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Arthur Weasley looked a little strange at Scrimgeour walking straight past him and stepping into the elevator.

"Why is Director Scrimgeour so strange today, I didn't pay attention to him when I greeted him." Arthur Weasley had just come out of the elevator when he met Director Scrimgeour of the Auror office who was going down the elevator and greeted him, but received no response.

However, Arthur was not such a real person, and walked towards the minister's office with his legs up.

"Bang." Before he could reach the door of the minister's office, the door was opened from the inside, and Deputy Minister Umbridge cursed and walked out from the inside, closing the door of the minister's office tightly.

"Crazy, crazy, they're all crazy, I'm going to react with Wizengamot, I'm going to report to the International Confederation of Wizards, I'm going to the Daily Prophet to expose!" Umbridge muttered as he walked.

Arthur Weasley, who was close at hand, was also ignored.

Arthur Weasley: "??? Did I cast a phantom spell on myself today? Why didn't anyone pay attention to me?

Fortunately, Arthur was finally not left unattended after entering the minister's office, and Minister Fudge said to Arthur, "Mr. Weasley, I heard that you wrote the Muggle Protection Act when you worked in the Department of Prohibition of Muggle Abuse, and now there is a job that needs you in particular. "

Arthur suddenly straightened his chest," Minister Fudge pleased.

"I want you to draft a Law No. against Discrimination against Non-Pure-Blood Wizards as a way to ease the conflict between pure-blood and non-pure-blood wizards that has been amplified by Voldemort."

Arthur Weasley immediately felt that he had found a soulmate after listening to Fudge's words, "Yes, Minister, I will definitely complete the task!" At

this time, in the Auror office, the young Aurors were listening to Director Scrimgeour's instructions and arranging work.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and the Andean warriors are walking in all directions, Death Eaters, they must be suppressed at any time, and they will not be suppressed!"

Scrimgeour stood at his desk, waving his hands vigorously.

"Think about it, you took your wife, you went out of town, you watched Quidditch still singing, and suddenly you let the Death Eaters rob you! So, a day without Death Eaters is a good day. "

Most of the Aurors at this time were young, and some of the older ones had died or retired from injuries in battles with the Death Eaters more than a decade earlier, and were immediately covered with chicken blood when they were mobilized by Scrimgeour.

"After doing this, we will definitely make a name for ourselves in the wizarding world, boys, are we ready to fight?"

"Ready Director, what should we do?"

"From the file eleven years ago, screen out the list of possible Death Eaters, and directly lead the team to the door to confirm, as long as it is a direct arrest with the mark of the Death Eater on the left arm, if it resists, it will be killed on the spot!" If you do not cooperate with the investigation, directly control it. "

It's always easy for wizards to check the archives, and they flew directly to bring up the documents of the Death Eaters who had fallen when Voldemort fell," Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Igor Karkaroff... Giannis Goyle, Joel Clark..." The

names of wizards who had been Death Eaters but had not been duly punished were constantly being called.

"Director, these people are not easy to deal with, the patriarch and members of the pureblood family, the headmaster of Durmstrang, and the headmaster of Hogwarts Slytherin House..."

The young Aurors who had just been beaten with chicken blood now calmed down after reading the list, and there was a feeling that a storm was about to break out in the wizarding world.

"Why don't you move? That Paul Selwyn, do you have relatives who are Death Eaters.

Scrimgeour pointed to the young man who had joined the Auror team a few years after graduating, "Three men bring Selwyn to the courtroom first, lest he miss the plan of action."

"Director! Director is wronged, Director, that's just a cousin of my family, I haven't even met him a few times, Director. Paul

Selwyn was taken under control by Scrimgeour in the Auror office and taken out of the Auror office.

The Aurors finally understood Scrimgeour's determination and began to team up to choose the mission target.

......

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England.

"Lucius Malfoy, something happened to you! Come with us? "Scrimgeour led the team directly to the Malfoy family's estate first.

Lucius looked at the group of uninvited guests in front of him and suppressed the anger in his heart. "Director Scrimgeur, who doesn't know that I, Lucius Malfoy, am a very good man, I invest in schools and contribute to educating the future of the wizarding world, I support the work of the Ministry of Magic, I provide a lot of support to Minister Fudge, I don't know what I have committed?"

Scrimgeour didn't talk any nonsense with him, and directly rolled up Lucius's sleeve, the cuffs of the wizard's robe were very loose, and Lucius was swept above his arm by Scrimgeour without preparation.

I saw a black demon mark dangling on Lucius's left arm exposed in front of everyone.

"Director, it's a Death Eater, that's right." The young Horroger who followed Scrimgeour spoke.

Scrimgeour nodded, "Take away!"

Lucius Malfoy: "??? "

Didn't he already successfully wash his money ability when he fell with Voldemort, how come there are still people who talk about the Death Eaters now, Voldemort has disappeared for ten years!"

"I said ten years ago when I was on trial that I was controlled by the Death Eaters with the Soul Reaper Curse! Do you want to overturn the results of the judgment? Lucius exclaimed.

"There are more wizards controlled by the Soul Reaper Curse, but the Dark Mark is only available to Death Eaters recognized by mysterious people."

Voldemort never imagined that the Dark Mark he used to control his men would become important evidence that the Aurors were now capturing the Death Eaters.

"I don't care how you escaped the sanction in the first place, now the wise Minister Fudge has decided to retry all old cases and let you Death Eaters who got away with it be punished as you deserve!"

Well, it turns out that Fudge, you old boy, originally thought that you were an incompetent stupid color, turned out to be a greedy person with such a big appetite. Lucius Malfoy thought that the benefits he had given Fudge had failed to satisfy Fudge's appetite, and now Fudge was beating himself up with the excuse of a Death Eater.

If there is a need, it is easy to do, thinking of this, Lucius stopped his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, who wanted to step forward to stop it.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. There is no need to tell my son about this.

Narcissa nodded, gloomy as Scrimgeour took her husband.

But completely contrary to Lucius's idea, he never had a chance to come back.