Professor, please pay the debt

Harry felt that his world view was going to be overturned by Vernon. He always thought that Vernon Dursley was an idiot with a splendens in his head, a useless idiot, but today Vernon actually gave him a very good suggestion.

Although it was unheard of in the wizarding world for things like property deeds and inheritance taxes to be brought up by Vernon, he pointed the way for Harry with the shrewdness of adults.

- People who have just inherited an inheritance should seek help from government departments.

It was a perfect reason, and with this reason, Harry could walk into the Ministry of Magic without worrying about arousing Dumbledore's suspicion.

To be honest, Harry had been agonizing over this for a while.

The olive branch offered by Scrimgeour is very precious. If some form of cooperation can be reached with the new Minister of Magic, Harry can successfully get rid of Dumbledore's control.

But at this stage, the immature savior still needs the protection of the kind and kind old principal, which requires a plausible reason. Fortunately, Vernon thought of it, which is really unexpected!

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Harry took a taxi to a relatively remote street in downtown London. There were only a few dilapidated offices, a tavern and a dump truck that was almost overflowing.

There was a dilapidated red telephone booth on the side of the road, standing there alone, with several pieces of glass missing, and behind it was a wall that had been smeared in a mess. This was the visitor-only passage of the Ministry of Magic, and Harry entered The telephone booth, and found that it was as hot as an oven. As a minor wizard, he couldn't even use the cooling spell.

Picking up the receiver, a dull male voice came out, "Hello, welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and reason for your visit."

Harry thought the voice was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it before, "I'm Harry Potter, here to consult about inheritance."

"Are you kidding?" The receptionist obviously didn't believe that the Savior would come. "The Ministry of Magic is very busy at the moment, and we don't have time to appreciate your sense of humor. For fun, please go to Weasley in Diagon Alley." Joke shop."

"Is that okay? Percy, you're using your work to help Fred and George sell products..."

Harry remembered who this person was, Percy Weasley, the third son of the Weasley family, the assistant to the former minister Fudge, Harry was not sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to meet him, Percy was Fudge's best friend, and once Write a letter to Ron, persuading him to draw a line with the savior. In the end, because of the different positions, Percy and his family fell out, moved out of the Burrow, and rented a house outside.

"Harry...is that really you?" Percy was still hesitating.

"Does anyone dare to pretend to be the savior of the world?"

"No, that's not what I mean. You just said that you are here to handle the inheritance. Can I ask what kind of inheritance it is?"

Harry felt that he didn't need to be too polite to him. Percy was Fudge's follower last year. In his letter to Ron, he called himself a liar who was good at lying, and used lies to gain attention.

"I'm here for this matter, but it's not convenient to disclose the specific situation, so let me in now."

After speaking, Harry hung up the phone, not giving Percy a chance to refuse, and he didn't expect Percy to have the guts.

Sure enough, not long after, a badge was spit out from the coin slot of the phone, which read, Mr. Harry Potter, Minister's Office.Harry smiled, it seems that the identity of the savior is very useful.

Then, the ground under his feet began to shake. On the surface, it looked like a one-square-meter birch floor. Harry remembered that this passage was a simple and old elevator.

But what he didn't expect was that the elevator speeded up, and when it started to descend, Harry even felt a sense of weightlessness. In order to maintain his balance, he had to hold on tightly to the rusty metal fence of the elevator.

A few seconds later—perhaps a few minutes—the elevator squeaked loudly and stopped, and Harry felt his blood rush to his knees, and the skin on his calf seemed to be bursting.

The hall of the Ministry of Magic is still resplendent and magnificent, and there are countless wizards coming and going. They are in a hurry, and no one realizes that the famous savior is standing among them.

It looks like nothing has changed here, except that two things are missing, one is the full-length portrait of Minister Fudge, and the other is the Magic Fountain, both of which were destroyed in the battle of the Hall of Prophecy two months ago.

Where Fudge's portrait used to hang was now occupied by a portrait of Scrimgeour, both identical in size and style, and Harry suspected that they were painted by the same artist.

The pool of the magic fountain is still there, but it is empty inside, and a few sections of the marble fence are missing, which were blown away by the magic spell.

Staring at the blown holes, Harry recalled that thrilling duel, the head-to-head confrontation between two of the most powerful men in the wizarding world.

That scene was really spectacular, the famous savior could only hide in a corner, it would not work like this, he had to become stronger.

"Harry, I... I'll pick you up and take you to the minister's office." Percy Weasley stood beside Harry awkwardly.

"No, Weasley, you can't just let him in like this, he should go through the security check first." A bearded wizard on Percy's right yelled very rudely.

Harry was a little impatient, he didn't know what the hell Percy was up to.

Percy said to the unshaven wizard angrily, "You don't understand, Ackerson, he's..."

"It's because you didn't understand. You are no longer an assistant to the minister. Stop dictating me."

Percy's face flushed instantly, and he clenched his fists as if he wanted to pounce on the man.

Harry was slightly interested in Percy's job change, from assistant to the minister to receptionist, and it seemed that Fudge's resignation had a great impact on his future.

But Harry didn't want anyone to disturb today's arrangement, so he stepped forward and stood between Percy and that Exxon, "Hello, Mr. Exxon, I'm Harry Potter, what would you like to say to me?" What kind of security check do I do?"

Exxon was obviously intimidated by the name. He looked at the badge on Harry's chest, then at the scar on his forehead, opened his mouth but was unable to speak.

"No matter what kind of inspection you have to do, I hope you can finish it quickly. You know, I still have a lot of important things to do."

Harry didn't want to look like a bully, but he didn't want to stand stupidly in the hall, looking at the yellow teeth of a scruffy wizard.

Exxon twitched and finally recovered his voice, "It's just, it's just a very simple check, Mr. Potter, please follow me."

"There's no need to check, Exxon..." A loud voice sounded behind Harry, "I allow the savior to enjoy the privilege!"

Harry guessed that the wizard behind him uttering wild words was the newly appointed Minister for Magic, Scrimgeour—with your permission?What a big tone, do you think you can override the head of the savior?

Harry adjusted his facial expression and turned around gracefully and slowly.And then... Immediately blinded by the flashing light—Scringele was quite efficient in handling affairs, where did he recruit so many reporters in such a short period of time!

"Welcome, Mr. Potter!" Under the stimulation of a bright light, Harry's eyes could not see clearly, only saw a tall black figure walking towards him, and then his hand was held, "On behalf of myself, and all colleagues in the Ministry of Magic, I welcome Mr. Harry Potter. I hope you are satisfied with everything in the Ministry of Magic."

Harry suddenly had an evil thought, if I asked who you are at this moment, what would Scrimgeour look like?But Harry didn't come here to play a prank, he had business to do, so he only said high-sounding words.

"It's my honor. When I came here, I saw that everyone is working hard, not afraid of the threat of dark forces, sticking to the beliefs in my heart, and persisting in the pursuit of light. I am very relieved. The future is full of hope!"

Some people were already applauding uncontrollably, and it seemed that such words were no longer weak when they came out of the mouth of the savior.

The reporters swarmed forward, throwing countless questions at the young savior, Harry kept silent, and only kept shaking hands with Scrimgeour, allowing the reporters enough time to take pictures.

Then he whispered to the minister that he felt something was wrong with his eye and would like to go to St. Mungo's to have it checked.

The minister waved his hand, and several strong wizards appeared behind him to stop the reporters and forbid them to take pictures with the flash.

Afterwards, the minister suggested to Harry to take a break in his office, assuring him that his eyes would be all right.Harry felt that the hospitality was difficult, but he reluctantly agreed, and left the hall under the leadership of the minister.

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