Vol 2 Chapter 1146:

Harry thought, they were getting close to why Scrimgeour visited.
Scrimgeour wanted to talk to him, which, in Harry's view, was no different from the guy who couldn't remember his name and wanted to help him publish a book.
They were all disturbing and clean guys, especially those who tried their best to interview him, they were definitely the worst in Harry's eyes.
In fact, it is difficult for Harry to have a good impression of the Ministry of Magic. I have to say that this is definitely the credit of Fudge and Umbridge.
In Hogwarts, the name of the pink toad is not a joke, one can imagine how much Umbridge is...
Annoying?
There is also Fudge. Harry will never forget the changes before and after Fudge. It's hard to say, who has been suspected for a whole year and then described as a lunatic in the newspaper can still be happy.
And this sentiment naturally continued to the current Ministry of Magic. In essence, it was just a policy change. However, in essence, what exactly is the Ministry of Magic...
"...I think Dumbledore has discussed these things with you, right?" Scrimgeour did not say much, and asked directly.
This made Harry's mood very complicated. He had to admit that Scrimgeour was from the main battle group. Naturally, he could be divided into their camp, but in fact, many of Scrimgeour’s methods Harry did not agree with, and Dumbledore, Scrimgeour and Dumbledore were at odds on the resolution of many things.
It's not just Hogwarts, it's everywhere now, especially with the Order of the Phoenix.
A recognized regime naturally cannot tolerate an uncontrolled powerful fighting organization, and in fact, Harry never felt that the Minister of Magic would not know the Order of the Phoenix.
Fanlin told Harry that there has never been one between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic. Under the threat of Voldemort, they may still coexist, but in fact...
Harry carefully weighed whether he should lie.
He saw the little footprints left by the goblin around the flowerbed and a piece of torn cloth on the ground, where Fred caught the goblin, and the goblin was now hanging on the Christmas tree in a tutu.
Finally, he decided to tell the truth...or part of the truth.
"Yes, we discussed it." Harry said hesitantly.
"Talked, talked..." Scrimgeour said. From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Scrimgeour squinting at him, so he pretended to be very interested in a goblin sticking out of a bag from under the frozen azalea.
"Then what did Dumbledore tell you, Harry?"
"Sorry, it's between me and him," Harry said. He tried to make his voice as kind as possible, and Scrimgeour spoke in a brisk and friendly tone, "Oh, of course, if this involves credit issues, then you don't need to leak the secret... No, no... Anyway, are you really important?"
In fact, Harry hated this title, what the destiny, the chosen son... the savior...
For Harry, this was definitely not an endorsement. He had heard the prophecy, and at the same time knew that it was Voldemort's choice. In fact, the current situation had nothing to do with him.
Harry thought carefully for a few seconds before answering.
"I don't know what you mean, Minister."
"Well, of course, that will be very important to you," Scrimgeour said with a smile. "But for the entire wizarding society... it's just a feeling, isn't it? People believe that is important."
Harry didn't speak. He felt that he vaguely knew the purpose of their conversation, but he was not ready to help Scrimgeour achieve it.
The goblin under the rhododendron was digging the bug at the root of the flower, and Harry stared at it.
"You know, people believe that you are the real man," Scrimgeour said.
"They think you must be the hero-of course Harry, you are a hero whether you are a real man or not! How many times have you faced the demon who can't even mention the name? Anyway, "He continued without waiting for Harry to answer, "The point is, for many people, you are a symbol of hope, Harry. People want someone to be able, or even destined to destroy the demon who can't even mention the name. Well, of course this can give people inspiration. I can’t help feeling that once you realize this, you will take it as, well, almost your obligation, and stand with the Ministry of Magic to inspire everyone ."
The goblin just managed to catch a bug. Now I am dragging it hard, trying to get it out of the frozen ground.
Harry was silent for a long time, and Harry was really not interested in Scrimgeour's words, to be precise, even disgusted.
What other people think?
