The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Two days later, the courtroom of the Ministry of Magic.

With a soft creak, the old door was slowly opened.

Through the dim light, Scrimgeour's resolute face was full of vicissitudes of life.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, long time no see."

Yagus walked into the courtroom, still with that decent smile on his face.

It has not changed at all due to the chaotic environment around it.

Scrimgeour looked up and then ignored it.

"We haven't seen each other for several months. Don't you recognize me, Mr. Scrimgeour?"

Yagus smiled lightly and sat aside calmly.

"Go away, disgusting dark wizard!"

Scrimgeour stared intently at Argus.

"Sooner or later, I will imprison you in Azkaban with my own hands!"

"Catch me in Azkaban?" Yagus seemed to have heard some big joke.

"Instead of saying harsh words here, Mr. Scrimgeour should think more about how he can survive Azkaban."

"Do you think the dark wizards and pure-blood families in Azkaban will let you walk out alive?"

Scrimgeour said coldly: "You don't need to worry about this!"

"Of course I won't worry about it, after all, it's not me who dies."

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Scrimgeour's family seems to have been hidden by you in the United States, right?"

"You said, if you die, what will the wizards who are being hunted by you do if they know about it?"

"Grindelwald!" Scrimgeour tried to get up, but was tied tightly by the chains behind him.

His tawny hair and thick eyebrows swayed wildly.

The whole person is like an angry lion.

"Don't involve them in the matters between us! They are innocent!"

"Innocent? Of course they are innocent, so I won't do anything to them."

"But the same cannot be said for other wizards." Argus didn't care about Scrimgeour's anger.

His expression remained indifferent.

"Mr. Scrimgeour doesn't still want me to protect your family for you, does he?"

“Do you really think all saints are saints?”

"Grindelwald! I'll kill you!" The chains on Scrimgeour kept making clanging sounds.

Madly rushed towards Yagus, with bright red blood oozing from his wrists and ankles.

"Expelliarmus!"

Argus cast a disarming spell, knocking Scrimgeour down hard.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you don't want your family to suffer inhuman torture from countless dark wizards, right?"

"Or do you think Dumbledore can always protect you?"

"He is helping you, but he just wants to use you to check and balance Fudge to achieve his goal of controlling the Ministry of Magic."

Yagus frowned slightly, seeming to feel uncomfortable with the dark environment of the trial room.

And the most important thing, what he didn't say, was that Dumbledore wanted to keep Scrimgeour in preparation for his future fight against Voldemort.

Unfortunately Scrimgeour didn't know this.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to arouse your emotions.

"But if he knew that you chose to seek refuge with Fudge, do you think he would continue to help you?"

Scrimgeour stood up, his eyes full of anger: "I didn't!"

"Whether you have it or not is not important at all. What is important is whether Dumbledore thinks you have it." Argus said lightly.

"Before I came here, I asked Fudge to send someone to delay sending you to Azkaban."

"What do you think Dumbledore would think if he knew about this?"

"Do you think you were wronged? Or do you think you chose to join Fudge to save your life?"

"When the time comes, both you and your family will become his abandoned children."

"I'm sorry for the little girl who just entered Ilvermorny. I'm afraid she won't be able to graduate from school safely."

"You...you!" Scrimgeour collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

His eyes were bloodshot!

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I have no time to waste with you!"

"Now, tell me, what are your choices?"

Scrimgeour said nothing, lowered his head and remained silent.

"One last time, your choice!"

Argus' eyes were cold, and when he saw that Scrimgeour still had no intention of speaking, he turned around and left.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you have been given your chance."

"It's your choice to give up. I hope you won't regret it in the future!"

"etc!"

At the last moment when Argus stepped out of the door, Scrimgeour finally spoke.

In an instant, he seemed to have aged dozens of years.

"You...what do you need me to do!"

Done!

The corner of Yagus's mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

Although Voldemort's methods are crude, they are indeed effective!

Even against a tough guy like Scrimgeour, you can be several percent more confident.

In the original book, Scrimgeour would rather be tortured to death by Voldemort than reveal any information about Harry.

It can be seen from this that Scrimgeour's hatred for the dark wizard is definitely above his own life.

But Yagus believes that no one is without weaknesses!

And Scrimgeour's weakness is his family!

If he didn't care about his family, he wouldn't deliberately send his family to the United States to prevent the British dark wizard from retaliating!

After getting the reply he wanted, Yagus was secretly relieved.

Everything he said before was just his use of Scrimgeour's care for his family to mentally oppress Scrimgeour.

You know, Fudge himself coveted the position of Auror Director, so how could he cooperate with Argus!

But Scrimgeour didn't know that from his arrest to now, Fudge had been giving him the illusion that Fudge and Argus were in a cooperative relationship.

Therefore, he had no doubts about what Yagus told Fudge to send someone.

I never thought that these were just lies used by Yagus to negotiate!

Scrimgeour's eyes no longer had the color they once had.

For him to cooperate with the dark wizard he believed in was tantamount to betraying his faith.

He asked in an unprecedentedly tired voice: "What do you want by leaving me alive?"

"Magic? Golden Gallon..."

"I need your connections and reputation within Auror Command."

Argus turned his head and looked at Scrimgeour.

"Tell me who are your cronies in the Auror Command, and what are the methods to control them and gain their trust!"

"Leave them all to me."

Scrimgeour nodded and spoke tremblingly.

He knew that from the moment he opened his mouth, he no longer had the capital to negotiate.

After telling Yagus everything he knew, he sat quietly in the corner and stopped talking.

Argus picked up his wand, waved it lightly, and a brush and parchment flew out from the door, recording everything Scrimgeour had just said.

Looking at Scrimgeour's face, a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Scrimgeour."

"I forgot to tell you that everything just happened was just my plan and guess, and it didn't actually happen."

“Happy to work with!”

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Scrimgeour alone in the courtroom, furious and helpless.