Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Isn't it too early to celebrate now?"

After the young man finished talking to himself, he shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, and continued to wander around the crowd.

Although Diagon Alley is the largest business core in the entire wizarding world of the country, it is actually not too big. It didn't take long for the teenagers to finish shopping.

But the boy did not give up, but got into a hidden alley and entered Knockturn Alley through the door key.

Compared with the lively Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley is much quieter. Although it is broad day, there are not many people on the road. On the dark street, only the oil lamps hanging in front of the shops are still silent. exudes a dim light.

This is the characteristic of Knockturn Alley. Almost everyone who comes to shop here will choose to send it directly to the store that has the goods they need through the Floo network. Chance.

Generally speaking, the pedestrians you can see on Knockturn Alley, with very few exceptions, are basically either newcomers who have no Floo network node in the other party's store, or pure, terrifying dark wizards who have no fear at all. .

This young man is obviously not the former.

Because he seemed to be very familiar with Knockturn Alley, he was staring straight ahead, but his feet were skillfully bypassing one puddle after another, and finally came to the Bo Jin blog store.

Looking at the crumbling piece of wood in front of the store, which could barely be called a signboard, the corner of the boy's mouth rose.

But unlike what was expected, the boy stayed at the door of the Bojinbok store for a long time, but he didn't push the door in. Instead, his body distorted and disappeared.

Bo Jinbok, who was counting Jin Galleon in the store, raised his head and looked in the direction of the door.

But there was no one there.

Boginbok pouted, lowered his head again and began to count the gold coins on the counter over and over again.

Just now, he sensed a very familiar aura.

'That might be an illusion. ’

Boginbok thought to himself.

...

at the same time,

A twisted figure appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and gradually solidified, changing into the young man with brown hair.

Seeing this, the Director of the Auror Office, who had been waiting in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and said in a very earnest tone:

"Mr. Flint, Minister Scrimgeour has been waiting for a long time."

Chris couldn't help frowning when he heard the other party's address to him, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded and motioned for the other party to lead the way.

The Auror Office Director didn't have the slightest sloppy expression on his face. Instead, he took the lead in a humble way and started to lead the way for Chris.

The two went unimpeded, the director took Chris to the door and left, while Chris raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pushed the door open and walked in.

In the office at this time, Scrimgeour had his back to the door, silently staring at the clear sky that was simulated by magic outside the window, but his heart was filled with gloom.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Scrimgeour turned his head stiffly, staring blankly at Chris with bloodshot eyes.

"You don't seem to have a good rest." Chris said, looking at the person's deep dark circles and puffy face, "but this is normal, after all, no one will easily give up the power in his hands, so it's better to use the current situation. this way."

Scrimgeour didn't speak, just silently opened the humidor on the table.

But to his disappointment, the box that was supposed to be full of cigars was empty. He then recalled that he seemed to have finished smoking the cigars the night before.

At this moment, a cigar engraved with a Cuban elf pattern was stretched out in front of him.

Scrimgeour looked up and saw that Chris was holding a cigar and looking at him half-smile.

After a moment of hesitation, Scrimgeour finally took the cigar from Chris's hand and lit it with his wand.

"call!"

Scrimgeour let out a long puff of smoke, then coughed twice in pain.

This is the result of smoking a cigar through the lungs. You must know that the lungs are the correct way to taste cigars, but at this moment Scrimgeour can't control so much.

Because only the burning sensation in his chest can relieve the depression in his heart a little.

Chris, who was on the side, looked at Scrimgeour quietly, until the other party's breathing calmed down a little, and then he said:

"So...what's your decision?"

Hearing this, Scrimgeour's hand that was holding the cigar began to tremble. He panted heavily and shouted in a hoarse voice that was suppressed to the extreme:

"It's not fair!"

"There is no fairness in this world, and the fairness that people see is only the result that most people can accept under the exchange of interests." Chris's fingers rubbed the dark wand, "Strictly speaking, it's a coincidence that you can become the Minister of Magic. How unfair is this to other people who have been out of this position all their lives for various reasons? So, ah, you are not qualified to say such things. of."

The muscles on Scrimgeour's face were twitching constantly. He wanted to refute Chris's words, but after thinking for a long time, he finally lowered his head silently.

Chris on the opposite side did not urge him, but instead visited the office with a relaxed attitude, as if he was already the owner of the place.

"What are you going to do with Mike Townley?"

Scrimgeour's voice came over, and the corners of Chris' mouth rose even more. He shook his head and smiled:

"In the current situation, it seems that there is only one way to go to public trial, right?"

"He must die!"

"Oh?"

Chris looked at Scrimgeour in surprise, waiting for his next words.

And Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and said:

"A person like him can never become our own! And he can never be tamed! Even if he is extremely submissive now, it is just his disguise. As long as he has a chance in the future, he will still jump out and make trouble. , because his ambitions simply allow him to live such a mediocre life! So... he must die!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Crisp applause echoed in the empty office, and Chris clapped rhythmically while looking at Scrimgeour with admiration.

He feels that he may have underestimated the previous Ministers of Magic all the time. They are not stupid at all. They can see the so-called truth of things very thoroughly, and they are so stupid because of where their butts are. The location is just not right.

"Heroes see the same thing, and I think so too!"

Chris said indifferently, while hearing this, Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and shouted in a voice resembling the wailing of a trapped beast:

"The Ministry of Magic is yours!"

