Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

To be based on the previous bald old man, for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, the danger of the group is not low.

Of course, nothing is said by the information that Mundungus has collected so far.

“Be first stare at the general movements of those people, but don’t try to be too close – or that sentence, to ensure that their own safety is a priority.”

Having said that, Marx poured the remaining Butterbeer in the cup into his stomach, and then placed the cup on the bar behind him.

“Oh, I almost forgot! If you were, you wouldn’t take the initiative to get together, no matter how safe or not?”

Marx laughed at Mundungus, then pulled out a gold Galleon and placed it next to the cup. It looked like he was ready to go.

“Have you been busy again?”

In the bar, Aberforth, who was collecting the cup, took the initiative to ask, and Marx shook his head.

“I think… I haven’t really been idle…”

On the side of Mundungus, he saw that he was going to leave. He couldn’t help but raise his head and wondered: “You are… are you going to investigate yourself tonight?”

“The investigation is definitely a must. After all, there are some minor issues that I am paying attention to,” Marx paused. “But before that, I have to go see someone first.”

When I remembered that the bald head had repeatedly mentioned “the sinful successor” and “the painful shackles”, Marx wanted to dig out something from the other’s mind.

Unfortunately, apart from that astrological prediction, he did not get more useful information.

However, since the other party mentioned the dagger, it means that the matter is more or less related to what he is studying. Or, he may be able to get some information that can be written into the new edition of The Book of Sin.

Marx doesn’t want to let go of it whenever there is a little bit of possibility. Because as long as he still wants to figure out the true purpose of Rowena Ravenclaw, he must try to make himself have the same or even more actual information.

Otherwise, he can only be trapped forever in Rowena’s control – even if the “great” witch seems to have died for nearly a thousand years.

“I have to go, see you next time!”

After Marx greeted the two men, he folded the collar and walked out of Hog’s Head.

Right now, it has already entered the night.

The nights in the Hogsmeade village are always cold, and there is thick snow outside the road. He stepped on the snow and walked two steps to the place where no one was. After the expansion and contraction of the space brought a snowflake, his whole person disappeared.

……

There will be classes in the morning, so it is best to get Marx in the evening. Fortunately, this time he really just wants to find someone to understand the situation again. In theory, he must be able to get back to sleep well.

“bang!”

It is no longer the period of tension that Voldemort is still active, and most of the Floo Network lines that have access to the Ministry of Magic have been restored.

Of course, Marx himself is also very clear, when he uses the fireplace to move, there will always be an inevitable movement.

“Yes, don’t stare at me, isn’t the fire a little bigger?”

With the popularity of Marx in the magic circle today, even the over-reaction of the Floo powder’s magic flame will only make the wizards even more surprised that’s all.

But to be honest, at the point where most of the staff have already returned home from work, there are still a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic, which is quite surprising.

Just to compare with the scene of the day, it is obviously much better.

On the front of the security checkpoint, the duty officer at the back of the counter moved towards Marx to look back and forth. But it is conceivable that as long as Marx has no plans to stop, they are afraid that they will die.

“Reassure, this is your job, I will try my best to cooperate,” Marx walked over to a security inspector and said to her with a smile. “But before that – don’t know Mr. Scrimgeour, is he getting off work?” ”

“Oh…” Behind the counter, the uniformed female security inspector hesitated. “No, I don’t think so. On normal working days, Mr. Minister is usually there-“

As she spoke, she looked up at the huge wall clock in the square and then continued: “Yes, it will take more than two hours to get off work.”

Marx hearing this, not shrugged.

“Oh, that’s really due diligence–” he continued. “Give a message to the Assistant Office of the Assistant! Let’s say that Marx McLorne of Hogwarts needs to see Mr. Scrimgeour…”

Halfway through, Marx suddenly seemed to remember something, and added: “Oh, my wand will not be handed over to you for inspection. I don’t think it makes sense.”

“wand…this… is it…”

The female security inspector touched the hat on her head quite a bit, and looked back at another colleague with a slightly different uniform.

