Professor, please pay the debt

Unpredictable!Even if Merlin was alive, he would not be able to guess what kind of secret the crying little boy was hiding.

When the questioning was fruitless, Harry directly used Legilimency to hollow out Draco's head. He was taken aback, thinking that it's really hard to see what a person looks like, that poor little guy could come up with such a wonderful idea as the disappearing cabinet—maybe the Malfoy family still has hope!

It was not difficult to subdue Malfoy. After talking to Lucius, he cried and begged Harry to change the mark.

But Harry's thigh is not so easy to hold, Harry always regards Lucius as a junior, but this feeling does not extend to Draco.

He asked Draco to offer his sincerity - the disappearing cabinet.So under Harry's threat and Lucius' persuasion, Drake became a double agent.

In a flash of time, June arrived, and on a sweltering night, Harry led the members of DA to lurk secretly in the Forbidden Forest and attacked the Death Eaters who came out of the disappearing cabinet.

It was already three hours later when the Minister led the Aurors to arrive.

"You want to get rid of me and do it alone!"

Rufus Scrimgeour accused angrily. It was just dawn, and the last darkness before dawn shrouded the Forbidden Forest, and the surroundings were eerie and filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Absolutely not, Your Excellency..." Harry's voice was loud and powerful, giving people confidence, "I am your loyal and reliable friend."

"Reliable? Ha! With all due respect, Mr. Potter, you didn't behave like that tonight."

"I don't understand, sir!"

"not understand?"

"Yes, I don't understand!" Harry was confident, and he didn't take the minister's accusation seriously at all, "I let you get the news first, and you can share the glory of victory without any effort, isn't that enough Prove my loyalty to you?"

"You think so?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Aha, gangster logic! Bare gangster logic!" Scrimgeour paced back and forth, waving his arms and yelling, "Say hello afterwards, that's what you call loyalty! What about sharing glory, Potter, you You can really pretend, you asked me to solve the trouble!"

As he said that, Scrimgeour made a fluorescent ball the size of a basketball, which illuminated the space between the two of them, and there was a dirty corpse on the ground. Harry stared at the corpse with regret, it was Bellatrix Lestrange, the most loyal follower of the Dark Lord, it is a pity that she died.

"Don't pretend to be sad, do you dare to say that you didn't kill this crazy woman? Avenge Sirius Black! It's really good, you're only 16 years old!"

The fluorescent light also illuminated Scrimgeour's face. He was now bristling with anger, his half-long hair surrounded a ferocious face like a lion's mane, and judging by the situation, he might jump over and bite Harry to death at any moment.

"Not really!" Harry sighed, as if he was annoyed by the incident, "She died at the hands of another enemy, Neville Longbottom."

"Longbottom's Squib!" Scrimgeour was taken aback.

"Please don't insult DA, my club doesn't accept squibs."

"Don't put on airs with me, Potter, speak up or clean up the mess yourself." Scrimgeour was clearly impatient.

"Okay, I've said it all." Harry could only compromise, "Actually, I didn't intend to kill anyone, when Malfoy told me—little Malfoy, my classmate, he told me that there would be a few people who would not be killed tonight." When welcoming visitors.

I just wanted to catch them, so I brought my friends to lie in ambush where they might appear.

However, I underestimated the child's vengeance. As soon as Neville saw Lestrange, he rushed forward bravely. He was successful and his revenge was avenged. "

"It's really sweet, but it can't change the fact that he killed someone! He should enter Azkaban."

"It's self-defense! They're trying to attack the school, and if we don't stop it, Hogwarts is going to be a hell on earth tonight. Think about it, Mr. Minister, when people will not only accuse Dumbledore of dereliction of duty , most likely will implicate you."

"So I should thank you!"

"Don't get mad, my lord, we were all better off if they didn't break into the castle, and you don't want to see the school bloodied, you madmen!

They kill without distinction, even if they face the sleeping students, they will not have the slightest sympathy.It's only going to get worse, now that..."

