Chapter 1131: 1108： Secret meeting

"It's a strange thing to be late."

Scrimgeour turned his gaze away from his pocket watch and looked sideways at the fog that was clinging to the windowpane outside. There was a rare look of worry on his young face. Since the Dementor fell on the mysterious man, this group of **** monsters It just floated all over the UK, unscrupulously ingesting muggle happy memories, multiplying, and finally forming these eerie mists, and there is nothing the Ministry of Magic can do about it.

Even Muggles noticed something was wrong, and in late June, the sky was filled with a cold fog...not normal anyway.

Scrimgeour took a sip of the black tea and heard very light footsteps beside him. He slowly turned around and looked at the stranger sitting across from him, and quickly realized who he was.

In order to secure the meeting, both men used a combination of potions to disguise themselves as Muggles.

It was obviously normal for two young people to meet for tea and chat in a beverage shop. No wizard would waste their limited time and energy on Muggles.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Albert smiled apologetically at Scrimgeour.

"Waited about five minutes." Scrimgeour didn't care that the other party was late, he suspected that Albert had repeatedly confirmed the safety of the surroundings before he came to see him.

In fact, Scrimgeour guessed right. Albert did arrive earlier than Scrimgeour. It was just for safety that he didn't show up for the time being. He came to see Scrimgeour only after making sure that the surroundings were safe.

"As an apology for being late, I'll treat you to a guest today." Albert turned his head to the waiter and said, "A cup of cappuccino."

Scrimgeour waited for the girl to walk away before turning his gaze back to the strange young man in front of him. He lowered his voice and said, "You should have noticed, it's been a mess lately, and we need your help."

"No, no, you don't need it, there's not much I can do to help you." Albert said slowly, he knew exactly what Scrimgeour was talking about and what he wanted to do.

To be honest, he was very disgusted with the so-called "carelessness", even disgusting and disgusting.

"Everyone needs you."

Scrimgeour sighed inwardly, knowing that his plan to get Albert's help failed, but he continued to fight, "Also, I think senior assistant is also a good job, and many people are eager..."

"I already have a job. If you pay attention, you will find that I wrote a book a while ago, and it will officially go on sale in the next few days." Albert interrupted with a smile, and slid from the shoulder bag. He took out a book and handed it to Scrimgeour across from him.

Scrimgeour glanced at the Self-Defense Guide and fell silent for a while.

"Does this count as promoting his new book?" Scrimgeour flipped through the catalog of the "Guide to Self-Defense", and found an advertisement for an entrained Defense Against the Dark Arts item in the book, with a particularly complicated expression.

"You can think that the price is fair and cheap, just need..." Albert raised two fingers.

"Sir, your cappuccino." The waitress put the coffee in front of Albert.

"thanks."

Albert picked up the coffee and took a sip, the taste could only be said to be okay.

"You'll come in handy."

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, but he did not reject the other party's good intentions. He actually knew that the Ministry of Magic's safety manual for dealing with Death Eaters was useless. Many employees couldn't even pronounce a decent armor spell. To teach you how to protect yourself in danger, Defense Against the Dark Arts items can be effective against curses, if they really work.

"I really don't think about it anymore? I'm sure I'll give you a satisfactory price?" Scrimgeour didn't intend to give up, even if he actually didn't like Albert very much, he still needed him to waste more words to win over, just rely on the other party Can accurately predict the future, not to mention that Scrimgeour has not forgotten the prophecy about his own death.

To be honest, he didn't want to die, so it was necessary to win over Albert.

"Why not try to figure it out yourself?" Albert said softly.

"I think..." Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, then looked at Albert and said, "Okay, maybe we should get back to the topic, you're definitely not trying to sell me that book and stuff in the ad. Did you just come to see me?"

"I'm getting married!" Albert said suddenly.

"what?"

Scrimgeour was a little stunned, and he didn't return to his senses for a while, not understanding what Albert meant when he said this.