...

Unlike the weather simulated at the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts was shrouded in a cloud of rain.

Although it is early spring now, the special climatic environment of the country has caused the current weather not to warm up at all.

On the contrary, due to more rain after spring and the melting of ice and snow, the real body temperature near Hogwarts has become even colder! Weibo

"When will this goddamn day be considered a head!"

In the Gryffindor lounge, Ron shouted indignantly.

At this moment, he was squatting in front of the fireplace with a blanket to make a fire, which should have been a very pleasant thing, but Ron was still shivering from the cold.

Harry was in a similar situation to him, except that Harry was in a worse condition, his hair was still dry.

That was the result of going out for Quidditch training on a rainy day, in the wizarding world, and in the Muggle world, Harry and Ron would now have to report to the hospital.

Listening to Ron's complaints, Harry, the Quidditch captain, did not comfort his goalkeeper, but looked at the corner with a worried expression.

There, Hermione was sitting alone on the sofa in a daze.

This is extremely rare, because as a hardworking genius, Hermione usually doesn't waste every minute and every second, she is either studying or on the way to study.

But this also just proved how bad she was in the mood at the moment.

And there are many people who are in the same bad mood as her. You must know that after the wave of equal rights, Mike has almost been regarded as a hero by all Hogwarts students except pure blood.

But now, their hero has been captured by the Ministry of Magic for his righteous deeds!

This is something they simply cannot tolerate!

"Hey, Hermione, how are you?"

Harry asked cautiously, for fear of causing Hermione's dissatisfaction.

This is Hermione. If it were any other woman, he would never join him. This was a painful lesson he had learned from his own aunt's house for ten years. Never provoke a woman in a bad mood, unless you want to Be the other side's punching bag.

As Harry expected, Hermione was not fundamentally different from other women. Hearing this, she just glared at Harry and said:

"Don't bother me!"

Harry obediently squatted again by the fireplace and toasted his hair.

He wasn't angry, but rather admired Hermione.

After all, she has been very calm. You must know that everyone else has been in a frenzy since they found out that Mike was arrested. They not only started to make trouble in Hogwarts, but also gathered in the auditorium to express their intention to go out to rescue Mike.

As for their rescue plan, it's also very simple, just get in and you're done.

Harry had never doubted whether these people had the guts to go straight to the Ministry of Magic.

Because he remembered that his godfather, Sirius, once said to him that a person is irrational when his emotions go to extremes.

Harry took it seriously.

And just as Harry recalled Sirius' eloquent teaching to him, he heard Hermione say in a choked voice:

"How could they do that? Mike beat Voldemort!"

As soon as he heard the three words of Voldemort, Ron instinctively shivered!

Although Voldemort is dead now, his habit is estimated to never be changed in this life.

"Yeah, how could they do that."

Harry responded to Hermione with a sleepy voice.

In his view, getting rid of Voldemort was a huge credit, no matter how rewarding it was.

But it was such a hero who was beaten as a criminal for supporting the equal rights movement.

He was deeply suspicious of this.

But when he thought about what the Ministry of Magic had done, he felt understandable, after all, the Ministry of Magic was such a strange place.

"Puff! Puff!"

A strange sound suddenly awakened Harry, who was in deep thought. He turned his head curiously and saw that an owl with a stack of magazines tied to his ankle was constantly pecking at the window.

He hurriedly stepped forward to open the window and let it in.

It's still raining outside now, and this little guy will get sick if he stays out in the rain for too long.

And the owl seemed to be moved by Harry's kindness, only to see it shake the rain on its wings, and then neatly untied the stack of magazines on its lap and placed it in front of Harry.

"'The Quibbler'? Didn't it just come here this morning? Oh! It's an expedited release!"

Looking at the crimson 'major news' on the cover of the magazine, he suddenly realized and nodded.

If he thinks about it with his toes, he can think that this must be something new about Mike. You must know that "The Quibbler" has almost become the exclusive media for the Mike incident, just like the last issue of "The Quibbler". ” spends most of the space on Mike’s story.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa and closed herself, also rushed over and shouted:

"Is there any news from Mike?"

Ron in front of the fireplace pouted, suddenly feeling a little jealous of Mike.

But Hermione obviously didn't care about his reaction. I saw Hermione snatched the Quibbler from Harry's hand and quickly flipped through it.

It was only strange to Harry that the expression on Hermione's face became more and more ugly as she paged through it.

"Clap!"

Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to cover her face and cry bitterly, and the Quibbler fell to the ground.

Harry picked it up hastily and looked at it, but just turned a page and his expression changed.

I saw it clearly written in scarlet font with magnified size:

"Shock! It was Dumbledore, his most respected headmaster, who captured the hero Mike Townley! 》

"Dumbledore: In the face of evil, I will do my best, and in the face of heroes, I will strike hard! 》

"This...it's impossible!"

Harry murmured in disbelief, and began to frantically read the content behind, trying to convince himself that it was just a lie.

But unfortunately, the evidence published by the Freemason in "The Quibbler" is very rich, and it even includes a magical picture of Dumbledore holding up the sword of the sun and slashing at Mike.

"Clap! Puff!"

The poor Quibbler fell to the ground again, this time with Harry himself.

Looking up at the fine rain curtain outside the window, Harry's heart is cold!

At this moment, the deepest belief in his heart is constantly collapsing!

PY a friend's book, "I add a point to the soldier"

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