Scrimgeour shouldn't be nervous.

But he just learned that Dumbledore and Harry went to meet Grindelwald yesterday and stayed in Nurmengard for one night.

Now the three most powerful people in the magic world meet.

No country's Ministry of Magic can sleep.

Especially since before Dumbledore called him over, his own Auror had already sent him information that Grindelwald was very angry.

so……

What happened last night?

"Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Potter?" Scrimgeour asked cautiously, reciting the question in his mind.

"Why did you suddenly change your name to calling me Potter?" Harry looked at him.

Scrimgeour winced.

The two men opposite raised their wands at the same time, checking him.

"Oh, it's Rufus." Dumbledore nodded.

"The aura is fine." Harry also put down his wand.

Scrimgeour was startled. He lowered his head and stammered, "You went to see Grindelwald yesterday and stayed there overnight. You scared a lot of people."

He took a deep breath and asked carefully: "I wonder what you discussed?"

Harry nodded at the table. "Just catching up."

"We discussed a little bit about why Voldemort, as a dark wizard, was so narrow-minded. Grindelwald at least knew how to hook up with some powerful people, but Tom only hooked up with old ladies."

Dumbledore coughed twice.

Scrimgeour had a strange look on his face. He didn't think of Dumbledore, but the information contained in Harry's words was too much.

turn out to be……

Is Grindelwald such a person?

"I also borrowed his third eye and asked him some questions about Voldemort." Harry went on, "Don't worry, Grindelwald won't leave the cage."

Scrimgeour opened his mouth and sighed.

He just came out today and beat up his own people.

Because he disobeyed Thicknesse's orders, the funding for the Auror Office was severely cut, and he had to pay the compensation out of his own pocket.

"How's the Ministry of Magic doing lately?" Harry asked him.

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief, his tone becoming cheerful: "It's better than before. Thicknesse has almost no support right now. His brain and vision are not enough to handle the Ministry of Magic."

"Now we are just waiting for an opportunity, waiting for something to bring him down."

He looked at Harry expectantly.

"Professor Dumbledore and I would like to visit the Department of Mysteries," Harry said directly, ignoring his gaze.

Scrimgeour's face was startled and he frowned. "You guys want to visit too?"

"Also?" Harry got the point.

Scrimgeour nodded. "Thickness has been trying to bring the Department of Mysteries under the purview of the Minister of Magic recently. It's been very unpleasant."

The Department of Mysteries is part of the Ministry of Magic, but since its establishment, it has always been outside of power. The Department of Mysteries is managed solely by the Department of Mysteries, and apart from asking the Ministry of Magic for a huge sum of money every month and year, it has almost no presence.

Even within the Ministry of Magic, few people have ever been to the Department of Mysteries. They don't know the significance of this department or what they are researching.

But there is no doubt that it is important.

“In fact, there are many Ministers of Magic who are interested in the Department of Mysteries, but none of them has caused such a big stir as Thicknesse.” Scrimgeour shook his legs, his tone a little uneasy. “There are voices in the Department of Mysteries who agree with Thicknesse. This has never happened before.”

"I went to investigate."

"You should all be able to guess the result."

"It's those Unspoken Men who are also Death Eaters who are adding fuel to the fire."

Harry frowned and interrupted him: "You said so much to express that the Department of Mysteries does not welcome outsiders to visit now."

Scrimgeour nodded. "The Department of Mysteries has stopped all visitors. They are quarreling among themselves. If you want to visit, I'm afraid you'll have to wait at least half a month, or even until I find a chance to bring Thickness down."

Harry asked him back, "Why don't you just arrest those Death Eaters? They should have the Dark Mark on their arms."

"The Department of Mysteries is autonomous," Scrimgeour stressed.

Harry nodded. "At least the Department of Mysteries knows better than to hand over anything really important to the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour tilted his head, unable to retort.

Harry waved his wand, and a letter floated out of the Sorting Hat and landed in Scrimgeour's hands. "This is my visiting card. Please pass it to the Department of Mysteries. I will visit you tomorrow."

"Harry, I'll pass it on for you." Scrimgeour took it and put the letter into his pocket, adding emphatically, "But they may not accept it, and they may not..."

Harry interrupted him calmly, "I gave them face."

"You should know that courtesy comes first."

Scrimgeour's expression froze and he looked at him resentfully.

Oh, yes, how could I have forgotten what kind of person Mr. Potter is.

