From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Come on the cup, kid, kid."

It was not until the heat of the hot cocoa passed to the cheek through the paper cup that Percy returned to God.

He looked at the director of the Auro office around him, apparently he didn't hear what he just said.

Skelinjie handed the heat to Percy, repeated the previous words.

"Thank you, sir." Percy pinched the paper cup in his hand, but didn't mean to drink, but he was in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

"Drink." Skelinjie urged.

Percy took a sip obediently, but looking at his expression, obviously didn't know what he was drinking.

Skelinjie nodded with satisfaction, and then returned to his seat.

Now he and Percy are sitting in a interrogation room. Both walls are brushed into dazzling white, but Percy has not been restricted by anything, but his wand was managed by Squirie himself.

One hour ago, after the Black Demon was lit up over the Camp of the Kuiddica World Cup, almost 20,000 wizards saw it as soon as possible. A few minutes later, almost all the wizards who came to watch the Queidic World Cup knew this. Various rumors and news were flying around, and officials in the Ministry of Magic were even more burnt.

Fuji dealt with this matter in his office. Except for Sxclinjie, he did not meet any parties. It seems that you can put your head into the sand, so you can let the black demon mark not find yourself.

Of course, he claims to be the Bulgarian Magic Minister who needs to watch the World Cup. In fact, until now, Fuji, the stupid Dongxi, did not figure out that the other party would speak English, and still tried to communicate with the other party with a scratch.

As the director of the Auro office, Sx Jie was granted the right to deal with riots after the finals. There was only one request to ensure the peace of the British magic industry at all costs.

This is why Percy would sit with him in the interrogation room.

"In fact ..." Skelinjie found that his low voice attracted Percy's attention. Although his eyes still had no focus, he could at least determine that he was listening to Siklin Jie's speech.

"Ten years ago, we also encountered similar situations when we fought against the followers of mysterious people. At that time, this incident caused a widespread discussion in the wizarding world." Schlinjie's attitude was very easy. "You should listen to it too. Speaking, allowing Ao Luo to use the same force to fight the black wizard, it is the Death Eaters with the Black Devils. "

"The same force?" Percy's voice was not like himself, the chairman of the Hogwarts male student union, and the owner of the twelve O.W.LS certificates. In the past, he always has a serious energy, a very craftsmanship.

"It means unforgivable spells." Sxclin Jie was mild. If he let his other subordinates see it, he would break the glasses.

"We use the dead curse to fight against the death curse, use the drilling mantra to fight the drilling mantra, and use the soul gravitational curse to fight the soul gravitational curse." Schlinjie explained softly, "You didn't read the mantra tonight, right?"

"Yes, but ..." Percy wants to say something.

Skelinjie's voice faster than him, because he only needed "yes" that he didn't need to follow "Dan" behind.

"That's not even a mantra." Sklinjie leaned forward on the back chair, showing a curiosity, "What is the spell? The hot spell?"

"Yan explosion." Percy corrected.

"Ah, Yan Qiu Shu." Sklin Jie smiled, "Who learned from?"

"Professor Victor." Percy answered.

"Professor Victor?" Skelin Jie thought, "I thought it was Black taught you, you know, they said he blown up a whole street 13 years ago. But this Victor Multi -professor ... "

"He only taught us for less than half a year." Percy added, "In the summer vacation of 1992, Professor Victor left Hogwarts."

"Ah! I seem to have mentioned the name in the counterattack in the department. When they went to supervise and investigate Ruber Hagrid, the Professor Victor was also in Hogwarts." Sklinjie knocked on himself The head of the mind suddenly said.

"How is he now?" He asked again.

Percy shook his head: "I don't know, we have never heard of his news again, and even Victor's name or surname is unclear."

"Well, Percy. Do you know why he teach you this spell?" Sklinjie continued, "Or, do you think he has any purposes?"

"It's not he taught me ..." Percy quickly clarified for the professor, "I learned from senior students ... At that time, I was still in the fifth grade. Professor Victor only taught this spell to Seventh grade improvement students.

"For the sake?" Skelinjie followed very tightly.

"In order to cope with the N.E.W.T. test." Percy said, "Hogwarts always changes a professor of black magic defense in a year, so our progress has not been ideal. In order to allow more people to pass the test of black magic defense, Professor Victor taught this spell for seventh grade students. "

"He thought that as long as we could use a spell to remove the dark magic creatures in front of us, we could pass most of the exams." Percy's voice was no longer as weak as before when he talked about exams and study. "I thought it would be useful in future exams, so I learned this spell from the seventh-year students at that time. But I didn't expect that the first time I used this magic outside of school..."