It seems that the position of the man seems to be higher than her… Even if it is not, the qualification of that colleague must be much deeper than her.

Seeing that she had nodded in the direction, she turned around and re-looked towards Marx.

“I understand, Mr. McLorne.” She was also nodded first, and this was followed. “And… sorry, may I ask… I want to say, have you made an appointment?”

“No no no no!”

The female security inspector was intermittently asking, Marx has not shown any impatience, and the middle-aged staff behind her seems to have been unable to resist.

I saw him take two steps forward, squeezed to the side of the female security inspector, and a big smile on his face.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne, you must have no appointments,” he said loudly. “Just take it in. Just go to the minister’s office on the right hand. I think Mr. Scrimgeour will be happy to tell you.” !”

“Hey, thank you!” Marx laughed. “But I have to say that this security inspector is doing a good job. In fact, I am not too anxious today, just follow the process –”

“Or inform the assistant minister first! You don’t need to make an appointment, it’s his job!”

As Marx said, he is not in a hurry today. If he needs an emergency meeting, he will not look for Scrimgeour in the usual way.

The Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly very important for a country’s magic circle, which was clearly highlighted by Voldemort.

Considering that Herpo the Foul didn’t know when it would suddenly resurrect, he also intended to check the situation here, and it was also a preparation for the future.

If necessary, he can even help Scrimgeour to add more security to consolidate the relative stability of the Britain Ministry of Magic for some time to come.

As far as the performance of the current Ministry of Magic is concerned, Marx does not mind contributing to this place.

After a moment of waiting, the assistant to the minister personally ran downstairs and, in full view, took Marx up and down.

Shortly after he left, the middle-aged security inspector stunned.

“… Doesn’t this require an appointment at all?”

As for the female security inspector who had just received Marx, she still stretched her neck and looked at the direction of the elevator until the back of Marx could not be seen.

“Anna, just McLorne, he praised me! He boasted that I did very well!”

“Hey, people only say that it’s ‘good’,” behind another counter, the same female colleague immediately gave her a look. “Again, is it so exciting? If you are like this, are you still expecting something?” Not?”

“Hey? Nothing…” She whispered aloud. “He can be five years younger than me… Five years old… Wait, it doesn’t seem too much!”

The female security inspector muttered and looked up at the square. Among the rows of “Ministry of Magic’s Portraits of Top Contributors” on the wall of the Fountain Square, there was a shining image of Marx flashing.

……

While many people moved their eyes to take the portrait with the arrival of Marx, Marx himself followed the third assistant of Scrimgeour to the ascending elevator.

Of course, he also saw the portrait with his own upper body, and he himself raised his eyebrows at him, and he said hello.

However, this does not make much sense to him, because in the future he will have a bad relationship with the minister, maybe his portrait will be secretly removed!

The vested interests are the most effective interests, and the rest depend on the maintenance of the heart to become more durable. Unfortunately, accidents are often unexpected and unrelenting.

“Mr. MrLorne, please here -“

Marx can feel that along the way, the assistant minister who walked in front of him has some doubts about him. This is probably because of the same mentality of being a “young man.”

As Scrimgeour’s assistant, he is very clear that he must be respectful enough to Marx, but he is not so much older than Marx, but also a “good talent.”

To be honest, if it is not good, it will not win the most sought-after newcomer of “Ministry of Magic Assistant” among the many competitors.

“Just like this one.” Marx couldn’t help but chuckle.

If the “talent” can climb up and down in the future, through the accumulation of qualifications in various positions, and finally rely on strength and luck to seize the position of Ministry of Magic, then Marx and his relationship is usually not much better. It is.

Even if it is superficially polite and wants to communicate in depth, it is extremely difficult.

“I have already greeted Mr. Scrimgeour just now. He is waiting for you now. I have something to do here and I will not continue to accompany you.”

After the Marx was sent to the door of the Minister’s Office, the third assistant left without returning.