watching the clear sky simulated by magic outside the window, but his heart was full of haze.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Scrimgeour turned his head stiffly, staring at Chris with a pair of bloodshot eyes expressionless.

"You don't seem to have a good rest." Chris said looking at the other party's deep dark circles and swollen face, "But this is also normal, after all, no one will easily hand over the power in their hands to others, or the current this way."

Scrimgeour didn't speak, but silently opened the cigar box on the table.

But to his disappointment, the box that should have been full of cigars was empty. Only then did he recall that he seemed to have smoked all the cigars in it the night before.

And at this moment, a cigar engraved with the image of a Cuban elf was stretched out in front of him.

Scrimgeour looked up, and saw Chris holding up a cigar and looking at him with a half-smile.

After hesitating for a moment, Scrimgeour finally took the cigar from Chris' hand and lit it with his wand.

"call!"

Scrimgeour exhaled a long puff of smoke, and then coughed twice with a painful expression.

This is the result of smoking cigars through the lungs. You must know that the lungs are the correct way to taste cigars, but Scrimgeour can't control so much at this moment.

Because only the burning sensation in his chest can relieve the depression in his heart a little bit.

Chris on the side just looked at Scrimgeour quietly, until the other person's breathing calmed down a little, and then said:
"So... what's your decision?"

Hearing that Scrimgeour's hand holding the cigar began to tremble, he panted heavily and shouted in an extremely suppressed hoarse voice:

"This is not fair!"

"There is no fairness in this world, and the fairness that people see is nothing more than the result of the exchange of benefits that most people can accept." Chris rubbed the black wand with his fingers, "Strictly speaking, it was a coincidence that you became the Minister of Magic. How unfair is this to other people who have missed this position for various reasons? So, you are not qualified to say such things of."

The muscles on Scrimgeour's face were constantly twitching. He really wanted to refute Chris's words, but after thinking for a long time, he finally lowered his head silently.

Chris on the opposite side didn't urge him, but instead visited the office with a contented attitude, as if he was already the owner of the office.

"What are you going to do with McTownley?"

Scrimgeour's voice came over, and the corners of Chris's mouth rose even more. He shook his head and smiled:
"In the current situation, it seems that there is only one way to go to trial?"

"He must die!"

"Oh?"

Chris looked at Scrimgeour in some surprise, waiting for his next words.

And Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and said:

"A person like him will never become our own! He will never be tamed! Even if he is extremely submissive now, it is just his disguise. Whenever he has a chance in the future, he will still jump out and make trouble , because his ambition simply allowed him to spend his life in such a mediocre way! So... he must die!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Crisp applause echoed in the empty office, and Chris applauded rhythmically while looking at Scrimgeour with admiration.

He felt that he might have underestimated the previous ministers of the Ministry of Magic. In fact, they were not stupid at all. They could see the truth of the so-called things very clearly, and the reason why they acted so stupid was only because of where their buttocks were. The location is just not right.

"Heroes see the same thing, and I think so too!"

Chris said lightly, but Scrimgeour gritted his teeth when he heard that, and shouted in a voice that sounded like a distressed beast:
"The Ministry of Magic is yours now!"

……

Different from the simulated weather in the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts was shrouded in rain.

Although it is already early spring, the special climate environment in the country has caused the current weather to not look like it will warm up at all.

On the contrary, due to the increase of rain after spring, coupled with the melting of ice and snow, the real body temperature near Hogwarts has become even colder!

"When will this damn ghost day be considered a head!"

In the Gryffindor lounge, Ron shouted angrily.

At this moment, he was wrapping a blanket and squatting in front of the fireplace to warm up. This should have been a very pleasant thing, but Ron was still shivering from the cold.

Harry was in a similar situation, except that Harry's condition was worse than his, and his hair wasn't dry yet.

This is the result of going out for Quidditch training on a rainy day, that is, in the wizarding world. If it were the Muggle world, Harry and Ron would now have to go to the hospital to report.

Hearing Ron's complaints, Harry, the Quidditch captain, did not go to comfort his goalkeeper, but looked worriedly at the corner.

There, Hermione was sitting alone on the sofa in a daze.

This is extremely rare, because as a hard-working genius, Hermione usually doesn't waste every minute and every second. She is either studying or on the way to study.

But it also just proved how bad she was in the mood at the moment.

