Chapter 1127: Responsibility and pressure

? Pansy suddenly discovered that in this letter from Marcus Flint, what she needed to care for might not be Marcus' intention.
Because, compared to Marcus, who is not familiar with her, the performance of Yi Luli, who has just met but has been more in-depth than the former, obviously can better serve as a benchmark for how she chooses to reply.
"Illuine ... why would I tell Marcus about my relationship with her? What good would it do to her? If it was known to the Flints ..."
When thinking of this, Pansy suddenly felt very confused. It was only after seeing Illy's wit several times that she didn't think the other party would make such a low-level mistake.
So, what happened after Illy returned to Flint's house?
The more he thought about it, the more Pansy realized that this letter from Marcus couldn't be answered easily. So much so that she thought about it after returning from the walk until dining in the auditorium.
However, compared to what Pansy has done, Maca needs to consider a lot more complicated.
In the face of the role of Basilisk in Haierbo and Martin's subsequent actions, the accident of Illy's imprisonment can only be regarded as a private issue derived from the plan.
Of course, because Pansy has stirred the water so muddy, although Maca's side is not easy to start, Haierbo's side will certainly fall into the same situation.
And in this situation, it is not easy for both sides to move easily, which is equivalent to the Maca on the bright side has some advantages.
So now he doesn't have to worry.
"What's the situation again?"
At breakfast time, when Maca saw Pansina's vacant expression in her meditation, she knew that the Slytherin girl must have encountered some problems again.
But soon, he closed his eyes and did not distract himself from Pansy's side.
because……
"Maca, I heard that you are going to be interviewed by the Daily Prophet together with Minister of Magic Scrimgeour?"
I don't know where Slughorn got the news. Obviously, the incident was just settled yesterday afternoon. The fat old man already knew this.
I have to say that once people live a long time, they will naturally know more and more people, let alone a guy like Slughorn who especially likes to run the social circle.
"Yes! There was an interview, which took place in the meeting hall of the Ministry of Magic."
Maca turned her head and smiled at Slughorn.
"If it weren't for the professor, you would have to teach the students on time. I would have liked to call you together-I know that you are good at guiding public opinion, at least more convincing than young people like me It's up! "
"Oh!" The old man laughed, "It's okay, you have enough of this heart!"
However, Maca shook it secretly.
The trendy thing Slughorn is of course "good at", but if it is something that requires risk, the fat old man may not be interested.
So, if Maca tells him that the subject of this interview is very likely to be spotted by some people ... Slughorn might not even be able to hide!
...
As mentioned earlier, the Ministry of Magic is now under martial law, and almost everyone must go through a fairly stringent inspection.
But even so, Scrimgeour was still not assured.
After all, the disappearance of the dungeon prisoner is not big, but it also represents an omission by the Ministry of Defense. And such a situation that allows others to come and go freely is obviously not the first time since Scrimgeour took office.
When thinking of the last period when he was the minister at Connelly Fudge, because the battlefield between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix suddenly moved to the Ministry of Magic, causing the Ministry to become confused, Scrimgeour was very worried that he would Faced with such despair.
Because of this, when he repeatedly found that the signs were wrong, he immediately thought about the corresponding countermeasures like a bird that was shocked.
Unfortunately, as far as the talents of the Ministry of Magic are concerned, he is obviously lacking.
In the case that he couldn't think of any reason, he could only use his old business and took out the original skill of the office director of Auror.
So in fact, today, this security check process and the on-duty schemes in the ministry are actually jointly developed by him and Kingsley.
On the other hand, things such as "accepting an interview with The Daily Prophet" were actually the idea that Maca patted his head when he wrote back to Kingsley.
In the morning, Scrimgeour came to his office very early, and then began to wonder with his heart which one of Maca and the reporter would come first.
Not far from Scrimgeour's desk, Kingsley sat on the sofa face to face with the secretary and secretary, and neither knew what to say.
Kingsley naturally knew Maca's thoughts, and he even knew that Maca offered the true purpose of this interview.
