Hogwarts Everything is Three

"It's too difficult to take out things that don't belong to me from Gringotts. The goblins will protect their wealth at all costs," Hermione spread her palms and waved her hand outwards, her voice a little helpless, "I never thought it was suitable. The way, the fairies do not have a good impression of wizards, and it is absolutely impossible to actively cooperate...Since 1865, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to let the fairies completely control Gringotts..."

"...Now there is no conclusive evidence, and there is no way you can order them to surrender the Horcrux through administrative means..." Scrimgeour squinted and said coldly, "The Ministry of Magic has never cooperated with fairies, and the Fairy Liaison Office has also Don’t interfere with the behavior of these fairies in Gringotts... Fairies will not ruin their reputation for wizards, this is the basis of their foothold... I doubt these stingy guys... If that Bellatrix Lestrange Dare to show up in front of them and ask to take out their own things. These things will even inform us secretly to avoid taking things that do not belong to them from their banks..."

　　 Penello sneered disdainfully: "So what you mean is-if the fairies refuse to cooperate, then the Horcrux will not be destroyed?"

"I mean to be cautious! Do you want to use your usual violent means to force them to surrender their Horcruxes? This will definitely not work, Miss Klivat, this is no longer a matter of the Dark Lord." Scrimgeour looked a little annoyed. , He forcibly endured the emotions of wanting to reprimand Penello, and raised his voice solemnly towards Penello, "Gringotts Bank is the only wizarding bank in the UK. Today, the economy of our magical world is largely Controlled by the fairies, so we must not act rashly and solve problems rudely!"

"You came here today and proposed that we want us to stop the mysterious people with all our strength. Then let the fairies hand over the Horcruxes, isn't that the way to stop them? As a result, just because the fairies were unwilling, they chose to give up destroying the Horcruxes?" Penello He sneered, "Is it because Voldemort is causing the most damage, or is the goblin causing the most damage?"

"Miss Crevat! You should have studied the history of magic! The two rebellions of the fairies in history have been counted! Which time did it bring **** and thrilling consequences? This is not your treatment of those dark wizards!" See Penello for nothing! Indifferently, Scrimgeour left his position and stood up like an angry lion, and said, "Once the third war between the goblin and the wizard is triggered by the contention for the Horcrux, who will bear the consequences? Are you still the Harris family, who can afford it?"

Penello didn't back down, she stared at the Auror office director with a fierce face: "I don't think these bully and hard-working guys can stop anyone! If these goblins are facing the unreasonable Dark Lord, I think they will soon Will compromise!"

Scrimgeour continued to yell: "Which Dark Lord is facing? The third one?!" Scrimgeour only felt a violent shock in his body, he blinked and shook his head to wake up and found himself At this point, he was seated again.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I am honored that you came to my brother's wedding today. You broke into my private reception room rudely, and I can understand it, because you told me a piece of information you found to fight the dark wizard... "Allen continued to stroke the Phoenix Anka on his lap to keep it from getting excited, "But frankly, you never really wanted to cooperate with me because you were afraid of me becoming the third Dark Lord?"

　　 Scrimgeour's tone became softer: "...you should be aware that your family's behavior has made many people uneasy..."

"I understand..." Alan raised his gaze and looked at Scrimgeour and nodded, while his fingers were hooking Anka's chin so that the bird squinted comfortably, "You have been driving vigorously and committed to you. My goal, for so many years without relying on other people to obtain today’s achievements and status, if it is not forced by the situation, you will not go with those pure blood, if it is not forced by the situation, you would not want to come here today I make friends... You told me that you want to cooperate with me to support my family... But you have no respect for me, you don’t even want to call my principal... You came to my house on the day of my brother’s wedding, just to let I will help you solve the other Dark Lord in your mind..."

　　 Scrimgeour stood up again: "If you have anything to ask you to speak up, as long as I don't violate the law, I will do it..."

"Scrimgeour... Scrimgeour..." Allen stood up after putting Anka on his shoulders again, spreading his hands, "Because I know who you are, I have always given a lot of respect and patience... But in the end What did I do to make you disrespect me so much?"

　　 "Do you think you have something we are looking at?" Penello put his hand on his wand, "What do you think you have the right to negotiate terms with Alan on an equal footing?!!!"

Scrimgeour, who still wanted to talk, suddenly felt that his feet were suddenly empty and his body began to fall. He lowered his head and realized that the magic called the door of another world had been opened under his body at some point-after he stood on the ground again Only then did I realize that he had left the reception room and was in the garden of Harris Manor.

　　 In this cluster of flowers, the chattering and laughing voices of those witches not far away reached his ears, and the white servants walked through the garden with various food and drinks.

Knowing that he had been sent off, he snorted and strode out the door a few steps, but he suddenly stopped. He turned his head angrily and stared at the second floor. He clenched his fist and closed his lips. He was tight, his complexion was blue, and the veins on his neck were stretched. He secretly made up his mind that he must stop them, and must not let Alan Harris and the others do such brutality.

So Scrimgeour began to search in the garden, and finally he saw Dumbledore’s pointed wizard hat swinging back and forth on his head~www.ltnovel.com~ He quickly took a few steps in Dumbledore’s direction, he thought To inform the other party of what had just happened in the reception room, since Harris did not accept it, then he planned to try to contact Dumbledore even if he and the White Wizard had been at odds for many years.

But before taking a few steps, Scrimgeour stopped, because after he got closer, he realized that on Dumbledore’s side, several Order of the Phoenix and the little wizards had formed a circle—the boy who survived the disaster. Lee Potter didn't know why he sat on the ground, but he could see that he seemed a little uncomfortable after taking off his glasses, rubbing the wizards around his eyes.

　　 Realizing that it was not the time to speak at all, Scrimgeour resolutely turned around and left Harris Manor in a large stride. He planned to contact Dumbledore in private later.

Harry, who was surrounded by the middle, was sitting on the ground. Dumbledore was raising his hand to attach Harry’s forehead through the emptiness. This made Harry only feel pain from the scar on his forehead, and Ginny kneeled on him. Let Harry lean on her and wave his hand to refuse the kindness of the attendant who approached again.

　　 "Harry, how are you feeling now?"

Harry raised his head and saw the anxious face of Sirius among the people around him dazedly. Because he didn't wear glasses, his godfather's face looked a little fuzzy at this time, and he swallowed. Spit: "Sirius, I'm fine, but I have a headache suddenly."

Ron quickly picked up a glass of butter beer and took a sip from his friend, and then he said, "Harry had a headache again just now. He kept talking about what it might be called'Grigovich. 'The guy."