Chapter 534 Collapse of Faith

"Isn't it too early to celebrate now?"

The boy muttered to himself, shook his head in self-mockery, and walked around the crowd to continue strolling.

Although Diagon Alley is the largest commercial core of the entire Yingguo wizarding world, it is actually not very large. It didn't take long for the boy to visit it.

But the boy didn't give up. Instead, he went into a hidden alley and entered Knockturn Alley with a portkey.

Compared with the bustling Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley is much quieter. Although it is broad daylight, there are not many people on the street. On the dark street, only the oil lamps hanging at the door of each store are still silently emitting a dim light.

This is the characteristic of Knockturn Alley. Almost everyone who comes here to shop will choose to be directly teleported to the store that has the goods they need through the Floo Network, and leave after buying, so as not to give others the opportunity to catch them.

Generally speaking, except for a few rare cases, the pedestrians you see in Knockturn Alley are basically either newcomers who don't have a Floo network node for the other store, or pure, fearless, terrifying dark wizards.

This boy is obviously not the former.

Because he seems to be very familiar with Knockturn Alley. He stares straight ahead, but his feet skillfully bypass one puddle after another, and finally arrives in front of Borgin and Burke's.

Looking at the shaky, rotten wooden board at the door of the store, which can barely be called a sign, the boy's mouth corners rose.

But unlike what he expected, the boy stayed at the door of Borgin and Burke's for a long time, but did not push the door in. Instead, his body twisted and disappeared.

Borgin and Burke, who was counting gold galleons in the store, raised his head as if he had sensed something and looked in the direction of the door.

But there was no one there.

Borgin and Burke curled his lips, lowered his head again and began to count the gold coins on the counter again and again.

Just now, he sensed a very familiar breath.

'That might be an illusion.'

Borgin and Burke thought.

...

At the same time, a twisted figure appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and gradually solidified, transforming into the young man with brown hair.

Seeing this, the current head of the Auror Office, who had been waiting in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and said in a very earnest tone:

"Mr. Flint, Minister Scrimgeour has been waiting for a long time."

Hearing the other party addressing him, Chris couldn't help but frown, but in the end he still said nothing, just nodded, motioning the other party to lead the way.

The head of the Auror Office did not have any slow emotions on his face, but instead took a step ahead in a humble manner and began to lead the way for Chris.

The two of them had a smooth journey. The director took Chris to the door and left, and Chris's mouth corners slightly raised, pushed open the door and walked in.

At this time in the office, Scrimgeour had his back to the door, silently gazing at the clear sky simulated by magic outside the window, but his heart was filled with haze.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Scrimgeour turned his head stiffly, staring at Chris with a pair of bloodshot eyes expressionlessly.

"You don't seem to have had a good rest." Chris looked at the other's deep dark circles and swollen face and said, "But this is also normal. After all, no one will easily give up the power in their hands, especially in this way."

Scrimgeour did not speak, but silently opened the cigar box on the table.

But to his disappointment, the box that should have been full of cigars was empty. He then recalled that he seemed to have smoked all the cigars in it the night before.

At this moment, a cigar engraved with a Cuban elf pattern was held in front of him.

Scrimgeour looked up and saw Chris holding a cigar, looking at him with a smile.

After hesitating for a moment, Scrimgeour finally took the cigar from Chris's hand and lit it with his wand.

"Huh!"

Scrimgeour exhaled a long cloud of smoke, and then coughed twice with a painful expression.

This is the result of smoking a cigar through the lungs. You should know that not smoking through the lungs is the correct way to taste a cigar, but Scrimgeour doesn't care about that at the moment.

Only the burning sensation in his chest can alleviate his depression a little.

Chris looked at Scrimgeour quietly until his breathing became a little calmer. Then he said,

"So... what is your decision?"

Scrimgeour's hand holding the cigar began to tremble. He panted and shouted in a hoarse voice that was suppressed to the extreme,

"This is not fair!"

"There is no fairness in this world. The fairness that people see is just the result that most people can accept from the exchange of interests." Chris's fingers stroked the black wand. "Strictly speaking, you can become the Minister of Magic by chance. How unfair is it to other people who have no chance of this position for various reasons? So, you are not qualified to say such things." The muscles

on Scrimgeour's face were twitching constantly. He wanted to refute Chris's words, but after thinking for a long time, he finally lowered his head silently.

Chris on the opposite side did not urge him. Instead, he toured the office. His complacent attitude seemed as if he was the owner of the place.

"What are you going to do with McTownley?"

Scrimgeour's voice came over, and the corners of Chris' mouth rose even more. He shook his head and smiled:

"Under the current situation, it seems that the only way is a public trial, right?"

"He must die!"

"Oh?"

Chris looked at Scrimgeour in surprise, waiting for his next words.

And Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and said:

"People like him will never become one of our own! And they can never be tamed! Even if he behaves extremely submissive now, that's just his disguise. As long as he has a chance in the future, he will still jump out to make trouble, because his ambition does not allow him to spend his life in such an ordinary way! So... he must die!"

"Pa pa pa!"

The crisp applause echoed in the empty office. Chris clapped his hands rhythmically while looking at Scrimgeour with admiration.

He felt that he might have underestimated the previous Ministers of Magic. They were not stupid at all. They could see the truth of the so-called things very clearly. The reason they acted so stupid was just because their butts were not in the right position.

"Great minds think alike. I think so too!"