Obviously, he was neither necessary nor able to disclose this to Scrimgeour.
As for the secretary to the minister opposite Kingsley, he had nothing to say, because even the secretary, Scrimgeour, was still worried about the Ministry of Magic ... or, he was worried about his future. .
"McLean ... haven't arrived yet?"
During this period, Scrimgeour dared not open the lines connecting the Ministry of Magic in the flyway network, so neither Maca nor the reporter would come directly from the fireplace in his office. In the state of not being able to find Maca the first time, Scrimgeour could only ask the outside again and again whether he had arrived.
"I'll ask again ..."
Although this was Scrimgeour's third time asking this question, Kingsley did not remind or complain, and even if he had to get up again to understand the situation for him.
But before Kingsley got up this time, he was stopped by the secretary to the minister.
"I'll come and go this time! Shaker, you are here with Mr. Scrimgeour, at least it will give him more peace of mind than I stay here."
After whispering a word to Kingsley, he nodded towards Scrimgeour, and then turned to the door.
"... Actually, Jim's words are reassuring."
Scrimgeour watched his number one secretary leave the office, and then turned away and said so in the direction of Kingsley.
Kingsley heard that and shrugged helplessly.
"This sentence, you should say it when he can hear it!"
"Oh ... I think so."
Scrimgeour blinked blinkingly, then took the tea cup at his hand and took a big sip, even though it had already been cold.
Honestly, as the situation in the British magic world becomes more and more uncertain, the pressure on his minister is really great. And because he couldn't think of any countermeasures to relieve stress with his brain, he felt that he couldn't handle it anymore.
"Shaker, do you think it's okay for me? Wouldn't it seem a little unspiritual? If people were taken as a photo and appeared in the newspaper, wouldn't the public feel that I could no longer serve as minister?"
Talking, Scrimgeour couldn't help but picked up the round mirror buckled at the corner of the table, and fixed his hairstyle and coat in front of the mirror.
Kingsley silently watched him work there, but it was not that he could not understand the pressure of the other party. The position of Minister of Magic did not look superficial, and the responsibility and pressure were really not small, especially in the uncertainties nowadays. Under the circumstances.
Thinking of the possibility that he might be pushed to the top by Maca in the future, he had to start to choke up.
However, just as Scrimgeour's toss was a little heavy in the office atmosphere, a few knocks rang from the door, making him finally put the round mirror in his hand again.
"Ahem ..." Scrimgeour cleared his throat before he said loudly, "Come in!"
The words fell slightly, the door of the Minister's Office was opened from the outside, and two figures came in immediately. Leading the way was Jim, the secretary and secretary of the minister who had just gone out, and behind him was a tall witch.
"Mr. Scrimgeour, it's a pleasure to meet you," the witch said quietly with a reserved smile, "I'm Betty Braithwaite, a political and economic columnist for the Daily Prophet. ... Oh, because I just turned from an international column, you may not have seen me much. But ... "
As she was talking, she suddenly chuckled again, expressing something authentically:
"I think you must be very familiar with my colleague Rita Skeeter, but I have to say that the interview style between me and her is completely different, and please rest assured that Mr. Minister."
Her statement is obviously to draw a line with that unscrupulous colleague, and by the way let Scrimgeour know that she is not the kind of reporter who can write everything for gimmicks ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Just, There is no way to know what kind of person she is in just a few sentences, but since she can deliberately put forward Rita Skeeter as a comparison, perhaps she is really a journalist with professional ethics. .
"Oh, that would be great!" Scrimgeour immediately stood up and reached out, "Please sit down first! This interview can begin when Mr. McLean arrives, too."
"Not in a hurry," the female reporter Betty noticed, and suddenly pointed out the door behind her. "My photographer is still waiting outside the door. I wonder if Mr. Minister can let him in for a rest?"
"Photographer? Of course, of course! Then--"
Scrimgeour hadn't had time to finish speaking, but when he saw the door stunned, he walked in again and greeted here briskly:
"Hello, Mr. Scrimgeour ... Your tie is good. Where did you buy it?"
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