"Okay, Percy. Don't think about it anymore. I might as well tell you the truth. Those who set fires and tricked Muggles everywhere after the finals deserved it! You don't need to be sad about it. What's more, you saved my life with that spell! I know how terrible the Cruciatus Curse is. Many people who were tortured by this spell wished they would die!" Scrimgeour interrupted Percy's memories. The dark wizard who was hit by the Pyroblast was dead and could not die anymore. The work of identifying his identity was still in progress, so he had time to comfort Percy here.

"But I killed someone after all... I committed a crime!" Scrimgeour said so much, but he still couldn't stop Percy from saying this.

This made him feel very anxious, and the smile on Scrimgeour's face disappeared, replaced by a cunning and serious look: "You did kill someone, but the crime is debatable."

"How could it be?" Percy asked in surprise.

"First, you were on patrol duty; second, in terms of the result, you saved my life; finally, your opponent was a dark wizard who used the Unforgivable Curse, and you just used a spell to pass the exam." Scrimgeour got up from his chair and circled around Percy in the interrogation room.

"I'm really tired of all this beating around the bush," he muttered. "You don't want to be thrown into Azkaban, do you?"

"Of course!" Percy replied quickly, but his face was immediately filled with a look of pain and struggle, "But if I deserve it..."

"Merlin! I've never seen a guy as rigid as you!" Scrimgeour began to wonder if his hint was not obvious enough, "You got a high score in N.E.W.T., right?"

"Yes, sir." Percy obviously didn't understand why he asked this.

"How did you do in Potions?"

"Excellent, sir..."

"I won't ask about Defense Against the Dark Arts, many old Aurors can't make such a big fuss...How about Transfiguration?"

"Excellent too, sir."

"How about Charms and Herbology?"

"Both excellent, sir."

"Very good, then, Mr. Weasley, your parents are very worried about you, and as far as I know, your family's financial situation is not good, and you can't even come up with a parole bond, right?" Scrimgeour returned to the interrogation table and placed both hands on the table. The chandelier on the ceiling cast a large shadow on Percy, completely covering him.

"Yes..." Percy was still wondering why Scrimgeour didn't continue to ask about his N.E.W.T. results. In fact, apart from his parents, no one had asked him so carefully, as if it was natural for him to get high scores, and no one saw how much effort he had put in for this.

Scrimgeour also noticed the expression on Percy's face, which made him doubt whether his decision was correct: "I'll just assume that this is because the first time you saw blood was too shocking..."

"What? Sir?" Percy didn't hear Scrimgeour's mumbling clearly.

"Nothing!" Scrimgeour raised his voice, "Do you want to meet your parents?"

"Can I, sir?" Percy couldn't believe his ears.

"No in principle, but as long as you sign this, it's OK." Scrimgeour produced a piece of parchment from nowhere and placed it in front of Percy.

"Job transfer application?" Percy read out in confusion, "Applicant, Percy Weasley, I voluntarily apply for a job transfer... from the British seat of the International Confederation of Wizards, Department of National Magical Cooperation, to the Auror Office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? But... I have never made such an application?"

Scrimgeour took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and finally said only one word: "Signed!"

Scrimgeour's brown hair and eyebrows were mixed with a little gray. His tough style made him trusted by his colleagues. At this time, because of Percy's wooden head, he was like an old lion.

Percy was intimidated by his power, and without saying a word, he picked up the quill on the table and signed this fresh job transfer application.

"Very good." Scrimgeour nodded with satisfaction and picked up the parchment from the table. "You must remember, remember what I am going to say next, Mr. Weasley. You submitted this application half a month ago... No, a month ago. You submitted this application a month ago, and I gave my approval half a month ago. However, due to the good tradition of civil servants in the Ministry of Magic blocking each other's work, it has not been sent to the Minister's office until now."

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

Scrimgeour tapped the parchment with his wand, and a scribbled signature "Rufus Scrimgeour" suddenly appeared on it.

The head of the Auror Office nodded with satisfaction, then folded it into a paper airplane with magic, opened the door of the interrogation room and threw it out.

"It's only one floor away. I hope no one will notice that it is not purple." Scrimgeour watched Percy's job transfer application go away and said to himself.

In the Ministry of Magic, the means of conveying messages between the departments is to use a light purple note. After writing the message that needs to be passed, these stripes will be automatically folded into paper planes. Arrive in other floors through the elevator.

Percy's Auro's office is located in the Magic Law Estatement of the Second Floor, above the Minister of Magic. After Squirie folded Percy's work transfer application into an airplane, the goal was the piles of documents that the Minister of Magic must review every day.

