Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

The Knight Bus was fast, and in a short while, they were standing in front of this red brick department store that was only built as a cover for St. Mungo's but never actually opened. The war has not affected here, and it is still as decayed and deserted as before. There are only a few cracked dummies in the window, with wigs on one side, in different poses, and they are wearing clothes from at least ten years ago. Big signs saying "Closed for renovation" hung on the dusty doors.

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

As if realizing that it was the Minister of Magic, the dummy reacted quickly, nodded slightly, and waved its connected fingers. After a wave of magic power, Lockhart pulled Hermione and led the other two boys straight through the glass and walked in.

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

A few strikers standing by the wall in charge of protecting St. Mungo first recognized Lockhart and nodded to him. One of them, who should be the captain, came over, stuck to him and whispered to him that sk The location of Lin Jie's ward.

"Fifth floor." Lockhart turned to tell the other three.

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

St. Mungo's has built-in anti-apparition. If someone comes, the guard's strikers will warn the Ministry of Magic under the cover of a simple protective spell inside the building. Aurors from the Ministry of Magic and even Lockhart are a few miles away. It's there in no time.

This is obviously the best ward in St. Mungo's, spacious, bright, crisp and clean. Scrimgeour was lying on the bed with a pale face, reading the latest Daily Prophet, while his wife looked at him tenderly.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." Lockhart greeted the middle-aged witch politely. Despite his familiarity with Scrimgeour, it was indeed the first time he had met Mrs. Scrimgeour - the senior Auror had clearly done a good job of keeping his family safe under Rule 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 look nervous, but neatly transformed four chairs with her magic wand: "Please sit down... There are three young gentlemen and ladies—this is the minister's wife?"

"Um - yes," replied Hermione cheerfully, "Nice to meet you, Mrs Scrimgeour."

"The minister's wife is so beautiful," the middle-aged witch praised, "I heard that she is a very capable member of the Order of the Phoenix? What a perfect match..."

"How can I be so capable..." The minister's wife was a little embarrassed.

"How is Rufus' health? When will he recover?" Lockhart sat down in a 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 was squashed, but fortunately he was not dead, and another death curse was blocked for him. "She said, "It's a pity that Kingsley is gone. In order to save him...he just died."

"The Shacklebolt family... treat them well. I'm very weak now, and I'll feel dizzy even after sitting for a while, it may take you a while." Scrimgeour squirmed his lips and said softly, "Mr. Potter is an Auror now? "

"Yes, sir." Harry answered quickly.

"Well. Do it well. That old guy in Alastor said that you will become an excellent Auror." Scrimgeour nodded, and felt a little tired after only a few words.

"How long will it be before Mr. Scrimgeour leaves the hospital?" Hermione looked sadly at the man on the hospital bed,

In my impression, Scrimgeour always stands straight, has sharp eyes, and is full of momentum. At this moment, he was half lying and half sitting on the hospital bed, the sunlight from the window illuminated his face, making this mighty Auror look pale, and with his gray hair, he looked like someone who was about to leave. terminally ill patients.

"St. Mungo's is already providing the best care," said his wife resignedly. "But it will take at least one month to leave the hospital, and half a year to return to normal."

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

"Oh, good." Hermione immediately stood up, grabbed the clothes of the two boys, and asked them to stand up too.

Mrs Scrimgeour rose of her own accord without waiting for her husband to speak. Say to the three children: "Go, I will take you out to see the patients in other wards."

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After there were only two people left in the room, Rufus glanced up at Lockhart and shook his head slightly: "Gidero, I read everything you did in the newspaper...I understand your mood and thoughts ...But, it can't be like this."

Of course, Scrimgeour couldn't be as obsessed with how many wives he wanted to marry like Mrs. Weasley. What he said naturally meant that he had killed several Death Eaters.

can not be like this? If it can’t be done like this, so what, let’s just leave it at that, if it’s “not allowed to do like this”, then it’s worth arguing about it.

Lockhart didn't make any response, and moved the chair a little closer to him: "It has caused a lot of criticism, I know. But I want to do a bigger thing now, here, I want to work with the next magician Discuss with the minister."

"Bigger?"

"There are hundreds of wizards imprisoned in the prison, and there are twenty or thirty of them that I want to kill." Lockhart said, "But I can't come up with any statement or evidence that can sentence them to death. I will have a hard time after I leave office..."

"Alas..." Scrimgeour didn't know what to say, but he understood: Voldemort is not dead yet, some people really can't let go. "Create an accident."

"You're talking too general, accident? Who would have thought of it, but what kind of accident can kill all these guys and keep me out of it?" Lockhart shook his head, very dissatisfied with his answer: " I will be responsible for any accidental death, but there is a big difference between 'responsible' and 'everyone thinks I did it'. In the former case, I can pretend Under the pressure of being forced to resign and step down, and then let you go up, and in the latter case, I will face endless revenge..."

"You have done many things in such a murderous manner, are you still afraid of revenge?"

"I'm not afraid, but I have parents, a sister, and a beloved wife." Lockhart looked into Scrimgeour's eyes and said, "I can't let them live in fear for the rest of their lives. Wanted to kill all the Death Eaters and their family, but when I calmed down I realized I couldn't."

"Well, I'm glad you're still aware of that... But why do you have to kill them, you don't have any family members who died in this war, what kind of grudge?"

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

"This kind of oath..."

"Oaths are meant to be broken. It's true to say that - if I can't do what I swear to do or I don't want to do it, I will break it. There is no psychological burden. But the key is that I Now I can do it, and I want to do it very much, why don't you think of a way." Lockhart leaned closer to Scrimgeour, with his hands resting on the edge of his hospital bed: "It's out of selfishness, but even if you don't think about it, The new route and prospect I have planned for the wizarding world does not require these stubborn pure-blood families... To be precise, it is best not to have such people.”

Scrimgeour didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

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

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

"Um."

"Understood. But now the dementors have not yet submitted to the Ministry of Magic, so I don't know where to hide them." Lockhart got the reminder, and he was satisfied that the trip was worthwhile: "Then the plan is very clear, but it depends on the dementors." 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 a good impression to the people of the wizarding world."

"Gidero, think carefully before deciding to do this."

"I know it." Lockhart assured him, then stood up and walked towards the door: "I wish you a speedy recovery."

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【Recommendation ticket】

——(To be continued.)

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