12dz Chapter 172
Chapter 172
"Mr. Rozier, can I sit next to you? There is no acquaintance around, and I feel a little nervous."
While Mr. Russell was still recalling the past, a young voice interrupted his thoughts. When he looked up, he saw a familiar face.
"Rufus Scrimgeour, I remember correctly, how did you come here, and where did they catch you?"
"Shouldn't you be with old Mr. Barty Crouch, waiting in Paris for the International Conference of Wizards?"
Mr. Russell asked cautiously, he couldn't believe his eyes.
Facing the doubts of the old man in front of him, Mr. Scrimgeour also looked a little embarrassed, he scratched his head and said slowly.
"I came back yesterday because I got the news in advance that Voldemort would carry out a large-scale massacre and capture last night."
"I am afraid that there will be some accidents, so I came back to take a look."
When he said this, Mr. Scrimgeour spoke at a strange speed. Although he couldn't say he was stuttering, he always felt that the other party wanted to hide some information.
"For a girl?"
Looking at the embarrassed young man in front of him, Mr. Russell paused the crutch in his hand, and said affirmatively.
Mr. Scrimgeour, who heard this, felt extremely embarrassed, his face flushed, and he was speechless for a while looking at the old man in front of him.
"You must want to ask, how do I know, right?"
Facing this young man who is not too young but seems extremely shy at the moment, Mr. Russell is also a little interested at the moment. After all, in the current environment, there are not many things that can make him happy as an old man.
Hearing this, Mr. Scrimgeour nodded silently.
Seeing the opponent's movements, Mr. Russell looked him up and down, and then said slowly pretending to be mysterious.
"As the former director of the Department of Magical Execution, you had a promising future, but after you defeated Peter Pettigrew, of course I doubted your battle."
"You are faced with two choices. One is to take refuge in Mr. Cornelius Fudge's command, but obviously this is not a good choice."
"The other thing is to join the organization of the people behind the accident. I really want you to choose the latter, which will also lay the foundation for you to lose your position in the future."
"But it's obvious that you don't care too much about your position. The other party must have promised you more benefits that you care more about."
"Actually, it's not difficult to guess that for a wizard who grew up in a wizard family, money shouldn't be a part of his consideration."
"But if you have an uncle who needs a huge amount of money for medical treatment, that's a different story."
"My uncle was infected with wolfsbane virus, which was caused by Fenrir. He is a shameful prisoner. I must cut off his head with my own hands."
After hearing the other party mention his uncle, Mr. Scrimgeour couldn't bear it anymore, and he roared slowly in a deep voice.
Looking at the anger in the eyes of the other party, Mr. Russell felt extremely interested. He had no plan to walk out of here alive today. If he could watch a big show before he died, why not do it.
But before that, I still have to answer the young man's question, so Mr. Russell continued.
"The Wolf's Poison Potion is not a cheap thing. There are only a few who can refine that kind of thing, and most of the medicines on the market are not very effective."
"It is also very likely to shorten the patient's life, so you can only find the two most capable potion masters in the entire British wizarding world."
"This is the explanation of your previous behavior, but since old Barty Crouch led you out of the UK, your uncle was also transferred by that mysterious organization."
"You have no reason to come back here, and for a single man of your age, apart from the responsibilities of relatives, the only ones who can put you in danger are girls."
Hearing the other party's reasoning, Mr. Scrimgeour couldn't help but nodded, but still asked in doubt.
"Your reasoning about my job is basically correct, and the content is also very detailed, but why did you just rush over the last question like this?"
Facing this question, Mr. Russell showed a malicious smile, then shrugged his shoulders and said casually.
"Because the long list in front of it was inferred by me through long-term intelligence, and the latter is just a temporary speculation."
"The reason why I'm sure you're here for a girl is because of the silk scarf in your purse."
"Anne Grantham, a very quiet girl, I've seen her before, but please forgive my weakness, I didn't stop her when she was tortured."
"But I can also tell you a piece of good news, that is, there should be no problem with the other party. There is a gentleman named John Brown. He is really an upright gentleman. He saved that poor girl."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Russell turned his head to look at Mr. Scrimgeour's face, and then pretended to remember just now, and said apologetically.
"Oh, I'm sorry, please forgive an old man's memory, this does not seem to be good news for you."
Looking at the weird old man in front of him, Mr. Scrimgeour also felt extremely helpless, and at the same time he let out a deep breath in his heart, he couldn't let go of the stone that had been suppressed for a long time.
"Tell me, what are you going to do, whether it's a direct fight or something, don't tell me that you are really here for a meeting."
After playing with the young man, and seeing that the other party had obviously relaxed, Mr. Russell asked slowly.
And Mr. Scrimgeour, who was asked this question, also felt a little bit embarrassed. He just wanted to sit beside the old man and try to be quiet.
But I didn't expect that the old man in front of me, who has always been called cold-blooded, would behave so lively in this place.
Mr. Scrimgeour didn't know how to reply for a while, but fortunately, at this moment, Umbridge the pink toad came to the venue first.
When everyone was downcast, only this woman had a look of high spirits. Under the circumstances that Voldemort hardly cared about political affairs and his subordinates had little political talent.
This nasty disgusting woman in front of her almost somehow controlled the British Ministry of Magic.
And compared to Voldemort's brutality and the violence of his subordinates, the woman in front of her was even more disgusting. She was vicious like a snake, but she always put on a smile.
She always likes to say some lofty words, using the banner of the future of the wizarding world as a cover for her shameful behavior.
"It seems that you are still here. I thought some of you would be late. It seems that the things I prepared earlier are not needed."
"My rectification work has paid off. I am really happy today, because you are so happy to be punctual."
"Please wait a moment, the meeting is about to start."
After seeing that the crowd at the vagina meeting was almost complete, Umbridge said slowly in that disgusting voice with his trademark smirk.
And behind her, stood a few wizards in black robes, holding various things in their hands, but anyone who has stayed here for a while knows that those were recently developed by Umbridge. torture tool.