Scrimgeour did not stay for dinner, he hurried back. The Auror Office was very busy recently and had a lot of work to do. Thicknesse always assigned them many tasks every day, some of which could not be shirked - they had already inspected Downing Street five times this week, and all they had to do was communicate with them and set up another office for them.

"Harry, Grindelwald suggested that we go to the Department of Mysteries at the end of July." Dumbledore stood up, stood in front of the French window, and watched Scrimgeour leave in a hurry.

"He can make suggestions." Harry nodded, "I'll listen, but this won't prevent me from visiting tomorrow."

After nightfall, at Malfoy Manor.

Thicknesse reported today's events to Voldemort.

"Dumbledore and Potter stayed at Grindelwald's for one night?" Voldemort sat on the sofa, flipping through the pages of a book. "Potter has to make a mandatory visit to the Department of Mysteries tomorrow."

Thicknesse nodded. "Scrimgeour helped Mr. Potter deliver the visiting card. It is said that he had a big argument with the people from the Department of Mysteries and left on bad terms."

"The Department of Mysteries may not..."

Voldemort waved his hand. "No, it doesn't matter what the Department of Mysteries thinks."

"In this regard, whether it's me, Potter, or even Dumbledore and Grindelwald, we are all the same. No one can stop us from getting what we want."

"Potter said he would go tomorrow, and he would go."

Thicknesse asked cautiously, "I've been making quite a lot of noise lately. Could it be that Potter has discovered something that the master wants from these clues?"

Voldemort did not tell him what he was going to do.

But all the Death Eaters knew that Voldemort wanted something from the Department of Mysteries, they just didn't know what it was.

“Really?” Voldemort closed the book and threw it away. It floated and landed on a cabinet nearby. “Let me think about it.”

After a while.

He opened his scarlet eyes: "My dear child."

In the corner, Barty Crouch Jr. stepped forward and said, “Father, I’m here.”

"Tell me more about the night the Lord's soul died," Voldemort ordered.

Crouch immediately began to speak softly.

He was not there that day, but he could see what was happening over there through other people's eyes. These were preparations made just in case, and they came in handy now.

When it came to "Avalon", Voldemort waved his hand and asked: "Does Potter think highly of Avalon?"

Crouch nodded. "Yes, father. Potter cares a lot about Avalon. His girlfriend once spent half a year looking for various materials for him."

"Dumbledore and Grindelwald also searched for Avalon," Voldemort said softly, "Of course, I have also searched for it and entered it."

"Let me look for it again."

He waved his hand.

A Pensieve and several bottles of silvery threads came flying.

The memories between Horcruxes are not interconnected. Voldemort had anticipated the death of his main soul, and left behind many memories that he thought were important to prepare for his new life.

Voldemort picked one out, dipped it into the Pensieve, and then buried his head in it.

“The same eyes.” Soon, Voldemort pulled his head out, his eyes full of surprise, “The same eyes as Harry Potter.”

"A young man, with white hair instead of black hair, like Harry, and with two swords on his back."

"But there's a dark-haired woman with him."

"Who do you think is the ancestor of the Potter family?"

Crouch did not speak, for he knew very well that Voldemort was not asking him a question at this time.

Voldemort put away the memory and the Pensieve. "Do you know how to get into Avalon?"

"Neither Grindelwald nor Dumbledore were able to get in back then."

"They are not as great as me. Only those who are above death can enter Avalon."

Crouch raised his head, his eyes burning, looking at his real father with longing.

“I’m afraid Potter doesn’t care about what I want to get in the Department of Mysteries.” Voldemort stretched out his hand and tapped his cheek. “Let me guess what he thinks.”

"He might have thought I would hide a Horcrux in Avalon?"

"It's a naive idea. Unless you are as great as me, you can't enter Avalon. If I put the Horcrux there, it would be like burying myself."

"Maybe it's because of those eyes?"

"There is no record of those eyes in any book or legend. What did Potter discover in his family history?"

The more he spoke, the more certain his tone became.

“I’m afraid he wants to use the power of the Hall of the Dead, even if it’s just to temporarily master the power over death, so as to enter Avalon?” Voldemort’s eyes lit up and his tone became excited. “It seems that we have to prepare and go to Avalon before him. Potter and Dumbledore have to separate…”

“This is a rare and great opportunity.”

He stood up and clapped his hands briskly: "Let's get ready."

"Perhaps, this will be your only chance in this life to get close to the promised land."

"Sinix, help me keep an eye on Potter. If he is going to the Hall of the Dead, remember to send the message back in time. Remember to do it in time."

Thicknesse shuddered and nodded in agreement.