Chapter 486 Box No. 666

"What do you think about this?" Scrimgeour stared at Anton, with his hands lightly placed on the table.

Anton shrugged, "I'm relatively simple, I just want to be an Auror well. My teacher old Ronaldo told me that as an Auror, the most important thing is not to have our own ideas, we should Loyalty to the Chief of Staff."

"He wants me to follow you well."

Scrimgeour chuckled softly, his complexion softened, and he cursed, "Old Ronaldo is such a fox!"

He put Anton's report on the bookshelf behind him, pondered for a while, "Auror..."

"Aurors are not so easy to be."

"Anthony, tell me, what is the main thing we Aurors do?"

Anton immediately sat upright, with a serious expression, "Fight criminals, arrest black wizards, and uphold the "Secrecy Act."

Scrimgeour nodded, "It seems that old Ronaldo has told you something, but he doesn't understand it deeply enough."

He stood up, and saw that Anton was also standing up, waved his hand, and let Anton continue to sit.

Then, Scrimgeour limped towards the map he was looking at just now. Even though this mighty and tall man was a little limping, he had a kind of vigor and determination.

"Look, this is the record of the original activity area of ​​each dark wizard in the country."

"Fight the dark wizard..."

"Of course it's against dark wizards." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, "I've been fighting against dark wizards all my life."

"But combating dark wizards is not our most essential purpose, otherwise Alastor Moody, who is the most powerful in combating dark wizards, should be the person who should be the head of the Auror office."

"But actually..."

He pulled out his wand, and let the huge map float down from the wall, shrinking to the size of a washbasin, and gently pressed his finger against it.

This buoyant map dangles from side to side on your fingers, threatening to fall at any moment.

"Look, this is our precarious wizarding world."

He waved his wand in his right hand, small black models appeared on the map, and outside the map, a huge prison island appeared.

Then, as if he was finely crafting the newspaper, with a flick of his wand, he picked up a black figure from the map and threw it into the prison.

one by one.

Finally, the map seemed to be balanced and landed on his fingers smoothly.

"The black wizard can't catch them all. It's like wild vegetables in the mountains. You seem to dig them all at once. When the spring breeze blows in the coming year, they will be all over the mountains and fields."

"We allow them to exist, because they can make up for some things that the Ministry of Magic cannot do for the wizarding world. Yes, we sometimes use their hands to intervene in the Muggle world. Of course, in the end we all Arrest these criminals and give the Muggles an explanation."

"The existence of these wizards who do not abide by the "Secrecy Act" has much more influence on the Muggle world than us law-abiding people or organizations."

"More!" Scrimgeour's expression was somewhat disgusted and helpless.

"They are actually a buffer zone between our wizarding world and the Muggle world, wandering on the edge of the wizarding world, and sometimes have to go to the Muggle world to make a living."

"In order to maintain the existence of this group, we will even plan a Knockturn Alley next to Diagon Alley."

"Let them not all go into the Muggle world and cause us more trouble."

With a slight flick of Scrimgeour's wand, the map on his fingers flew up, becoming huge again and sticking to the wall.

"But now...they've all been arrested!"

"Aha~"

"Fudge is in the limelight."

"Old Ronaldo has a good place to go."

"But our Auror office is terrible. We seem to be dispensable. After all, all the dark wizards have been caught in Azkaban."

Anton smacked his lips, "It seems so."

Scrimgeour let out a sigh of relief, and Anton even saw a trace of decadence on his face, "That's why I don't want Fudge to interfere in the Auror's office, he doesn't do anything at all!"

Anton had a strange expression, but he still didn't say anything.

Scrimgeour continued.

"You-Know-Who shows up, Grindelwald shows up, aha, and then, Aurors don't have a place to train, and worst of all, I suspect that fool Fudge is planning to cut the Auror budget." He limped along Returning to his seat, he spread his hands helplessly.

"I have no doubt he will."

this……

Anton really didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth a little bit, with a complicated expression.

"Our work is going to be extremely difficult, we're going to face the Muggle world, yes, under the guidance of the damned Secrecy Act, we have to face the Muggle world, and there's no buffer in between. "

"It was just a disaster."

To be honest, Anton doesn't really understand what these politicians and old fools said are true, but he is actually a little guilty. After all, he participated in and personally facilitated the siege of black wizards. of.

"Then...how about we release them again?" Anton thought it was outrageous when he said this.

Scrimgeour also chuckled, "Let it go, Fudge has just earned enough prestige in the world."

"Then... what if they run out by themselves?"

"You mean jailbreak?"

"Oh~ no no no, that's not what I meant."

The corners of Scrimgeour's mouth curled up, and he raised his head, "Prison escape collectively, that would be a disaster. Maybe Fudge will take the blame and resign because of it."

Yoho, I finally ticked off your purpose.

