Someone grabbed hold of something nearby.

Some people still remember that they are wizards and cast spells to protect themselves.

Others grabbed their companions' hands and feet, dragged them, and slid away together.

The few wizards who managed to stay where they were under the impact of the rushing water looked at Harry in shock.

Is this how you break the curse?

You are asked to return the money and put the water from the fountain into the pool, not to flood the Ministry.

Ding Dong—the elevator over there stopped.

A team of Aurors rushed out.

They waved their wands. They were well-trained and the water without any magical effect was almost immediately cleared by them, leaving only a pile of "dead fish" on the ground.

"Mr. Potter." Scrimgeour walked over the wet floor and spoke, interspersed with the sound of sticky and dragging footsteps, his tone suppressed and low, "What are you doing, are you going to destroy the Ministry of Magic?"

"I'm just collecting a debt." Harry waved his hand and carefully observed the statue in the middle of the pool.

Scrimgeour was startled.

On his way here in a hurry after receiving the news, he thought that perhaps Mr. Porter's conversation with Minister Fudge was not very pleasant, so Mr. Porter wanted to vent.

I also thought that Mr. Potter might really be hiding his true nature, just like the rumors spread in the Ministry of Magic, and now he can no longer control his nature...

The only thing I never thought of was that Mr. Porter would be a "debt collector".

“Debt collection?” Scrimgeour’s courage and indomitable spirit were all slightly shattered by these words. “Mr. Potter, I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

Harry turned his head and looked him in the eye: "You don't know?"

"Ragnak escaped, and the Ministry of Magic closed down his blacksmith shop, but they didn't intend to give me the previous dividends."

Scrimgeour was silent. He really didn't know such a thing existed.

"If Fudge doesn't intend to give it to me, then I have to do it myself." Harry said helplessly.

"Mr. Potter, even if the Ministry of Magic has not given you the money yet, you can't..." Scrimgeour said with hesitation.

Harry interrupted him: "You mean, you want me to be obedient and willing to suffer the consequences?"

"Because it's the Ministry of Magic, it's justified for Fudge to not pay back the money he owes?"

Scrimgeour wanted to speak again and to make some excuses.

"Director Scrimgeour, this matter has nothing to do with your Auror Office." Harry continued, "Either you help an ordinary little wizard get back what he deserves, or you pretend you didn't see anything."

Behind Scrimgeour, an Auror had a distorted look on his face.

An ordinary little wizard?

Mr. Potter, how dare you say such a thing.

"Of course, you can also try to stop it." Harry tilted his head and looked at him with an innocent expression, "teaming up with Fudge to bully an innocent little wizard like me who is owed money and is lonely."

Having said this, he paused.

"You put the blame on me, didn't you, the butcher of Little Hangleton?"

"Out of courtesy, perhaps I should return one to you?"

"How about the butcher of Londinium?"

"Oh, that doesn't seem to work. The area of ​​Londinium is too big. Should we reduce it further? What do you think is better?"

What does it mean to return one?

Is this polite?

No, no, no, just thinking like this is very rude...

Many old Aurors retreated. They walked honestly and took several steps back. Although they still held their wands, they did not dare to point the tips of their wands at the young wizard. Instead, they turned them around and pointed them elsewhere.

The new Aurors who had just joined the company and completed training didn't understand why the old employees behaved like this.

But there is absolutely nothing wrong in learning from them and gaining experience.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Potter, perhaps you are right and are defending your rights and seeking your own interests. If I were the minister, I would definitely be willing to give you fairness. No, I would not let these unfair things happen in the first place."

"But I am now the Head of the Auror Office and an official of the Ministry of Magic. I have to, I must stand on the side of the Ministry of Magic."

He was hinting at something between the lines.

As he spoke, he raised his wand and pointed it at Harry.

Harry smiled softly: "Mr. Scrimgeour..."

"Expelliarmus!"

He slowly drew out his wand, pointed it at him, and chanted the spell smoothly.

Scrimgeour had no time to dodge the slow spell and was hit, his wand flew out of his hand and flew behind him, hitting someone in the face.

Harry waved his wand again.

A curtain was torn down and flew over, binding Scrimgeour tightly like a mummy.

"You're cute." Harry complimented him.

Scrimgeour struggled and made some "mumbles", but his mouth was blocked and he couldn't say anything.

The Aurors looked at each other.

What’s wrong with our director? He didn’t resist at all?

Harry waved his wand once more, and the statues in the fountain were dismantled, piece by piece, and flew into his pocket.