Sorry, maybe I haven't been so great in a long time.
It's just that Voldemort is Harry's enemy, and no one has the power to win this war with a single blow. It doesn't matter to other people, to be precise, Harry doesn't want to think about other people at all.
Harry just wanted to keep himself alive, but Voldemort kept asking for trouble.
Scrimgeour looked at Harry, then at the goblin, and said, "Funny little guy, isn't it? But what are you trying to say, Harry?"
"I don't know exactly what you want," Harry said slowly, "'Side with the Ministry of Magic'...what does this mean?"
"Oh, well, there is no burden at all, I assure you," Scrimgeour said. "For example, if you go in and out of the Ministry of Magic from time to time, you can give people a positive impression. Of course, when you are there, you will have ample opportunities to contact my successor, Gawain Robaz. He is the current head of the Auror office. Dolores Umbridge told me that you hope to become an Auror in the future. Well, that's easy to arrange—"
Harry felt anger churning in the depths of his stomach: So Umbridge is still in the Ministry, isn't it?
This is definitely not something tolerable. In fact, Umbridge shouldn't be taken out of the Forbidden Forest by Dumbledore.
"So fundamentally," Harry made his voice sound like trying to sort out a few facts, "you want to give people the impression that I work for the Ministry?"
"If they think you are more involved in our work, everyone will be cheered up, Harry," Scrimgeour was relieved to see Harry understand so quickly.
"'My Destiny', you know... all are to give people hope and make them feel that exciting things are happening..."
"But if I keep going in and out of the Ministry of Magic," Harry still tried his best to keep his tone of voice friendly, "don't I seem to agree with all the decisions of the Ministry?"
This is really unacceptable, especially in cooperation with the Ministry of Magic.
"Well," Scrimgeour frowned, "Well, yes, that's part of what we want you—"
"Perhaps, you found the wrong person." Harry said. "Actually, it's useless for you to come to me. Maybe you can convince Dumbledore or Fanlin, whichever one, can help the Ministry of Magic. All are much older than me."
"You think so?" Scrimgeour looked at Harry strangely, "Dumbledore, I can understand, and that Van Lin is probably just one..."
"A savvy kid," Harry said. "Maybe Ms. Umbridge still hates him, but in fact, there may be things you don't know too well, Minister Scrimgeour."
"I'm not sure? What is it?" Scrimgeour asked in a puzzled way. For Fanlin, except for a brief contact in the Quidditch World Cup, it can be said that Scrimgeour had no impression of Fanlin.
All the attention of the Ministry of Magic is now on Harry and Dumbledore. As for Fanlin, Hermione or Neville, who cares?
"That is, someone who can hurt Voldemort and rescue me several times from the hands of Death Eaters."
"Hurt Voldemort?" Scrimgeour said. "Is this true?"
"As you can see, I think, I can stand here and talk to you, and I really want to thank my good friend." Harry said, looking at Scrimgeour with stern eyes.
"So, he will agree..."
"His maternal grandparents were also Ministers of Magic. In the East, I think this is more of your interest, isn't it?"
"So, where is he? There...I didn't see him." Scrimgeour said.
"However, I advise you, Minister Scrimgeour, I hope you can recognize some facts."
"What fact? You or your friends will agree..."
"No, I don't think it will be useful, and I can guarantee that Fanlin will not agree, he is a very creative person." Harry said happily. "Look, I don't like some of the things the Ministry of Magic is doing now. For example, arresting Stan Sunpark."
Scrimgeour was silent for a while, but the expression on his face became more severe.
"I don't expect you or anyone else to understand," he could no longer conceal the anger in his voice like Harry did. "This is a dangerous time and certain measures must be taken. You are only sixteen-"
"Dumbledore is much more than sixteen years old, and he doesn't think Stan should be imprisoned in Azkaban," Harry immediately countered. "You are making Stan a scapegoat, which in itself is a meaningless thing, just like you want to use me as your mascot!"
