Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

The Cavaliers bus was very fast, and after a while, they stood in front of this red brick department store that was only built to cover St. Mungo's, but never actually opened. The war didn't spread to this place, and the place is still as decayed and deserted as it used to be. There are only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, different postures, and clothes from at least ten years ago. The dusty doors were hung with big signs saying "Closed for renovation".

Lockhart approached the window, looked up at the ugly dummy, and said, "Visit Rufus Scrimgeour."

Seemingly realizing that it was the Minister of Magic, the dummy responded quickly, nodded slightly, and moved the linked fingers. After a wave of magic power, Lockhart dragged Hermione and walked in directly through the glass with the other two boys.

Although order in the wizarding world has been restored, St. Mungo's is still very busy - some wizards who were injured in the war have not been discharged from the hospital, but it is impossible for a large number of wizards who have moved to nearby London to stay ill and not injured because of this... …rows of witches and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs in the waiting room, some looking normal, reading hospital-provided magazines, others apparently injured by backfire or runaway spells and black magic , looks bad.

Several batters standing by the wall responsible for protecting St. Mungo's were the first to recognize Lockhart and nodded their hello to him. One of them, who should be the captain, came over, stuck to him and whispered to him. The location of Lin Jie's ward.

"Fifth floor." Lockhart turned back and told the other three.

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Scrimgeour's ward was at the innermost part of the aisle on the fifth floor, and along the way, he had to pass the inspection of the first striker. In fact, the biggest task of the strikers stationed in St. Mungo was to protect Scrimgeour.

St Mungo's has its own Anti-Apparition, and if anyone comes, guard batters will alert the Ministry of Magic under the cover of simple protective spells inside the building, and the Ministry of Magic's Aurors and even Lockhart are miles away. Arrived in no time.

This is obviously the best ward in St. Mungo's, spacious, bright, fresh and clean. Scrimgeour lay pale on the bed, reading the latest Daily Prophet, his wife watching him tenderly.

"Madame, good afternoon." Lockhart greeted the middle-aged witch politely. Although he knew Scrimgeour very well, he did meet Mrs Scrimgeour for the first time - the senior Auror had clearly done a good job of keeping his family under Article 12 of the Auror Code.

"Mr. Minister!" Mrs. Scrimgeour stood up. It was not the first time she had seen the Minister of Magic, although the Minister in front of her was completely different from the previous one. But she didn't appear nervous either, but neatly transformed four chairs with her wand: "Please sit down... and three young gentlemen and young ladies - is this the Minister's wife?"

"Well—yes," Hermione replied happily. "Nice to meet you, Mrs Scrimgeour."

"The minister's wife is really beautiful," the middle-aged witch praised, "I heard that she is still a highly skilled Order of the Phoenix? It's a perfect match..."

"How can you be so strong..." The Minister's wife was a little embarrassed.

"How's Rufus doing. When will he recover?" Lockhart sat down in his chair and asked straight to the point.

"Rufus was hit by the defensive magic on the wall of the Ministry of Magic during the battle... The snake in the anti-death-curse vest he was wearing was squashed, but fortunately he was not completely dead, and he blocked a death curse for him. She said, "It's a pity Kingsley, in order to save him . . . is gone."

"The Shacklebolt family... treat them well. I'm so empty right now that I feel dizzy even after sitting for a while. It may take a while for you to work hard." Scrimgeour pursed his lips and said softly, "Mr. Potter is an Auror now? "

"Yes, sir," Harry replied quickly.

"Yeah. Work hard, the old Alastor said, you'll be a good Auror." Scrimgeour nodded, and after only a few words, he felt a little tired.

"How long until Mr. Scrimgeour is out of the hospital?" Hermione looked sadly at the man on the hospital bed. She remembered that Scrimgeour was always standing upright, with sharp eyes and full of momentum. At this moment, he was lying on the hospital bed and half sitting, leaning on the pillow, the sunlight coming in from the window illuminated his face, making the mighty Auror look pale, with gray hair, like a man who was about to leave. Terminally ill patients at the end of their lives.

