Vol 2 Chapter 1261: ?What are your requirements?

"Because of Scrimgeour's stubborn and stubborn character, the time we agreed with him is a bit later than yours..." Bones looked at his pocket watch and readjusted his monocle apologetically. , "We think that communicating with you first... will be more conducive to the development of things."
Hermione looked a little unhappy when he heard this. It was obvious that he had done something to ask for mercy, but it turned out to be the same as them, but Alan was still calm. During the next time, they were in the magic world. Some of the news chats on the topic are relatively relaxed, and no one mentions the controversy about the previous actions of the Ministry.
Just as Dumbledore’s mead bottomed out, a bright green flame suddenly emerged from the empty grate under the marble fireplace in Grindelwald’s house. Just watched Scrim outstanding now in the middle of the flame, as fast as a top. The earth turned non-stop. A few seconds later, Scrimgeour crossed the grate, his dark-brown hair and bushy eyebrows were stained with some ashes. He stood on the exquisite carpet in the living room, and a feather duster automatically flew over and dusted his blue-black cloak. The ashes on the sleeves.
When Scrimgeour raised his face, Allen found that he was much older than the last time they met. His gray hair was a bit unkempt, thin and haggard, but his expression was stern. His eyes as sharp as the prey also fell on everyone. After that, it ended up on the empty glass and bottle.
The atmosphere in the room froze for an instant, and Foley was a little uneasy, and instinctively moved in the direction of Burns.
"It seems that the negotiation is over? Is there a result? So I decided what to do with me?" Scrimgeour waved away the feather duster, took off his outermost cloak, and put it on his arm, straight to the left. I sat down on a single sofa that was vacated, on Dumbledore's right, facing Ellen.
"I'm here today for peace talks." Foley turned the glass in his hand. Although Scrimgeour didn't know what was good or bad, he still calmed down and said, "Rufus, we talked about some other issues before. This is what I am rushing to negotiate."
"Rufus, there are a lot of misunderstandings between you." Dumbledore conjured another wine glass, poured the little mead into the empty glass, and directed the glass to fly to Scrimgeour.
"I'm not mistaken, Harris and the others have an obvious purpose in controlling the British magical world." Scrimgeour obviously didn't buy Dumbledore's ease of atmosphere, unlike Burns's almost superstitious worship of Dumbledore. As a hawk, he and Dumbledore have often disagreed with Dumbledore for many years, and he would show this without hesitation and politeness.
When Algie Longbottom saw him talking to Dumbledore so unceremoniously, the eyebrows and beards on his round face were all wrinkled together, "Rufus, pay attention to your attitude! Albus is here to help you! You! How many things have been caused by the tantrum strike, for your business, we are here to mediate for you, Dumbledore does not owe you, nor do we!"
Scrimgeour snorted: "I thought about it before I went on strike, before I did this, I'm just going to jail, if this evokes..."
"Rufus." Dumbledore interrupted the head of the Auror office. He smiled. "You know we are here for peace talks, but you are here now. I think this is enough to show that we are all willing to listen to each other. My heart, isn't it?" Pointing to the cup that flew to Scrimgeour, "Can I buy you a drink now?"
Scrimgeour's expression was like a slap in the face, his back stiffened, and he squeezed his finger bones. In the end, he did not reprimand him angrily. Instead, he reached out his hand or took the wine glass and sniffed the wine. Looking at them blankly, he drank the wine in the glass in one sip.
Immediately, although Scrimgeour's tone was still very blunt, he said a little softer and alive: "So Dumbledore, what do you want to say when you invite me over? Or did the Headmaster Harris tell me, the head of the Auror office? What instructions?"
Alan, who didn't speak, just touched Hermione's hand to prevent her from refuting, and just shrugged at the apologetic look cast by Foley.
"Rufus, this arson has exposed the harm caused by the internal division of the Ministry of Magic. We are gathered here today to eliminate the differences between you, so that ordinary people in the magical world do not have to suffer from your disputes. More hurt." Dumbledore folded his hands on his knees, and his long silver beard fell to the ground.
"Misunderstanding? I witnessed with my own eyes that the rights of our officials who did not fall to Harris at the Ministry of Magic were emptied a little bit. As the director of the Auror office, their actions began to bypass me completely, and I saw Harris how they were The violent law enforcement... That evil witch..." Scrimgeour put the wine glass heavily on the table, staring at Alan with cold eyes, but in the end did not say the words Penello, "If I abuse my power like this, if I never Protest, no more action... The Ministry of Magic will no longer be the Ministry of Magic for ordinary British wizards."
"Rufus, don't blindly blind you from seeing the truth because of your prejudice against Harris." Dumbledore still had a smile on his face, but his eyes became colder. "You have been dedicated to fighting the Dark Wizard all your life. Respectable, but Harris has been the same for the past few years..."
Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore with a cold, scrutinizing gaze, "I don't believe you haven't heard of their violence, Dumbledore, because witches work in their family?"
"The wizards who were arrested, they are all connected with the Death Eaters, and violently resist arrest!" Hermione threw Alan away from her hand~EbookFREE.me~ and sat upright, as if A Gryffindor sword showing its sharp edge, "According to the law, Auror has the right to use force in this situation, giving priority to protecting his personal safety, and then successfully arresting the target."
"I don't think those female shop assistants pose any threat to our well-trained Auror." Scrimgeour asked. "So, do you plan to pursue a career in magic law in the future? Miss Granger..."
"No, I hope to do something good in the world!" Hermione retorted. "Now the Aurors can get the right to fire at this time. If I remember correctly, it's Mr. Scrimgeour. You were in the World Cup with Harry. Ministers united to promote this. This is your own law."
"Rufus! Legally speaking, Miss Granger's words are nothing to blame!" Bones retorted Scrimgeour disapprovingly.
Foley felt more and more that supporting Scrimgeour was a mistake. Supporting him for so long hadn't been rewarded, so he didn't need to say that he liked to do things. And this old lion who doesn't know what it is, is too stubborn, and now even Hermione Granger, a well-known witch who actually has no conflict of interest, speaks ironically.
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When Allen saw the other party talking about Hermione, he spoke in a very calm tone: "So, what I have never actually understood is, Mr. Scrimgeour, what is your appeal after the strike? Unlike those Italian wizards, they at least I made crazy demands, demanding to build a temple of my faith on the floating city and even expel the Ravenclaw Temple...but I noticed you, you and you patrolling the Auror, and more just shouting and protesting there...but your request What is it?"