[HP] Reason is still chaotic

A week after the break from Azkaban, Hermione opened the Daily Prophet over breakfast and let out a gasp when she saw the headline.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Ron asked vaguely with a pie in his mouth.

Hermione bumped Ron's stomach with her elbow without hesitation, leaned close to Harry, and said anxiously, "Harry, look!"

Confused, Harry put down the pumpkin juice in his hand and lowered his head.

"puff!"

A sip of pumpkin juice landed right on the headline of the Daily Prophet: Scrimgeour takes over from Fudge

Harry frowned at the black-and-white photo of a man that took up most of the front page.He had thick hair like a lion's fur and a savage face.The picture is animated—the man is waving his hands toward the ceiling.

Harry looked up suddenly at the Slytherin table.Draco met his gaze and nodded nonchalantly.

Hermione whispered quickly, "Rufus Scrimgeour, former head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, succeeded Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic. This appointment was widely and enthusiastically received by the wizarding community." Welcome, but within hours of taking office, new Minister Scrimgeour was rumored to be at odds with Albus Dumbledore, chief wizard of the Wizengamot, who had just been reinstated. Scrimgeour's representatives acknowledged that Minister Scrimgeour's inauguration He met with Dumbledore after taking office, but he refused to disclose the topics they discussed..."

"Rufus Scrimgeour?" Ron said optimistically. "I know him. Dad says he's a tough guy. Most of his energy after he started working is devoted to dealing with dark wizards."

"Sounds like it would be a good idea for him to succeed Fudge," said Hermione cautiously. "What do you think, Harry?"

"Huh?" Harry turned his gaze back, "He is very capable, more decisive and courageous than Fudge." He added without changing expression against Hermione's questioning eyes, "Professor Dumbledore is so Said."

"Yes!" said Ron cheerfully.

"Oh?" Hermione said dubiously, "but the newspaper said that the new minister Scrimgeour had a bad relationship with the headmaster..."

"Come on!" Ron said carelessly, "Do you believe the Daily Prophet?! You forgot how they wrote about Harry before? But buddy, when did you know about this?" Ron suddenly said Turning around, he asked enviously, "Did the principal tell you?"

"Well..." Harry replied vaguely, and he said honestly, "I knew Scrimgeour would succeed Fudge as Minister for Magic, but I didn't know it would be so soon."

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry, who was placed in a group because of his similar level, finally caught up with Draco.

"What's going on?" Harry cast a spell casually and asked Draco, "Why did Fudge step down so early this time?"

Draco took a step sideways, returned a spell, and said gloatingly: "Wizard Weekly helped you to rectify your name this time, and the Ministry of Magic has a lot of complaints about Fudge. Last time, what happened to Nagini at the Ministry of Magic It's too big, plus Azkaban's great escape...how could he not step down?!"

Harry grinned, and cast two curses with a smile, "He deserves it! But, why is Azkaban's escape earlier?"

"Because of my dad." Draco touched his nose, avoiding Harry's two spells and a spell that someone missed. "A large number of Death Eaters left with Dad." He', so 'he' can only go to jail."

Harry stretched out his hand to grab Draco, cast an armor charm, and blocked the three colorful spells, "So, now 'him' is surrounded by only those loyalists who entered Azkaban?"

"Almost," Draco said, "There are at most three or four who dare not leave the Death Eaters."

Harry frowned and asked suspiciously, "Can't even Salazar Slytherin reassure them?"

"They can't live in Hogwarts, and they don't have a manor or an ancestral home," Draco explained. "Of course they don't dare."

Harry nodded casually, and asked casually, "What about your father?"

Draco glanced at Harry, and said meaningfully: "In the manor." He paused, and said slowly, "The manor is closed, and the ancestor of Sephian is still here, so don't worry."

Harry looked at Draco speechlessly, who cares? !

The two of them paddled the water with ease in the classroom where the spells were flying around.Salazar also turned a blind eye to these two people. Thousands of years ago, this kind of students who had learned the content of the course did not use it at all.

The days flew by, and when the Christmas holidays came, Harry boarded the train with Ron and Hermione.It was the first time he had been home—a real home for Christmas.He was decorating the Christmas tree with Sirius and getting ready to clean the house with Remus, all with a happy smile on his face.

On Christmas morning, Harry got up early to unwrap his presents under the Christmas tree.Sirius and Lupine gave Harry a beautiful set of books: "Practical Defense Magic and Its Restraint to the Dark Arts", in which the spells have colorful animated illustrations.Hagrid gave him a fur purse with fangs.Draco gave him a potions box.Hermione sent a homework planner.Ron had given him a large box of jam beans, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's presents were hand-knitted jumpers and meatloaf.Dobby sent an ugly drawing, and Harry suspected that the elf had painted it himself, but put it away in a good mood.

Harry and Lupine then prepare Christmas dinner together, with Sirius adding to the chaos by offering to help.The three laughed together, not angry at all.Harry thought he had the happiest Christmas of his life!

The next day, the Harry family paid a visit to the Weasleys.While everyone was chatting happily, there was a knock on the Burrow's door.

Mrs. Weasley opened the door and exclaimed, "Percy?!"