Anton snorted inwardly.

Sure enough, you old politicians are very treacherous.

What's the deal with maintaining balance, what's the deal with the "Secrecy Law", each of them is just thinking about a bigger official position.

So Anton fell silent.

"Collective jailbreak..." Scrimgeour clicked his tongue twice, "I feel a headache just thinking about it, I'm afraid our Auror office is going to be too busy to get dizzy."

"Well, yes, it will be very busy."

"When Fudge steps down, everyone can only count on the Aurors, right?"

"Well, yes, everyone is counting on you."

That's right, I'm afraid you will be the candidate for the new Minister of Magic that everyone expects. heh~

Tui~

Scrimgeour looked around quickly as if awakened from a sweet dream, and his face became serious again, "We Aurors can tell this kind of joke by ourselves, but we can't let others know."

"Well, yes, don't let others know, as long as your family knows."

Scrimgeour waved his hand, "No, don't think about it, that's the point."

Anton secretly rolled his eyes and nodded helplessly.

Where is this f*cking straight-headed iron boy in old Ronald's mouth, sighed.

Anton even suspects that what this guy is saying now is deliberately for himself. Why, do you think I am the most likely to do such a thing?

Let the prisoners of Azkaban escape?

hiss~

Anton suddenly thought of the former subordinate of Voldemort whom he had let go, the Resistor, Rookwood, and couldn't help but look at Scrimgeour suspiciously.

For some reason, he thought of those American blockbusters he watched in his previous life, in which the policemen liked to do criminal psychological profiles for criminals.

I'm afraid the Aurors also have this skill, right?

Then, this Scrimgeour did something like this for himself?

Feel like looking for thrills?

Think I have so many backers, I must be very courageous, dare to do anything?

And pinch, he finally became the 'dark wizard' just mentioned, and was taken out as an explanation? Oh, it's hard to say that this guy can still use this to make a deal with Dumbledore, Grindelwald and the people just mentioned?

Immediately, his dear teacher, old Ronaldo's earnest teachings came to mind again - we are humble, thoughtless Ministry of Magic machines, faithfully executing the deliberate orders from the brain, nothing more.

Those words of "procedural justice" and "throwing the blame"...

It's just a sentence of pearls.

"Haha, I'm obviously a little dazzled by Fudge's stupidity this time, and I'm talking about this with you." Scrimgeour gestured with his fingers, looking a little helpless, "Let's get back to the point, Since you plan to become an Auror, you should pass the three six-subject assessments."

"Hiding and camouflage, stealth and stalking, poison and antidote."

"Since I agreed to that person, and at the same time the old Ronaldo so generously took out the No. 619 box magic, I obviously can't be stingy."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and pulled something under his desk.

Anton's eyes were fixed, his heart moved, and he secretly said - here we come.

The box Scrimgeour took out was marked 666, which is not a good number in Europe.

He put the box on the desk, and rubbed the lines on it with emotion, "This is a poison I encountered when I joined the Aurors when I was young. It caused great trouble to the Ministry of Magic. We didn't even Any parry."

His gaze was complex, looking ahead, as if he could still see those glorious years. "At that time, many colleagues died."

After sighing, he looked at Anton with a serious expression, "You will learn this poison and antidote, for which you need to sign more documents and accept more magic shackles."

Anton nodded lightly, "It should be."

Scrimgeour solemnly cast several spells on the box, and then took out a thick document from inside, and put it gently on the box, "You can read the specific requirements, generally speaking, it is a restriction You use this poison to do something illegal."

There is nothing like a magic file. Overall, Anton looked at it very carefully.

Scrimgeour made a gesture of invitation for Anton to watch slowly, then he sat down and began to introduce, "This potion can temporarily turn a wizard into a ghost, and can penetrate any obstacles .”

Anton raised his head in astonishment, and looked at him incredulously, "Become a ghost?"

This is simply the biggest blow to his own theory!

Mom~

Under his theory, the ghost is the self without the 'soul shell'!

Adding the 'soul shell', this is the foundation of his understanding of the 'horcrux'.

Adding 'magic power', this is the foundation of his understanding of the 'three elements of the self'.

Finally, add 'body', which is the basis for his understanding of 'the essence of blood—the symbol of the Deathly Hallows'.

What about trouble?

How could it be possible that under the influence of the potion, only the 'self' is left? The soul body, magic power, body, etc. have all disappeared?

Anton frowned, "You said, it's a poison?"

Scrimgeour nodded, "Yes, it is a poison. Aurors who are poisoned will turn into ghosts. No matter what method is used, they will be killed and turned into ghosts. They can't recover."

"This is amazing!" Anton exclaimed.

"Yes." Scrimgeour looked at Anton's impatient look at the document, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

This poison is very suitable for those prisoners of Azkaban who shout "Weasley, our king" every day.