Chris said lightly, and Scrimgeour gritted his teeth and shouted in a voice like the cry of a trapped beast:

"The Ministry of Magic of Ying Kingdom is yours!"

...

Unlike the simulated weather in the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts was shrouded in rain.

Although it was early spring, the special climate environment of Ying Kingdom made the current weather not warm up at all.

On the contrary, due to the increase in rain after the spring, coupled with the melting of ice and snow, the real body temperature near Hogwarts became even colder!

"When will this damn day end?"

Ron shouted indignantly in the Gryffindor common room.

At this moment, he was wrapped in a blanket and squatting in front of the fireplace. This should be a very pleasant thing, but Ron was still shivering from the cold.

Harry was in a similar situation, but Harry's situation was worse than his. His hair was not dry yet.

This was the result of going out for Quidditch training on a rainy day, that is, in the magical world. If it were the Muggle world, Harry and Ron would have to report to the hospital now.

Listening to Ron's complaints, Harry, the Quidditch captain, did not comfort his goalkeeper, but looked at the corner with a worried look.

There, Hermione was sitting alone on the sofa in a daze.

This was extremely rare, because as a hard-working genius, Hermione would not waste every minute and every second. She was either studying or on the way to study.

But this also proved how bad her mood was at the moment.

There were many people who were in the same bad mood as her. You know, after the equal rights movement, Mike was almost regarded as a hero by all Hogwarts students except pure blood.

But now, their hero was arrested by the Ministry of Magic for his righteous behavior!

This was something they could not tolerate at all!

"Hey, Hermione, are you okay?"

Harry asked carefully, fearing that it would cause Hermione's dissatisfaction.

This was only Hermione. If it were any other woman, he would never approach her. This was the painful lesson he learned from enduring humiliation for more than ten years at his aunt's house - never provoke a woman in a bad mood, unless you want to be the other person's punching bag.

As Harry expected, Hermione was not much different from other women in essence. Hearing this, she just glared at Harry fiercely and said,

"Don't bother me!"

Harry obediently squatted by the fireplace again to toast his hair.

He was not angry, but rather admired Hermione.

After all, she had acted very calm. You know, since the others knew that Michael was arrested, they were all furious. Not only did they start to make a big fuss in Hogwarts, they also gathered in the hall to express their intention to go out and rescue Michael.

As for their rescue plan, it was also very simple, just break in and it's done.

Harry never doubted whether these people had the courage to break into the Ministry of Magic directly.

Because he remembered that his godfather Sirius had said to him that a person is irrational when his emotions are extreme.

Harry agreed with this.

While Harry was recalling Sirius's earnest teachings to him, he heard Hermione say in a choked voice:

"How could they do that? Michael defeated Voldemort!"

Ron instinctively shuddered when he heard the three words Voldemort!

Although Voldemort is dead now, he probably won't be able to change this habit in his lifetime.

"Yeah, how could they do that?"

Harry responded to Hermione in a dreamy voice.

In his opinion, getting rid of Voldemort was a great achievement, and no matter how much reward was given, it was not too much.

But such a hero was labeled a criminal because he supported the trend of equal rights.

He was deeply puzzled by this.

However, when he thought of what the Ministry of Magic had done in the past, he felt that it was understandable. After all, the Ministry of Magic was such a weird place.

"Plop! Plop!"

A strange sound suddenly awakened Harry from his deep thought. He turned his head curiously and saw an owl with a stack of magazines tied to its ankle constantly pecking at the window.

He hurried forward, opened the window, and let it in.

It was still raining outside now. If this little guy was exposed to the rain for too long, he would get sick.

The owl seemed to be moved by Harry's kindness. It shook the rain off its wings, and then neatly took off the stack of magazines on its legs and placed them in front of Harry.

"The Quibbler? Didn't it just come this morning? Oh! It's an expedited edition!"

He nodded in sudden realization as he looked at the red words 'Big News' on the cover of the magazine.

He could figure it out with his toes. There must be something new about Mike's case. You know, The Quibbler has almost become the exclusive media for reporting Mike's case. Just like the last issue of The Quibbler used most of its space to tell about Mike's case.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa and autistic, also rushed over and shouted loudly:

"Is there any news about Mike?"

Ron curled his lips in front of the fireplace. He suddenly felt a little jealous of Mike.

But Hermione obviously didn't care about his reaction. He saw Hermione snatched The Quibbler from Harry's hand and flipped through it quickly.

What surprised Harry was that as Hermione flipped through it, the expression on her face became uglier and uglier.

"Snap!"

Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore and started crying, and the book "The Quibbler" fell to the ground.

Harry quickly picked it up and started reading, but just after turning a page, his expression changed.

It was clearly written in magnified scarlet font:

"Shock! The one who arrested the hero Mike Townley was his most respected headmaster - Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore: I am submissive in the face of evil, but I strike hard in the face of heroes!"

"This... This is impossible!"

Harry murmured in disbelief, and began to frantically read the contents behind, trying to convince himself that this was just a lie.

But unfortunately, the evidence published by the Freemasons in "The Quibbler" was very rich, and it even included a magical picture of Dumbledore holding up the Sun Sword and slashing at Mike.

"Plop! Plop!"

The poor "The Quibbler" fell to the ground again, and this time Harry himself fell to the ground with it.

Looking up at the fine rain outside the window, Harry's heart was cold!

At this moment, the deepest belief in his heart is constantly collapsing!

PY A friend's book, "I Add a Dot to the Soldiers"