Also, didn't he just graduate from Hogwarts the day before yesterday?

"This wedding is not destined to be peaceful." Albert's tone was calm, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

"You wish I..."

Suddenly, Scrimgeour guessed what Albert meant. Is this going to use the power of the Ministry of Magic Aurors?

However, Albert's next sentence made Scrimgeour stunned.

"You guessed wrong." Albert shook his head.

"Guess wrong?" Scrimgeour frowned.

"Those people hate me, they will probably come."

"If you want..." Scrimgeour was interrupted again before he could finish speaking.

"It seems that long-term work has made your head not very bright. I suggest you drink some tea first and taste what I mean by that sentence." Albert was disgusted by Scrimgeour's political thinking.

Scrimgeour frowned deeply, disliking Albert's words very much, and the other party seemed to be mocking him for being a fool.

"Sword Comes"

"Your thinking pattern is wrong," Albert reminded kindly, "It's fatal."

"He relies on this."

Saying that, Albert waved his fist lightly.

"And you rely on this." Albert pointed to his mouth.

Scrimgeour's brows furrowed deeper, thinking about the meaning of Albert's words, if the fist means strength, what does the mouth mean?

say?

"Honestly, I'm not happy." Albert put down his teacup and looked at Scrimgeour calmly. "Of course, this is a good opportunity for you too. I know you can't find anyone, I hope Find them through me."

Scrimgeour looked up at Albert.

"Now, they are delivered to the door themselves." Albert reminded.

"Deliver it yourself?" Scrimgeour suddenly understood what Albert meant. "You mean..."

"Yes, the risk is a bit high, but the advantage is on your side, you can think about it, because the choice is yours."

"Are you going to..." Scrimgeour looked at Albert in surprise.

"I can totally change the place of marriage." Albert took out the wooden box from the shoulder bag again and pushed it in front of Scrimgeour. After opening it, there were some hair with name tags, a small bottle of compound medicine and A silver card.

The meaning is already obvious, let the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic disguise themselves as guests and ambush the Death Eaters who come to make trouble.

"Looks like you've already prepared everything." Scrimgeour didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose, but it made him confirm the horror of the young man in front of him.

This was already clearly arranged for the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, and Scrimgeour couldn't refuse, because Albert gave him what he wanted, even though he knew he was being used by the other party.

"This is one of your few chances," Albert said softly. "If I were you, I wouldn't give them a chance."

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"It's amazing, I didn't expect you to say that."

Scrimgeour did not expect that Albert would let him kill the Death Eaters directly.

"Unless you have made up your mind, it's best not to touch that position." Albert reminded kindly, "If you get what you want, there is no turning back, don't have any expectations, the one who is now is undoubtedly very smart."

"What did you do a while ago?" Scrimgeour asked suddenly.

"I just reminded him that there are not so many coincidences in the world." Albert said softly, "There is no doubt that he realized."

Scrimgeour's expression was complicated. As he expected, the fact that the Death Eaters and the gang were caught in a pot at the Ministry of Magic really had something to do with Albert.

"Think about it!" Albert said with a smile.

"Consideration, you didn't intend for me to think about it in the first place, did you?" Scrimgeour sneered as he closed the lid.

Neither the Ministry of Magic nor him had a choice.

Now is undoubtedly the best time to fight the Death Eaters. Albert Anderson obviously foreshadowed something in advance and set up this game, intending to use the hands of the Ministry of Magic to fight the Death Eaters, and he may even have seen the end long ago.

"Who won," Scrimgeour asked in a frenzy.

"You." Albert said rightfully, "the premise is that you are prepared."

"That's enough."

"By the way, there is one more thing." Albert said suddenly.

"What's up?"

"I reckon Burns will be gone in a while."

"You're reminding me, oh, or you don't want to..."

"There are some things that you and I can't change, unless it's Mr. Principal." Albert drank the coffee in his cup and said softly, "You want to ask me why I didn't tell him?"

