A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 794 The probability is zero!

The golden elevator, after a series of clattering sounds, began to slowly ascend.

Scrinker, the Auror's office director, took out a handkerchief, wiped his gold-rimmed glasses, and put them back on his nose.

His sharp eyes scanned him through the gleaming iron doors of the elevator:

His clothes were impeccably groomed, and his brown hair and thick eyebrows were streaked with gray.

Great, very energetic!

This wasn't just Scrimgeour's own assessment; his Auror subordinates also privately spoke the same way about their leader:

He's as energetic as an old lion!

Even though she's quite old, she works harder than many young people when it comes to overtime. Sometimes she stays up all night and is fine the next day.

Good heavens... Even the donkeys in the next production team wouldn't dare to work this hard; they need to rest too!

But that's Scrinker: a tough, energetic, and autocratic Auror chief of staff.

The elevator swayed slightly as it ascended, and soon a cold female voice announced:

"The second level is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which includes the Department of Prohibition of Magical Abuse, the Auror Command, and the Wizengamor Administration."

The iron fence opened, and Scrimgeour stepped out. Although he had a slight limp, he walked with an inexplicable air of power and dynamism.

It'll be six o'clock in three minutes!

Scrinker glanced at the clock on the wall.

Every morning, he would open his office door at six o'clock sharp, pour himself a glass of Dry Martini, and begin his busy work.

Unlike caffeine, alcohol is more likely to make him dazed.

However, today is a little special.

At eight o'clock, he had a trial... a trial of the infamous witch Hermione Granger.

In Fudge's words:

Attacking his own Grand Secretary, attacking three Aurors... an unforgivable crime!

Come to think of it, he had even met this little witch before.

Four years ago, in the summer, a black-robed wizard attacked Gringotts... William fought back against the wizard, was injured and hospitalized, and William went to visit him.

At the time, Granger was taking care of William in the hospital room, and Scrinker had that one encounter with her.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but sigh. The unremarkable little witch from back then has now grown up to this extent.

Not only is his fame far beyond expectations, but the things he has done are also exceptionally outrageous!

What Scrimgeour didn't expect was:

He thought William was strong and arrogant.

When young people achieve success but lack guidance, they are very likely to turn to crime.

It wouldn't be surprising if he became the third Dark Lord.

Who would have thought that Granger, who seemed like a very honest girl, would receive a heavy blow from the Ministry of Magic even earlier than him!

This is truly... the past is like smoke, and life is unpredictable!

Well, Scrimgeour still firmly believes that William will be expelled from school sooner or later.

However, he was still looking forward to today's trial, especially with William himself acting as the defense attorney.

Looks like I need to add some coffee beans to my Dry Martini. This morning I need not only the boost of alcohol, but also an extra dose of caffeine.

Scrimgeour thought:

This will be an interesting trial.

After all, Stark was a formidable opponent.

Turning a corner, Scrimgeour passed through two heavy oak doors.

He entered a chaotic and noisy open area divided into many small cubicles.

In the nearest cubicle, a sign hung crookedly:

Auror Command Center.

"This is my territory," he thought.

Scrimgeour arrived very early. The command post, which was usually noisy and bustling during the day, was deserted and unrealistically quiet.

As Scrimgeour walked down the corridor, he noticed that the walls of his subordinates' cubicles were covered with things:

From portraits of wanted wizards to photos of their families, posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, and articles clipped from the Daily Prophet.

Of course, most of the articles were headlines about William and Hermione.

The seats for the female Aurors, in particular, were covered with photos of William.

Sigh, these days, female Aoluo...

Don't they understand the simple truth that a man's ability to pull out a cane only affects his own speed?

To be honest, Scrimgeour was also interested in those news reports, whether true or false.

It's not just about Vienna; it also includes the Jungfrau in Switzerland.

Unfortunately, he was just the director of the Auror Bureau and didn't have many informants abroad.

He wrote to William many times... but the boy would only give him vague answers and never utter a single truth.

The whole person was slippery, like a deformed lizard!

I'm going to make things really difficult for him during today's trial.

Just as Scrimgeour was pondering how to take advantage of this opportunity to gather more intelligence, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he stopped in his tracks.

He saw Tonks in Tonks's cubicle.

Tonks, who is usually late five times a week, was not late today and was even the first to arrive at the department.

That's so fake!

Okay, that's not the point. The point is the two people next to her:

William and Granger.

"The old lion is here," Tonks whispered, kicking William's shin at the same time.

She was clearly looking down at the documents, but her eyes skillfully glanced upwards, subtly observing the director beforehand.

Are all Aurors equipped with such formidable reconnaissance abilities?

Well... this is just a skill that Tonks honed while slacking off on his daily life.

She can pinpoint the leader's location in a second without being detected.

William stood up and smiled, "Mr. Scrimgeour, it's been a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time." Scrimgeour suddenly put on a stern face and threatened, "Tonks, don't let anyone unauthorized into the Auror work area."

This contains highly confidential information. What if it gets stolen?

Your Auror bonus for this month is gone!

Tonks pouted and looked at William with a mournful expression.

William laughed and said, "She's not an unrelated person. This Miss Granger is involved in the attack."

And I am a defense attorney.

Fearing that we might flee to escape punishment, Tonks took us into custody and brought us to the Ministry of Magic.

Not only should she not deduct her bonus, she should also give her extra rewards.

Tonks nodded quickly, as if what William said was true.

Scrimgeour snorted coldly, saying sarcastically, "Then I'll let it go this time, for the sake of the famous Stark..."

With that, he left. After taking a couple of steps, he turned around and saw William still standing there, so he coughed.

William shrugged and had no choice but to follow.

Scrimgeour immediately cut off the conversation, saying:

"Although I am presiding over Granger's trial, if you want to plead for your little girlfriend, then don't say anything."

William chuckled to himself.

"Who came for that matter...? It's just that someone once said that the gates of the Auror are always open for me."

I wonder if it still counts?

Scrimgeour opened the office door and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

During his visit four years ago, while visiting William, he also tried to sow discord between William and Dumbledore, his words and actions all aimed at winning them over.

After two years of courting, Scrimgeour stopped mentioning the matter after the Venice incident.

You can win over someone weaker than you, but you can't win over someone much stronger than you as a subordinate.

Whether it's reputation or strength!

Just like Scrimgeour, he couldn't possibly let Dumbledore become an Auror under his command... Is that realistic?

However, Scrinker still said:

"If you want to come, drop out now, and I'll give you the position of vice director of the Auror department."

"Then let's forget about it." William shook his head.

"What, you want my position?" Scrimgeour's eyes widened. "No way. Five years working under me, though I might consider it!"

William couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Scrimgeour said irritably, "What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking about something interesting," William said softly.

"There's a wizard who wants me to work under him as his assistant. He guarantees I'll become the minister's secretary in three years and the youngest minister of magic in five years."

After working under you for five years, even Director Auror would only be someone you could consider.

The probability is too low.

"..."

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(Begging for monthly votes from all the big shots at the beginning of the month.)

(End of this chapter)