"Tell Fudge," Harry continued, addressing Scrimgeour, "If you want to redeem this thing, bring the money you owe me, plus interest and compensation. I will wait for him in Hogwarts for a month at most."

"If he doesn't come after a month, I will pack these things up and sell them to Gringotts."

"If after selling it, the money, interest and compensation are still not enough to cover what I should get, I will visit the Ministry of Magic again."

Harry raised his hand and extended it towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore grabbed his wrist.

With a crisp sound, the two of them Disapparated away.

Several minutes passed in the spacious hall until a new wizard walked out of the fireplace. He looked at this familiar yet somewhat strange place in astonishment and uttered a cry of surprise, which made the place noisy again.

"director!"

"Mr. Scrimgeour!"

The Aurors finally reacted and rushed over, trying to help their leader solve the problem.

Before they got there.

The ropes on Scrimgeour fell off and turned into a curtain that fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand and someone ran over and handed the wand back to him.

"Potter he..." An Auror clenched his fists.

Scrimgeour interrupted him. "No, this has nothing to do with Mr. Potter."

"It's Fudge's problem."

minister?

Some people just can't react.

Some people suddenly realized, clenched their fists, and looked excited.

With Fudge's approval rating dropping, Ludo Bagman absconding with the money, and Barty Crouch dead, there weren't many people qualified to compete for the position of Minister of Magic.

Umbridge is a Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, but her chances of becoming Minister of Magic are slim, even smaller than the chance that Dumbledore would suddenly have a brain attack and start preparing to commit suicide. She has almost no support in the Ministry of Magic, and she was able to become Deputy Minister entirely because of Fudge's cultivation.

Amelia Bones, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is one, but she is a little too old and should retire in ten years at most. The Ministry of Magic needs a minister who is mature but young enough.

Rufus Scrimgeour is a very suitable candidate.

He is not very old. He was born in 1968 and is only 27 years old this year. However, he is very outstanding. Both his resume and personal character have been recognized by a large number of people. In fact, he is so mature that it is hard to believe that he is not yet 30 years old this year.

Fudge is good at office struggles, but he is not good at anything else.

As one of the few departments in the Ministry of Magic that really needs to do practical work, the Auror Office has long been dissatisfied with the stupid Fudge.

He points fingers every day and makes some empty and vague remarks. When it comes to credit, he grabs it faster than anyone else, but when it comes to guilt, he tries to pass the buck without any hesitation.

They looked at their leader expectantly.

What does this sentence mean...

Is it finally time to swing the knife at Fudge?

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" someone asked tentatively.

Scrimgeour waved his wand and rehung the curtains. "Inform Ms. Umbridge to clean up here."

"We now have to report to the minister because his incompetence and dereliction of duty has resulted in Mr. Porter having to collect the debt."

He paused.

"The law does not stipulate that wizards cannot collect debts from the Ministry of Magic, nor does it stipulate what methods should be used to collect debts. Minister Fudge must give an explanation for this, otherwise our Ministry of Magic will be greatly embarrassed because of him."

Grimmauld Place.

Dumbledore and Harry appeared in the corner.

"I didn't expect you to be like this." Dumbledore looked at Harry. "What do you think?"

"That's the one the Ministry looks most valuable at," Harry answered him.

"That is a very symbolic statue." Dumbledore sighed softly, "The Fountain of Magical Brotherhood, a symbol of friendly coexistence between humans and magical animals."

Harry glanced at him. "If the centaurs heard you, they'd come out of the Forbidden Forest and kick you hard and kick the cockroaches out of your brain."

"A bunch of cockroaches won't eat your brain." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry deadpanned, "But your brain attracts them."

"Apart from human wizards, only male wizards would like that statue. Even female witches wouldn't like it."

Dumbledore sneered, "Harry, let me tell you, when Minerva was young, she said more than once that she wanted to blow up the fountain with a spell! How could a witch be like that?"

"And Pomona, even someone as good-tempered as she is, gets angry when the statue is mentioned."

"I'll have to take credit for this when school starts." Harry nodded.

"Minerva is not young anymore." Dumbledore shook his head. "She..."

Harry interrupted her: "I will tell Professor McGonagall this too. You said she was old."

"That's not what I meant," Dumbledore argued.

Harry imitated his sighing tone: "Minerva is not getting any younger."

"Harry, you can't take things out of context like that." Dumbledore followed him into the room.

"I didn't. Don't worry, I won't change a single word of this sentence." Harry lowered his voice after entering the room.

No one was worried about Harry being "judged", except Hermione.

None of them thought Harry would suffer, especially with Dumbledore following him.

The noise continued until night, when unexpected people came to visit.