As long as you can confuse the level, Sx's small movement is successful.

"Okay, Mr. Weasley," Sixklinjie returned to Percy again. "Technically, you have become Ao Luo half a month ago, so you are The behavior of the black wizard marked by the black devil is fully legitimate and compliant! "

Percy looked surprised. He pointed his nose with his fingers and asked, "I? Ao Luo?"

"That's right." Sklinjie also returned Percy's wand to him. "Our routine conversation is over, you can go home now."

"I'm free?" Percy still couldn't believe it, "No punishment?"

"Now, I want you to remember it firmly again." Squirie said coldly.

Just like answering the question raised by the professor in the classroom, Percy, who had just graduated, said very smoothly: "I submitted an application for work mobilization a month ago, and you gave me a approval half a month ago ... Uh ... Is this? "

"I finally believe that your N.E.W.T. scores are all real materials." Sklin Jie showed a satisfactory smile. "After others asking why you were not punished, do you want to say so, do you understand?"

Percy nodded.

"Well, I will give you two days of administrative leave. Remember to come to work on time next Monday, Mr. Weasley." Sxclinjie waved his hand and rushed Percy to go out.

Percy finally glanced at Sylinjie and nodded with a certainty, and he opened the door and left the interrogation room.

The floor of Ao Luo's office seems to be made of cotton, which makes Percy's deep and deeper.

He looked around, and now there are not many people in the office. Most Auro is busy cleaned up the scene and arrested the wizards who could not leave the phantom.

Many small parts are empty, and the wanted order on the wall also looks lonely.

When Percy opened the door of the office and left, he hit Ao Luo, who came back to report, and he was carrying a bloody bag in his hand.

Percy looked at the syndrome bag and immediately leaned down and vomited.

Ao Luo understood what was going on, and stayed away from Percy with the syndrome bag.

"What happened?" Skelin Jie also heard the movement and came out of the interrogation room.

"This is really not a coincidence. Let him vomit for a while, young people always have this suffering." He touched his head after seeing the situation, "William Sen, did he come out?"

"Come out, sir." Percy, named William Sen Auro, walked in the direction of Siklinjie.

He brightened the evidence in his hand: "There is no use magic, and this head does not have the possibility of fake death like Peter Peter. , It can be determined as Marcus Gol. "" "" "" "" "

"Yeah, he died very simply." Skelin nodded, "Did the silent people of the mysterious affairs division find something valuable from his head?"

"Yes." William took out a memorandum from the pocket of the shirt and handed it to Schalinjie. "He has a associate, which records the conversation between them a period of time before the incident."

"Let me see ..." Squirie took a memorandum and looked at it.

"Didn't you even have a name?" He frowned. "They made these movements at the Kuiddic World Cup just to leave a way to contact the mysterious person?"

"The person who conspired with him disguised himself well. We couldn't find any flaws whether it was sound or body." William Sen replied.

"Do we have the object of doubt?" Skelinjie asked again, "Who do Macus Golfur with?"

William hesitated, and stepped forward and said, "Lucius Malfoy, the director of the International Magic Cooperation."

"I know he was accused of being a Death Eaters, but his motivation to commit crimes was not obvious?" Sklin Jie frowned. "A senior official of the Ministry of Magic and the major shareholders of the Optical Wheel Company, they were actually willing to destroy their own future. To contact someone who has been dead for more than ten years?

"A person who is willing to donate money to the Ministry of Magic to buy innocence will shout for a dead man ... Although I am not willing to believe it, we must act on this until it is completely excluded from his suspicion." Skk Lin Jie touched his chin.

"What should we do, sir?" William Sen asked.

"A person who dares to do such a big thing will definitely not show up easily. We are not sure that the mysterious man will really come back. Maybe this is just an accidental incident between two people who are dissatisfied with the status quo. Although we do have a suspect, the most important thing now is to ensure that similar things will not happen again at the Quidditch World Cup. Send all the manpower to maintain order!" Scrimgeour thought for a while and ordered, "After the matter is over, send two more people to keep an eye on Lucius Malfoy."

"Mr. Malfoy should not do such a thing." The weak Percy said, "Although my work at the Department of International Magical Cooperation is not very pleasant, I know that as a director of Hogwarts, he is quite close to Professor Dumbledore..."

"Really? Mr. Weasley?" Scrimgeour nodded as if he understood something, "When you come to work in the department on Monday, your first task is to keep an eye on your old boss. Of course, I will assign you to a skilled Auror."