Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 534 Collapse of Faith

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

After the boy finished talking to himself, he shook his head as if in self-mockery, walked around the crowd and continued to stroll around.

Although Diagon Alley is the largest commercial center of the entire wizarding world of Britain, it is actually not very large. The boy had visited it completely in a short time.

But the boy did not give up. Instead, he went into a secret alley and entered Knockturn Alley using a door key.

Compared to the bustling Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley was much quieter. Even though it was broad daylight, there were not many people on the street. On the dark street, only the oil lamps hanging in front of the shops were still emitting a dim light.

This is the characteristic of Knockturn Alley. Almost everyone who comes here to shop will choose to be teleported directly through the Floo Network to the store that has the goods they need, buy them and leave, thus not giving others the opportunity to catch them.

Generally speaking, except for very few exceptions, the pedestrians you see on Knockturn Alley are basically either newcomers who don't have the other party's store Floo network node, or pure and scary 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 looked straight ahead, but his feet skillfully avoided one puddle after another and finally came to the Bogin blog store.

Looking at the shaky, rotten wooden board at the door of the store, which could barely be called a sign, the boy's mouth curled up.

But unlike what was expected, the boy stayed at the door of Bogin and Burke's for a long time, but did not push the door open. Instead, his body twisted and disappeared.

Borgin and Burke, who was counting gold Galleons in the store, raised his head as if he had sensed something and looked towards the door.

But there was no one there.

Borgin and Burke curled their lips, lowered their head again and began to count the gold coins on the counter over and over again.

Just now, he sensed a very familiar breath.

"Perhaps it's an illusion."

Borgin and Burke thought to themselves.

……

At the same time, a distorted figure appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and gradually solidified and transformed into the brown-haired young man.

Seeing this, the current Auror Office Director, who had been waiting in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, immediately came over 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 but frowned when he heard the other party addressing him, but in the end he said nothing. He just nodded and motioned the other party to lead the way.

The director of the Auror Office did not show any sign of slowness on his face. Instead, he humbly took the lead and began to lead the way for Chris.

The two of them had a smooth journey. The director took Chris to the door and left. Chris raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pushed the door open and walked in.

At this moment in the office, Scrimgeour turned his back to the door, silently gazing at the clear sky outside the window that was simulated by magic, but his heart was filled with gloom.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Scrimgeour turned his head stiffly and stared at Chris with a pair of bloodshot eyes expressionlessly.

"You don't seem to have had enough rest." Chris looked at the man's dark circles and swollen face and said, "But this is also normal. After all, no one would easily give up the power in their hands, especially in this way."

Scrimgeour said nothing, but silently opened the cigar box on the table.

But to his disappointment, the box that should have been filled with cigars was empty. Then he recalled that he seemed to have smoked all the cigars in it the night before.

At this moment, a cigar engraved with a Cuban elf pattern was handed to him.

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

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

"call!"

Scrimgeour exhaled a long cloud of smoke, and then coughed twice with a painful expression.

This is the result of smoking a cigar through the lungs. You should know that not smoking a cigar through the lungs is the correct way to taste a cigar, but Scrimgeour couldn't care less at the moment.

Because only the burning sensation in his chest could slightly relieve the depression in his heart.

Chris looked at Scrimgeour quietly until his breathing became a little calmer before he said:
"So...what's your decision?"

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

"This is not fair!"

"There is no fairness in this world. The fairness that people see is just the result that most people can accept from the exchange of interests." Chris's fingers stroked the black wand. "Strictly speaking, you were able to become the Minister of Magic by chance. How unfair is this to other people who will never have the chance to hold this position for various reasons? So, you are not qualified to say such things."

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. Instead, he toured the office with a relaxed and contented 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 Chris's mouth curled up even more. He shook his head and smiled:
"Under the current circumstances, it seems that the only option is a public trial, right?"

"He must die!"

"Oh?"

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

Scrimgeour gnashed his teeth and said:

"People like him will never become one of our own! And they can never be tamed! Even if he behaves extremely submissive now, that is just a disguise. If he gets a chance one day, he will still jump out and cause trouble, because his ambition simply does not allow him to live an ordinary life like this! So... he must die!"

"Clap clap clap!"

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

He felt that he might have always underestimated the successive Ministers of Magic. In fact, they were not stupid at all. They could see the truth of things very clearly. The reason they behaved so stupidly was just because their butts were not in the right position.

"Great minds think alike. I think so too!"

Chris said calmly, and upon hearing this, Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and shouted in a voice that sounded like the cry of a trapped animal:
"The Ministry of Magic is yours!"

……

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

Although it is early spring now, the special climate environment in Ying Country means that the weather does not show any signs of warming up.

