Chapter 514: Visit of the new Minister

"... lie down fast, like a patient!" Hermione stood beside the bed, pointing stubbornly at the bed. "Don't you think it would be embarrassing for us to be standing in the doorway? It's like you're here sickness?"
As soon as Maca stepped into the ward, she didn't even have time to say thank you, and was a little embarrassed by Hermione's call.
Yes, in principle, he is still a patient. Although he knew very well, he finally fainted only because the magic was overdrawn, not because he was hurt.
I remember when he woke up from St. Mungo's hospital bed, he was surprised at a time, why he was taken to St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital. Because he just fainted, there was nothing wrong with his brain. What was going on before he fainted was all in his mind!
At that time ... Yesterday, he took the ancient magic mirror and moved directly to the old forest in Albania. There are very few people there, and it is naturally relatively suitable to temporarily place such terrible items.
After that, he used the remaining magic power to lay a rune map in the palace based on the soul rune, and tried to seal the ancient mirror. But it wasn't until he finally started to seal that he realized that this thing was by no means easy to ban.
The ancient mirror's power is very powerful, wave after wave of soul shaking seems to be endless, no matter how strong the seal can't completely seal it.
Unfortunately, in order not to take risks, he did not go to the Ghost Marsh in the United States to observe. If you look at it, you might get some inspiration from its original seal.
In the end, although he initially opened the seal array, how long it can last, it is really difficult to say. It seems that before finding the correct and effective sealing method, he has to strengthen it again and again.
Of course, you can leave things alone for the future. After all, this incident can actually be said to smooth out the two hidden dangers for Maca. Both Voldemort and Greenward lay dead bodies, and the happiest of course was Maca. At least for him, the monument to confusion and the broken mirror were temporarily safe.
The greatly relieved Maca, in a state of depletion, barely returned to Hogwarts and fell in the snow and lost consciousness. If he hadn't told Professor McGonagall in advance, he couldn't tell how long he would lie in the snow and ice!
Not to mention that, under the persuasion of Hermione, Maca had to lie back on the bed again. If he had to say it, he did have some injuries. It was just the damage caused by excessive retrospective time, but he could not be cured in bed.
"Maca, how do you feel now?" Mrs. Weasley looked no more anxious than Hermione. When Maca lay down, she asked, "Although you can run to the next door, you look But I don't want you to behave as well! Look at you, they're all thin ... "
"Madam, I'm really okay." Maca shook her head helplessly. "I don't know my own situation yet? It's just a little bit hurt and it doesn't have much effect."
"I don't think so!" Tonks said disapprovingly, "You tell me, when have you been so embarrassed now? You know, Voldemort and Greenward!"
"Yeah!" Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Two generations of Dark Lords, planted in your hands!"
"If Dumbledore knows it, he will be proud of you," even Lupin couldn't help but sigh.
In fact, they had whispered many times in private when Maca was unconscious. At that time, all the wizards in Hogwarts Castle also made similar comments when they came out to watch.
"Everyone says, you are Dumbledore of this age!" Neville followed, "This is really ... this is really amazing!"
But when Maca heard it, she had to smile secretly.
Although he did have such a plan to wipe out the two black devil kings in one go, there was a huge omission in the middle, so that he broke his brain for this. To be honest, many times the process may not be very important. As long as the result is good, people will be happy about it.
Therefore, even if one of the two devil lays down his body and one is buried by the former, it seems that neither of them has much to do with Maca. But after some hard work by Maca, all the results were attributed to him, which is a natural fact.
"I'm not as powerful as you think." Maca shrugged, just humbled casually.
It doesn't matter to him, anyway, he also spent a lot of energy from beginning to end, this credit is acceptable if he smiles. Because the truth is difficult to say clearly, if it is not clear, then it is better not to say it directly.
"Maca, what was the situation at that time? How did you fight with the two Dark Lords ..." Fred asked with interest.
"Are you duel with them both?" George took the next sentence.
Maca thought for a while, and was going to pick some words to tell everyone, incidentally, they could also use his mouth to spread the version he had transformed. But he didn't say a few words, but found a wizard in the hallway outside walking and stopped at the door of the ward.
As the knock sounded, a male voice followed from the outside into the ward.
"Mr. McLean?"
The sound seemed a little husky, but it also sounded magnetic. Although the tone is polite, it has a strong tone, and just listening to the sound gives a strong feeling.
"It's me," Maca recalled, realizing that she couldn't remember who the master of the voice was for a while, apparently not an acquaintance. "The door is unlocked, please come in."
As soon as the voice fell, the other person unscrewed the door of the room and walked inside with a large and rapid pace. Look at the crisp and clear action mode, and the well-dressed, must be a fierce and powerful person.
"You ... Mr. Scrimgeour? Oh no, you should be called" Minister "right now." Macka took a look at it, and then continued, "Is the Minister of Magic here to ask about yesterday? ?"
Mr. Scrimgeour, whose full name is Rufus Scrimgeour, is the new Minister of Magic after Connelly Fudge encountered the unexpected.
He had a dark brown curly hair, a pair of eyebrows like two sharp pointed knives, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses with gold hooks on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of sharp eyes hiding behind the glass. Even if the foot is injured due to the past Auror career, it is unavoidably a little bit embarrassing, but it is still a step by step.
This guy originally served as the director of the Auror office, and has always been very hard-working. If you want to talk about the principle of life, he is actually much more positive than Fudge, especially in the area of ​​eliminating the black wizard. Unfortunately, he and Dumbledore often disagree. After all, the starting point of the two is completely different.
When Maca asked about the new minister's arrival, the other person shook his head first.
"Yes, I really want to find out first, how did you solve Voldemort and Greenward together. But today I came here because of another thing ..." Scrimgeour froze. Zhang face, as always, puts out his official business style, "But before that, I also ask everyone here to avoid it. I need to work with Mr. McLean, Mr. Porter, Weasley ... Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger talk. "
Obviously, several "Mr. Weasley" were crowded in this ward, so that Scrimgeour had to correct the way of addressing, lest he would have to talk more because of unclear expression.
Marka heard the words, frowned slightly, and tempted, "Is it related to Professor Dumbledore?"
Scrimgeour nodded expressionlessly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but probably because everyone was still in the room, so he didn't answer anything specifically.
With a little guess under Maca, he nodded to the others. Lupin and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other before greeting everyone to leave the ward temporarily.
Before long, the originally crowded ward became spacious again.
Scrimgeour saw that they were all out, and suddenly took out his wand again, and carefully placed a silencing spell around the room. It is indeed a wizard who is used to the Auror, but his words and deeds are similar to the original Moody.
"Mr. Scrimgeour, are you here because Professor Dumbledore has left a will?" Marka asked after the other party had finished setting up.
When he asked, the other three friends in the room felt a little surprised. Professor Dumbledore made a will? When did it stand? What does it have to do with them?
"You know?" Scrimgeour glanced at him suspiciously. "How did you know? Albus Dumbledore hadn't spoken to anyone."
"Uh, I guess." Maca spread his hands. "Because it's almost time."
"What time?" Scrimgeour frowned.
"What time is left?" Hermione exclaimed loudly. "Professor Dumbledore must have left us something, but you have detained them! If the thirty-one day period is up, you are not ready to put Are they coming over? "
Scrimgeour glanced at Hermione invariably when he heard it.
"According to Article 13, the Ministry of Magic has the right to inspect and confiscate the illegal items involved in the will." He said, but looked at Maca again. "Of course, if there are no illegal items, the Ministry of Natural Affairs The relevant successors will be delivered within the deadline. "