Harry looked at the scene in front of him coldly, and calmly agreed to Scrimgeour's invitation.

"It's all right," he whispered as he passed Lupine, who was about to get up from his chair. "It's okay." Seeing Sirius opening his mouth to speak, he added another sentence.

"Great!" Scrimgeour stepped back, letting Harry go out the door first. "We'll just walk around the garden, and then I'll go. Go on, everyone!"

Harry and Scrimgeour walked into the garden together.

"Beautiful," said Scrimgeour, pausing before the garden fence, looking out at the snow-covered lawn and unidentifiable plants, "beautiful."

Harry nodded perfunctorily, and said straight to the point: "I guess you didn't come here because you like this garden?"

"I've wanted to see you for a long time," said Scrimgeour. "You know that?"

"Maybe!" said Harry coldly. "Maybe every Minister of Magic wants to meet me."

Scrimgeour frowned, "I've been hoping to have a chance to talk to you since I took office, but Dumbledore stopped me. As I said - it's completely understandable."

Harry lowered his eyes, growing impatient with the conversation.But, Harry, you can't substitute impressions from previous lives for this one, you have to come into contact with them yourself before making a judgment.

"Rumours abound!" said Scrimgeour. "Of course, we all know how distorted the stories are... Voldemort is alive and you are the savior... I suppose Dumbledore talked to you about these things? Dumbledore What did I tell you, Harry?"

Harry said coldly: "I don't think this has anything to do with you."

Scrimgeour's tone was relaxed and friendly, "Oh, of course, if it's a secret, I don't want you to reveal it... No, no... Besides, does it really matter if you are the savior or not?"

Harry hid the disgust in his eyes, "So, what do you mean?"

"Of course, it's important to you," Scrimgeour said, laughing, "but to the wizarding world . . . it's all perception, isn't it? What people believe is what matters."

"Why do people believe that I am the savior?" Harry was curious about this, knowing that there was no prophecy ball this time.

Scrimgeour said, "They think you're a hero—you are, Harry, savior or not! How many times have you faced the one who can't even be named? A symbol of hope in mind, Harry. Knowing that there is someone who can, and is even destined to, destroy the Big Boss - it's naturally inspiring. I can't help but feel that once you realize that, it might feel like, You're almost obliged to work with the Ministry and give everyone confidence. Funny little guy, isn't he? But what do you think, Harry?"

"Working with the Ministry of Magic," said Harry slowly. "What are you going to ask me to do?"

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, I assure you. It would make a favorable impression if, for example, you could get in and out of the Ministry now and then. Dolores Umbridge told me you were in the White House Unparalleled talent for magic..."

Harry's face darkened, and he asked sarcastically, "So basically, you want to give the impression that I work for the Ministry?"

"Everyone will be encouraged to see you more involved, Harry," said Scrimgeour, who seemed relieved that Harry had grasped his words so quickly, "Saviour, you understand... It’s about giving people hope, that exciting things are happening…”

"You're just trying to sound like I approve of what the Ministry is doing," said Harry quietly.

"Well," said Scrimgeour, frowning slightly, "yes, that's why we hope—"

"No, I don't think so," said Harry politely. "You know, I don't like certain things the Ministry does, like Dolores Umbridge."

Scrimgeour didn't speak for a moment, but his face immediately sank. "I don't expect you to understand that the situation is dangerous and certain measures are necessary. You're only fifteen—"

"You may have forgotten." Harry raised his voice slightly, "Godric Gryffindor was the first to express dissatisfaction with Umbridge, and it was Salazars who prevented the Ministry of Magic from entering Hogwarts." Leitlin."

The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally Scrimgeour gave up his feigned friendliness and said, "I can see that you wish to be like your hero Dumbledore, or, ah! Ministry of Magic?"

"Separate?" Harry said coldly, "You will actually find that Hogwarts has never been within the scope of the Ministry of Magic's interference."

Scrimgeour said angrily: "It is your duty to serve the Ministry of Magic!"

"A Ministry of Magic that either pretends it's all right when people get killed right under his nose, or pretends to have a savior working for it?!" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Aren't you the savior?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I'm not." Harry said firmly, "I've never been a savior! I can escape from Voldemort's hands again and again because there are many people who love me, and they would rather sacrifice themselves to protect me!"

Scrimgeour stared at him and asked abruptly, "What is Dumbledore doing? He..."

"Did you think Professor Dumbledore would be doing nothing like the Ministry of Magic?" Harry interrupted him indifferently, "but you look smarter than Fudge, so I thought you would learn his lesson. He tried to interfere with Huo You may have noticed, Gwartz, that he is no longer a Minister, but Dumbledore is still Headmaster. If I were you, I would not interfere with Dumbledore."

There was a long silence, and Scrimgeour's chest kept heaving, "I can see that he has succeeded in you. He is Dumbledore's man through and through, isn't he, Potter?"

"Yes, I am," said Harry proudly, giving his first smile of the conversation, "I'm glad we made that clear."

He turned, left the Minister for Magic behind, and strode into the house.

The author has something to say:

The Ministry of Magic is at it again!Maybe in my story he'll be the fastest Minister for Magic to step down?