"I actually reminded them, whether it's you, Burns, or the principal, but...sometimes it's not just a reminder. Cassandra is the best example."

Scrimgeour took a deep look at Albert. He knew what the other party meant. If Borns died, it would be completely self-inflicted.

Isn't this a warning to him?

He gave a reminder, if you don't listen, don't blame him when you die.

"Borns is too dedicated." Albert shrugged.

"Dedicated?"

Scrimgeour felt a deep sarcasm in those words,

However, he has already given Amelia Burns a death tag. According to Albert, the mysterious man will do it himself, so Dumbledore is needed.

The Aurors couldn't stop the Mysterious Man.

Dumbledore obviously couldn't have given Amelia Burns asylum forever, if You-Know-Who really wanted to murder her.

Hiding was undoubtedly the best option, and Amelia Burns apparently refused, which is why Albert said she was too dedicated.

So what about himself?

"Happy cooperation!" Scrimgeour stretched out his hand towards Albert, "I hope that before that, I can get your help to make the plan go smoothly. As for the advertisement in the book, if it is practical, I will consider it."

Fudge's resignation was inevitable. If Amelia Burns really died, then Scrimgeour felt that he would really become the new minister. This was a crisis and an opportunity for him.

Otherwise, according to the normal process, he would never have the chance to become the Minister of Magic, and this great gift from Albert would undoubtedly help him secure that position.

Before leaving, Albert gave Scrimgeour another letter, paid at the counter, and left directly.

"What a nasty guy." Scrimgeour glanced at the letter in his hand, then looked at Albert's leaving back, and muttered softly.

He hated Albert's indifference to the Auror's office chief, hated the other party's use of himself to attack the Death Eaters, hated the feeling of being held by the nose, hated... Scrimgeour could easily come up with ten reasons to hate each other, However, Albert gave him something that he couldn't refuse. Even if he hated the other party, he had to hold his nose and deal with the other party in a good voice, and the other party obviously knew this.

"ended?"

Albert had just left the cold drink shop when he saw the blonde girl walking towards him with two burgers and handing one of them to his hand.

After Yin Zebel knew that Albert was going to see Scrimgeour, he took the initiative to come over to help guard the sentry. Originally, Albert did not intend to ask the other party to help, but Yin Zebel insisted, and he did not refuse.

"It's over, it's going well." Albert asked with a smile, "Go home now, or go shopping?"

"Go home, the weather is bad today!" Yin Zebel said without hesitation.

"go home!"

Albert took Yin Zebel's arm, walked towards the next corner, and disappeared into the alley when no one noticed.

The two turned a few corners and returned to the safe house with the help of the house elf.

"When did you convince Scrimgeour?" Inzebel asked, taking a bite of the hamburger.

"A long time ago, it was not difficult to convince them, just give them what they want." Albert said, taking a few bites of burgers from Yinzebel, "eat less of these things, it is easy to gain weight, let the family raise children. The elves prepare healthy food for you."

"It should be fine to eat occasionally." Yin Zebel muttered.

"Where did you go just now?"

"I bought you something delicious." Albert said with a smile, "You should rarely taste Muggle food."

"I heard it just now," Katrina said, narrowing her eyes.

"If you don't eat it, then UU reading www.uukanshu.com will give the house elf a taste of it," Albert reminded.

"Who said I don't eat."

Katrina took out her wand, directly divided the burger in half, and shared it with Yin Zebel. As Yin Zebel said, it doesn't matter if you eat a small amount.

"It's like a sandwich, but better than a sandwich." Katrina commented briefly, "By the way, what did you guys do with Scrimgeour just now?"

"Are you curious?"

"Can't tell?" Katrina asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I asked him to help with the Death Eaters who might come to the wedding to make trouble."

"Missing?" Katrina opened her mouth.

"Don't worry, everything is in the plan." Albert said confidently, "Since those people want to make trouble, they have to pay a price for it."

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