Scrimgeour's heart immediately hung in the air.

He guessed that there would be almost no accidents on that ghost ship, and that was Voldemort.

Now showing up in Diagon Alley?

"Gringotts?" he asked sullenly.

The Auror shook his head, "No, it was Ollivander."

Wand shop?

This was an answer that was quite unexpected to Scrimgeour.

Why are you going there?

A very unpleasant thought was born in his mind. Voldemort and the Wild Hunt were united, so did he want to steal the wands and disguise the knights of the Wild Hunt as wizards?

Even arming those rebellious goblins that were not captured.

That's several hundred.

Even if Harry and Dumbledore could solve it, how much turmoil would it bring to the wizarding world?

It hasn't even been a year since I took the position of Minister of Magic!

Is there a curse on this position?

"Kingsley, go find Mr. Dumbledore." Scrimgeour frowned, "I'll go check it out."

Kingsley was stunned for a moment, then turned to instruct Tonks.

He knew exactly why Scrimgeour would choose to let others do the safe thing while he went to a more dangerous place, for no other reason than his duties as the "Minister of Magic".

And there was no other reason why he handed the matter over to someone else and followed Scrimgeour, simply because of his duties as the "Head of the Auror Office".

However, when they were ready, they went there with trepidation.

Only Diagon Alley was left in ruins.

Frost covers the world.

The quiet and peaceful alley has become a ruin at this moment.

Ollivander's Wand Shop collapsed and destroyed, leaving only half of the sign frozen in the frost, with only the word "Until Now" on it.

The Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, the funny, huge doll, its head has disappeared, and it is still spewing fireworks.

Pet shop employees, holding a pure white owl in pain, suffered the greatest losses in the sudden attack.

And in the midst of chaos.

The Dark Mark, a huge skull and venomous snakes, floats in the air gorgeously and ostentatiously.

It swore an oath to the wizards, and fear descended again.

The wizards were running away, and some were crawling on the ground, dragging half of their bodies.

"Check the casualties. Those with minor injuries and those who need treatment on the spot should be treated right here." Scrimgeour rubbed his head in pain. "Those that are difficult for us to handle here should be sent to St. Mungo's."

Kingsley agreed to all of them and stood up to dispatch the Aurors.

Scrimgeour stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes dark.

With a snap——

A crisp sound came from behind him.

He reacted immediately, raised his wand, and turned quickly.

But before he could raise his hand completely, it was pushed down by another person's hand.

"Don't be nervous, it's me." The owner of the hand said in a soft voice.

Scrimgeour listened and felt relieved: "Mr. Potter, you are back?"

It was Harry who came.

When he and Yennefer were discussing how to take out the Horcrux fragments and preparing to test Nagini first to see if this idea could be realized, Kingsley's Patronus flew over and landed beside Dumbledore's bed, telling Dumbledore to go to Diagon Alley as soon as possible because Voldemort had appeared again.

only……

Dumbledore was drunk.

Harry flew out of Hogwarts and Apparated over.

"Where's Voldemort?" Harry asked without answering his question.

The name made Scrimgeour shudder.

Fear spread through his heart, but he still couldn't bear to hear the name.

In the sky.

The Dark Mark glowed brightly, and the venomous snake seemed to grow stronger.

"He left," Scrimgeour replied, choosing not to use the word "escape" which might have sounded more respectable to the Ministry. "He left before I got here."

"The target seems to be Mr. Ollivander."

"As for the others... they were all affected."

Harry looked up at the Dark Mark and raised his wand.

Call to God!

The silver griffin swooped down and fought with the poisonous snake. After several fights, the poisonous snake was torn to pieces and the skull was shattered into pieces by a collision.

"Olivanders?" Harry turned his gaze back, "To inform Germania, to tell them to be prepared. Voldemort might go after Gregorovitch, and Erimacken, the last wand-maker."

Scrimgeour nodded, and after giving instructions to the Auror beside him, he couldn't help but ask, "What does the You-Know-Who want to do?"

"He wants the Elder Wand," Harry said without hiding anything.

Scrimgeour was startled.

He thought of something and lowered his voice: "But doesn't that thing seem to be in Mr. Dumbledore's hand?"

"Voldemort doesn't know." Harry answered him confidently.

Scrimgeour nodded, raised his head and looked at the mess in the distance: "Mr. Potter, how should I explain this to the outside world?"

"Should we tell them that the mysterious man has been resurrected and returned once again?"

This is the issue that he is most concerned about.

"No." Harry shook his head, "Find another reason."

"That mysterious man?" Scrimgeour looked at him expectantly.

Harry whispered, "We know where he is, and we know what he wants to do. He won't be around tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

They have Ciri now.

No matter where Voldemort is, in this world or in the world of the Iron Elves, they can find him.

"He won't be resurrected again, will he?" Scrimgeour was still worried.

Harry looked at him: "The last Horcrux is also in our hands. He has no chance of resurrection."

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief and nodded heavily.

"I heard there was a goblin rebellion yesterday?" Harry asked casually.

Scrimgeour sighed, "In Gringotts. The Ministry is having a headache right now."

"The scale of their rebellion was too large, with more than 300 of them, and the Ministry of Magic only captured more than 30 of them, and that was with the help of Mr. Dumbledore."

“The losses are huge.”

"If the goblins are asked to pay compensation, it will probably only cause greater unrest. But if the Ministry of Magic is asked to pay compensation, it cannot afford it..."

He now regretted being the Minister of Magic.

There are too many headaches, it's not as comfortable as being the head of the Auror office.

"Did Ragnak catch it?" Harry inquired.

Scrimgeour shook his head. "No, that guy was very cunning. He escaped when the Ministry of Magic gathered its forces."

"What a pity." Harry sighed expressionlessly.

He also hoped to catch that guy, as he had a bunch of materials in his bag that he needed.

The Auror who had just been sent out by Scrimgeour came back soon.

Reporting the news.

"Gregorovitch has been captured. According to the news from them, it seems that he was captured earlier than us." The Auror said quickly, "There was an attack on Erimacken just now. It's too late to reply to our news. Those guys have already retreated."

"But it's all the same."

"They all left the Dark Mark."