Harry glanced at Bella's body and said with regret, "It's a blessing in misfortune, six of them were captured alive..."

"Six?"

Hearing this number, Scrimgeour's tone finally softened a little. You know, since the Dark Lord's comeback, the Ministry of Magic hasn't caught a real Death Eater yet.

"Then, Mr. Potter, are you going to-"

"Leave it to you, Your Excellency, and you will have full control over it, including the interpretation of the media. No matter what you say, I have no objection." Harry is giving others the credit for this time. Of course, it is not free, "Lai Mrs. Strange is just a bonus."

"A cunning young man, but he knows things." Scrimgeour felt very satisfied with the deal, and he readily agreed, "Then, let's make a deal, I hope you won't regret it."

"Where do you think I'll regret it?" Harry wondered.

"Neville Longbottom!" Scrimgeour said, "Another savior, I thought the relationship between you two would be bad, but I didn't expect you to give in in order to protect him."

Harry seemed to think this was ridiculous, and he asked contemptuously, "You believe it?"

"You know what I really think, Harry! I don't care who the savior is, I only care about his position."

"You're not alone in thinking like that!" Harry sighed.

"Dumbledore is going to replace you! Haha!"

It couldn't be more obvious that Scrimgeour was taking pleasure in the matter, much to Harry's displeasure.

He couldn't help reminding the Minister, "I'm your ally, Your Excellency! If it were Longbottom, I wouldn't have the credit for coming to my door."

"Which is worse, an ambitious ally or an idiot rival, I'll have to think carefully about that, Harry."

"Prudence is a virtue. I congratulate you for owning it, but please don't forget that Snakeface is still watching us from the dark. Do you think Longbottom has the ability to get rid of him?"

"Perhaps it can. There is evidence in front of you. Lestrange is not a softie."

"Speaking of this..." Harry was a little embarrassed, "You'd better cover it up when you release the news to the media. Because... Lestrange was stabbed to death..."

"What?" Scrimgeour was taken aback.He thought it was a death curse.

"Neville... Oh, Merlin bless him, he seems to like stabbing people with his wand, during the Battle of the Hall of Prophecy, he stabbed Dorokhov in the eye, this time it was in the nostril, and it was harder and deeper, so... "

Harry kicked Lestrange's dead body, and she rolled over, swollen goldfish-like eyes staring at the sky, one nostril gaped, surrounded by a pool of red and white goo.

Scrimgeour didn't dislike the corpse, he lowered his head and inspected it carefully, "It's unlucky, the brains were poked out."

Harry added, "If someone had healed her, she would have survived. It's a pity that we were all too busy fighting."

Scrimgeour let out a cold snort. He never believed that Harry would save the murderer of his godfather.

"So you're determined to protect Longbottom, even if he's your rival?" Scrimgeour asked.

"Neville is my friend, Your Excellency, no matter what Dumbledore plans, this fact cannot be changed. Although I am not a good person, I am not so bad as to break my promise."

Scrimgeour finally had a little smile on his face.In fact, no one likes a treacherous person.

If Harry only cared about Neville's life and death, the cooperation between them would come to an end.

But the minister was still a little worried, "Then how will you face the media? Those reporters, they will force you to ask who is the real savior."

"The reputation of the savior of the world..."

Harry became very sad in an instant. He raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the east. "It brings me only suffering and the responsibility I have to bear. If I could choose, I would run away from it like a coward."

Papapapa, Scrimgeour applauded, "That's it, Harry, when you face the media, you should express your position like this. The witches will cry for you, and everyone will remember the dangers you encountered. Compared with you, Long Barton is just an ordinary student. He failed to repel the Dark Lord, let alone beheaded werewolves..."

"So you've decided?"

Harry's question was nonsensical, but Scrimgeour understood, "I am your loyal ally, Harry, and you are the only one recognized by the Ministry of Magic."

"It's a great honor, Your Excellency. Now, you can harvest the spoils."