And there are many people who are in the same bad mood as her. You must know that after the equal rights movement, Mike has been regarded as a hero by almost all Hogwarts students except pure blood.

But now, their hero has been captured by the Ministry of Magic for his righteous deeds!

This is something they simply cannot tolerate!
"Hey, Hermione, are you okay?"

Harry asked cautiously, for fear of causing Hermione's dissatisfaction.

This is Hermione, he would never go for other women, this is the painful lesson he has learned in his aunt's house for more than ten years - never provoke a woman who is in a bad mood, unless you want to Be the other party's punching bag.

As Harry expected, Hermione was not much different from other women in essence. Hearing that, she just gave Harry a hard look, and then said:

"Don't bother me!"

Harry obediently squatted down by the fireplace again and grilled his hair.

He was not angry, but rather admired Hermione.

After all, she has acted very calmly. You must know that other people have been blown up since they knew that Mike was arrested. Not only did they start making a fuss in Hogwarts, but they also gathered in the auditorium and said they would go out to rescue Mike.

As for their rescue plan, it is also very simple, just get in and be done.

Harry never doubted whether these people had the courage to break into the Ministry of Magic directly.

Because he remembered that his godfather Sirius once said to him that a person is irrational when his emotions go to extremes.

Harry took it for granted.

While Harry was recalling Sirius' earnest teachings to him, he heard Hermione on the side say in a choked voice:

"How could they do that? Mike beat Voldemort!"

Ron shuddered instinctively when he heard the words Voldemort!
Although Voldemort is dead now, it is estimated that his habit will not be changed in this life.

"Yeah, how could they do that."

Harry responded to Hermione in a sleepy voice.

In his opinion, getting rid of Voldemort is simply a great achievement, no matter how rewarding it is, it cannot be overstated.

But it was such a hero who was beaten into a criminal because of his support for affirmative action.

He was deeply puzzled by this.

But when he thought about what the Ministry of Magic had done, he felt it was understandable again. After all, the Ministry of Magic was such a wonderful place.

"Puff! Puff!"

Harry, who was in deep thought, was suddenly awakened by a strange sound. He turned his head curiously, and saw an owl with a stack of magazines tied around his ankle constantly pecking at the window.

He hurried forward to open the window and let it in.

It is still raining outside now, and this little guy will get sick if he is exposed to the rain for too long.

The owl also seemed to be moved by Harry's kindness. It shook the rainwater off its wings, and then quickly untied a stack of magazines from its lap and placed them in front of Harry.

"The Quibbler? Didn't it just come out this morning? Oh! It's an expedited release!"

Seeing the four words 'important news' in red on the cover of the magazine, he suddenly realized and nodded.

He can think of it with his toes. This must be something new about Mike. You must know that "The Quibbler" has almost become the exclusive media for Mike's incident, just like the last issue of "The Quibbler" "Used most of the space to tell about Mike's affairs.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa and shut herself up, also rushed over and shouted loudly:

"Is there any news from Mike?"

Ron curled his lips in front of the fireplace, he suddenly felt a little jealous of Mike.

But Hermione obviously didn't care about his reaction. Hermione snatched the "Quietone" from Harry's hand, and quickly flipped through it.

What surprised Harry was that as Hermione flipped through the pages, the expression on her face became increasingly uglier.

"Clap!"

Hermione finally couldn't take it anymore and began to cover her face and cry bitterly, and the "Quieker" fell to the ground.

Harry quickly picked it up and read it, but he had just turned a page when his expression changed.

I saw that it was clearly written in enlarged scarlet fonts:

"Shock!It was his most respected headmaster—Dumbledore—who captured the hero McTownley! "

"Dumbledore: In the face of evil, I will be obedient, and in the face of heroes, I will strike hard!" "

"This...it's impossible!"

Harry murmured in disbelief, and began frantically flipping through the contents, trying to convince himself that it was just a lie.

But it's a pity that the evidence published by the Freemasons in "The Quibbler" is very rich, and it even includes a magical picture of Dumbledore holding up the sword of the sun and slashing at Mike.

"Slap! Plop!"

The poor Quibbler fell to the floor again, this time with Harry himself.

Looking up at the thin rain curtain outside the window, Harry's heart was icy cold!
At this moment, the deepest belief in his heart is constantly collapsing!
PY A friend's book, "I add a point to the soldier"

(End of this chapter)