They looked at each other long and firmly. In the end Scrimgeour stopped pretending to be friendly, and he said, "I see. Do you prefer-like your hero Dumbledore-to leave the magic part?"
"I don't want to be used," Harry said.
"Some people will say that being used by the Ministry is your responsibility!"
"Yeah, but others will say that it is your responsibility to check if they are real Death Eaters before throwing them into jail!" Harry's anger rose. "You are repeating the mistakes of Barty Crouch. You people have always been a mess, haven't you? When Fudge was there, people were murdered under his nose, but he had to whitewash peace. , And when you were there, you threw innocent people into jail, pretending to have some real man working for you!"
"So you are not the real man?" Scrimgeour said. "I remember you said that it doesn't matter anyway, right?"
Harry gave a wry smile, "It doesn't matter to you, anyway..."
"I shouldn't have said that," Scrimgeour said immediately. "Something is wrong—"
"No, that's the truth," Harry said. "The only truth you say to me! You don't care about my life and death. What you care about is that I can make people believe that you are going to win the war with Voldemort. I haven't forgotten, Minister..." He raised his right fist, cold. The scar that Umbridge forced him to carve on the back of his hand is a little white, and it says: I can’t lie.
"I don't remember when I said that Voldemort came back last year, you ran out to defend me. Last year the Ministry of Magic didn't seem to be so enthusiastic about alliances with me." They stood there, as cold as the ground. The goblin finally pulled out the worm, and was leaning on the bottom branch of the rhododendron bush and sucking its delicious meal happily.
"What does Dumbledore want to do?" Scrimgeour asked abruptly. "Where did he go when he was not at school?"
"I don't know," Harry said.
"Even if you knew it, you wouldn't tell me," Scrimgeour said, "right?"
"Yes, I won't."
"Well, then, I have to see if I can't understand it through other means."
"You can try," Harry said coldly. "But you look smarter than Fudge, and I thought you learned a lesson from Fudge. He tried to interfere with Hogwarts. You may have noticed that he is no longer the minister, and Dumbledore is still the principal. I am you, I will not interfere with Dumbledore. And, I want to advise you, this is what my good friends often say to me, recognize the reality, Minister..." Harry paused.
"The Ministry of Magic is not safe. In fact, Azkaban has been destroyed, isn't it?"
There was a long silence.
"Oh, obviously he has shaped you very well~EbookFREE.me~The eyes behind Scrimgeour's metal-framed glasses look cold and severe. "You are from Dumbledore from head to toe, isn't it? special? "
"No." Harry thought for a while, "I think, I don't need to be someone else's person, you can say that I am me, an independent... wizard?"
"Really?" Scrimgeour asked seriously.
"Of course, I think Dumbledore will answer like that." Harry said. "In fact, Voldemort is just a who has been looking for trouble to me, and it just so happens that this is extremely powerful and powerful. So many people can't kill him with the combined efforts, and because of some coincidence... I don’t know why, maybe it’s luck, but the gap is obvious, so we have to go together, whether it’s Dumbledore or It's the Ministry of Magic."
"Of course, but you..." Scrimgeour opened his mouth, and then thought of the lazy stall that Fudge had given him. It was obvious that this was definitely a big job for everyone.
The magical world is far from the peace of the prophet’s daily newspaper. The power of the current Auror is not enough to capture the death predators. Moreover, the long-term decomposition, the faction dispute...
Strictly speaking, Scrimgeour himself is a representative of a faction, just like the boy in front of him, representing himself?
That's true, but in any case, in the eyes of other people, they are all labeled well.
"So, you are not going to help the Ministry of Magic?"
"That said, Minister, I don't think it's useful. In fact, I'm still very happy. At least for now, we don't have to hide and tuck." Harry said, and then he bowed to Scrimgeour. Bowed.
"Although I don't agree very much, but I am still very happy to see you here, Mr. Minister, at least we are not enemies, and of course we are not friends."