"St Mungo's is already providing the best treatment," said his wife helplessly. "But it will take at least a month to be discharged from the hospital and half a year to return to normal."

"Hermione, Harry, Ron. Go out, I have something to discuss with Rufus."

"Oh, good." Hermione stood up at once, clutching the two boys' clothes, begging them to stand up too.

Mrs Scrimgeour stood up consciously without waiting for her husband to speak. Say to the three children, "Come on, I'll take you out to see patients in other wards."

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After there were only two people in the room, Rufus raised his eyes and glanced at Lockhart, shaking his head slightly: "Guidero, I read everything you did in the newspaper... I understand your mood and thoughts. ...but, it can't be like that."

Of course, Scrimgeour couldn't have been staring at how many wives he wanted to marry like Mrs. Weasley, and what he said was, of course, that he had killed several Death Eaters.

not like this? What can you do if you can't do this, and it's not like this. If it's "not allowed to do this", then you need to argue.

Lockhart didn't respond, and moved his chair a little closer to him: "It caused a lot of criticism, I know. But I want to do something bigger right now, and here I am with the next magician. Let the minister discuss it."

"Bigger?"

"There are hundreds of wizards in prison, and there are twenty or thirty of them that I want to kill." Lockhart said, "but I can't produce any arguments or evidence that can sentence them to death. The days after I leave office will be very difficult..."

"Ugh..." Scrimgeour didn't know what to say, but he understood: Voldemort wasn't dead, and some people really couldn't let it go. "Create an accident."

"You are too general, accident? Who can't think of it, but what kind of accident can kill all these guys and keep me out of it?" Lockhart shook his head, dissatisfied with his answer: " I will be responsible for whatever accident causes death, but there is a big difference between 'responsible' and 'everyone thinks it was me'. In the former case, I can pretend that Under the pressure of being forced to resign and step down, and then let you go up, in the latter case, I will face endless revenge..."

"You've done a lot of things so murderously, and you're still afraid of revenge?"

"I'm not afraid, but I have parents, a sister, and a beloved wife." Lockhart looked Scrimgeour in the eye and said, "I can't let them live their whole lives in fear, and if it is possible, I am very Wanted to kill all the Death Eaters and their family, but when I calmed down I realized I couldn't do it."

"Well, I'm glad you are still aware of this... But why do you have to kill them~www.readwn.com~ You don't have family members who died in this war, right? What grudges?"

"Moody is my family," Lockhart said flatly. "The day he died, I swore to kill all the Death Eaters in the world."

"This kind of oath..."

"Oaths are meant to be broken in the first place, so it's true to say so - if I swear to do something I can't do or really don't want to do, breaking it is a violation, and there's no psychological burden. But the key lies in me I can do it now, and I really want to do it, why don't you think of a way." Lockhart leaned over to Scrimgeour, resting his hands on the edge of his hospital bed: "It's selfish, but even without thinking about it, The new line and prospects I have planned for the wizarding world do not require these stubborn purebloods... to be precise, it is better not to exist."

Scrimgeour did not speak, but nodded slightly.

After a while, he spit out a word: "Dementor."

"Dementor?" Lockhart straightened up, repeated the term, and instantly understood what the other party meant.

"Ok."

"Understood. But now the Dementor hasn't returned to the Ministry of Magic, and I don't know where to hide." Lockhart was prompted, and he was instantly satisfied with the worthwhile trip: "Then the plan is very clear, but we have to look at the camera. Can the ghosts cooperate... I will clean up the mess and wait for you to take over. What you have to do now is to take care of yourself and give the people of the wizarding community a good impression."

"Gidro, think about it before you decide to do it."

"I know," Lockhart assured him, then got up and walked to the door. "Get well soon."

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——(To be continued.)

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