On the contrary, due to the increase in rainfall after the spring and the melting of ice and snow, the actual perceived temperature near Hogwarts has become even colder!

"When will this damn day end?" Ron shouted indignantly in the Gryffindor common room.

At this moment, he was wrapped in a blanket and squatting in front of the fireplace. This should have been a very comfortable thing, but Ron was still shivering from the cold.

Harry was in a similar situation, except that his was worse, as his hair wasn't even dry yet.

This is the result of going out for Quidditch training on a rainy day, that is, in the wizarding world. If it were the Muggle world, Harry and Ron would have to report to the hospital now.

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

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

This is extremely rare, because as a hard-working genius, Hermione would never waste every minute and every second. She is either studying or on her way to study.

But this also just proves how bad her mood is at the moment.

There are many people who feel as bad as she does. After the equal rights movement, Mike has been regarded as a hero by almost all Hogwarts students except pure-bloods.

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

This is something they simply cannot tolerate!
"Hey Hermione, are you okay?"

Harry asked cautiously, fearing that it might cause Hermione's displeasure.

This is only Hermione. He would never approach any other woman. This is the painful lesson he learned from enduring humiliation at his aunt's house for more than ten years - never provoke a woman who is in a bad mood, unless you want to be her punching bag.

As Harry expected, Hermione was essentially no different from other women. Upon hearing this, she just glared at Harry fiercely and said:

"Don't bother me!"

Harry obediently squatted down by the fireplace again and started to warm his hair.

He was not angry, but rather admired Hermione a little.

After all, she had acted very calm. You know, everyone else had been furious since they found out that Mike was arrested. Not only did they start making a big fuss in Hogwarts, they also gathered in the hall and said they wanted to go out and rescue Mike.

As for their rescue plan, it was also very simple, just break in and it's done.

Harry never doubted whether these people had the courage to break into the Ministry directly.

Because he remembered that his godfather Sirius once told him that a person loses his rationality when his emotions reach extremes.

Harry took this very seriously.

Just as Harry was recalling Sirius's teachings, he heard Hermione say in a choked voice:

"How could they do that? Michael defeated Voldemort!"

Ron shuddered instinctively when he heard the word Voldemort!
Although Voldemort is dead now, he probably won't be able to change this habit in his lifetime.

"Yeah, how could they do that?"

Harry responded to Hermione in a dreamy voice.

In his opinion, getting rid of Voldemort was a huge achievement, and any reward would not be excessive.

But such a hero was labeled a criminal because he supported the equal rights movement.

He felt deeply confused about this.

However, when he thought about what the Ministry of Magic had done in the past, he felt it was understandable. After all, the Ministry of Magic was such a weird place.

"Puff! Puff!"

A strange sound suddenly awakened Harry from his deep thought. He turned his head curiously and saw an owl with a stack of magazines tied to its ankle pecking at the window.

He hurried forward, opened the window and let it in.

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

The owl seemed touched by Harry's kindness. It shook the rain off its wings and then quickly took off the stack of magazines on its legs and placed them in front of Harry.

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

Looking at the scarlet words "Breaking News" on the cover of the magazine, he nodded in sudden realization.

He could figure it out with his toes that there must be new developments in Mike's case. You know, "The Quibbler" has almost become the exclusive media reporting on Mike's affairs. Just like the last issue of "The Quibbler" used most of the space to talk about Mike's affairs.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa in autism, rushed over and shouted:

"Is there any news about Mike?"

Ron curled his lips in front of the fireplace. He suddenly felt a little jealous of Mike.

But Hermione obviously didn't care about his reaction. She snatched "The Quibbler" from Harry's hand and began to flip through it quickly.

What struck Harry as odd was that as Hermione flipped through the pages, the expression on her face became uglier and uglier.

"Clap!"

Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to cry with her face covered, and the book "The Quibbler" fell to the ground.

Harry quickly picked it up and started reading, but after just turning a page, his expression changed.

It was clearly written in magnified scarlet font:

《Shock! The one who captured the hero McTownley was his most respected headmaster - Dumbledore! 》

"Dumbledore: I am timid in the face of evil, but I strike hard in the face of heroes!"

"This...this is impossible!"

Harry murmured in disbelief and began to frantically flip through the rest of the book, trying to convince himself that it was all a lie.

But unfortunately, the Freemasons published a lot of evidence in The Quibbler, which even included a magical picture of Dumbledore holding up the Sunblade and slashing at Michael.

"Plop! Plop!"

Once again the poor copy of The Quibbler fell to the floor, and this time Harry himself fell with it.

Looking up at the dense rain outside the window, Harry felt a chill in his heart!
At this moment, the deepest beliefs in his heart are constantly collapsing!
PY A friend's book, "I Add a Dot to the Soldiers"

(End of this chapter)