Professor, please pay the debt

Scrimgeour's office is on the seventh floor, and there is a special elevator from the lobby. Harry stood in the room and looked around, and immediately found that it was a clean and tidy office. And objects have their reasons for existence. The large white desk is made of a whole piece of crystal. There is nothing on the desk, no quills, no documents, and no sweets that often appear on a certain desk. The two sides of the desk They were high-backed chairs of blue velvet.

Scrimgeour opened the chair for Harry himself, "Please sit down, Mr. Potter, I am very glad that you can respond to my statement, you may not understand the significance of your actions today, let me tell you , You boosted the morale of the people, and you let people see the hope of victory.

Of course, this is not enough.Next, I will arrange a series of itineraries for you, so that you have the opportunity to contact the people and become their heroes.Of course, the Ministry of Magic will be responsible for your safety. "

"This..." Harry hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, since you called me by my name correctly, I can deduce from this that you must know me?"

"Is there any problem with that, Mr. Potter."

"No, of course not, I'm used to it, and given the famous scar on my forehead I'm always recognized by strangers, I'm no longer surprised by it.

However, since you want to talk to me and arrange my itinerary on your own, can you spare a little time and give me a chance to get to know you. "

There were signs of anger on Scrimgeour's stern face, but he remained patient, "You mean, you didn't come to see me, or even know me?"

"I'm already sitting in your office, so..." Harry offered to stretch out his hand to Scrimgeour, "I'm Harry Potter, am I lucky enough to know you?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter, I think it was my negligence. I took it for granted that you should know me..." Scrimgeour walked around the desk and stood beside Harry to shake his hand. Excuse me, I'm Rufus Scrimgeour."

"Ah... the new minister!"

Harry called out Scrimgeour's position in a surprised tone, which made the Minister's anger dissipate a little, but his expression was still icy and hard.

"I have to say that you surprised me, Mr. Potter, you have nothing to do with the rumors. Although I know that rumors should not be trusted, I never thought that you would be such a calm and elegant gentleman. "

Calm and elegant?

Harry felt that his performance today was not in place, what he wanted to show today was calmness and reason.

Because Scrimgeour is a man of action, he has no time to coax an impulsive fool, only a rational person can win his respect.

"You are overrated. I never thought I could be a gentleman. As for those unbearable rumors, I don't think they are groundless. I did do a few very reckless things, but I don't think I will do it in the future. "

"Young people have the right to make mistakes..." Scrimgeour said, patting Harry on the shoulder, "Come on, let's go to the sofa, I have a very good black coffee, suitable for drinking on a weekday morning, I guess you Will definitely like it."

They sat on a dragon leather sofa, Scrimgeour sat in a single seat, and Harry was arranged by him in a double seat. The distance between the two of them was not far or close, which was good for conversation, and the coffee tasted good, too. Small leaf coffee from Chile is harder than other varieties of coffee beans and takes longer to grind. It tastes rich and mellow, and it is also more bitter than other coffees.

Harry picked up the snow-white coffee cup and tasted it, then nodded at Scrimgeour, "This is a very pure taste."

"Yes, this is the taste I like, but many people can't accept it. So, tell me now, why did you come to the Ministry of Magic alone..." Scrimgeour decided to listen to Potter first. Intent to avoid making a fool of myself again.

"I've come to ask for help, and for some unfortunate reasons, I've been given an inheritance from my godfather, Sirius Black."

"I'm sorry to hear about it. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Actually, I don't know anything about the laws of the wizarding world. I don't know what I have inherited, let alone how to inherit it. I guess there may be a department in the Ministry of Magic that can take care of this, so I'm here. I hope to hear Come together for helpful advice or guidance."

"You guessed it, Harry, there is such a department in the Ministry, I suppose I could call you that."

"I suppose so, and you've already done so."

In two sentences, the two people who were talking conducted a brief fire detection, and then came to the same conclusion: the other party is not easy to mess with.So there was a temporary ceasefire and the conversation was brought back on track.

"There is a Department of Magic and Civil Affairs in the Ministry, which is specialized in handling matters in this area. If it is inherited by blood, there is no need to come to the Ministry to go through the formalities. If it is inherited by will, it must go through the Ministry of Magic.

But I'm curious, how did Xu Jing know that you might inherit the inheritance? As far as I know, the Department of Civil Affairs has not received such cases recently. "

"Headmaster Dumbledore informed me."

"Oh... so it's the venerable old headmaster! He's always been kind and helpful. Did he show you Mr. Black's will?"

"No, he just brought a message."

"That's it..." Scrimgeour pondered for a moment, "Then please allow me to stay with you for a while, because I heard some strange things from your description, which may be caused by the mistakes of our employees. I have to check it myself. Check it out."

"Am I giving you trouble?"

"On the contrary, I believe that correcting mistakes is the only correct way. Letting it go will only make things worse. Please sit down for a while and have another cup of coffee. There is still plenty in the pot. I will go back."

Scrimgeour is a vigorous and decisive person, and he will do it when he thinks about it.So, Harry was left alone in the minister's office, things went beyond his expectations, and the will was just an excuse for him to get close to Scrimgeour.

But looking at Scrimgeour's performance, it seemed that there was an opportunity brewing, and it was related to Dumbledore.

Harry was sure that the Minister's feud with the Headmaster, if there was any chance, was to be used against Dumbledore.As the instigator of this incident, Harry must be suspected by the old headmaster.

Merlin's wig!This is really smart!

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It didn't take long for Scrimgeour to return to the office. His relaxed look made Harry guess that the old headmaster was in trouble, and then deduced that he would live under the old headmaster's strict supervision from now on.

"I am very sorry..." Scrimgeour said regret, but the expression on his face was clearly cheerful, "Mr. Black's will has a little problem in execution, of course it is the responsibility of our ministry employees, According to the law, we should deliver the official copy of the will to you or your guardian within one month, but it has been 3 months since the tragedy, and the will is still kept in our archives."

Harry was actually a little interested in this, you know, neither Harry Potter nor the Dark Lord had any contact with legal matters.

The Dark Lord is an orphan, there is not even a single Knut's property waiting for him to inherit, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry only teaches magic and does not offer any legal courses.So Harry was more than happy to let the Minister answer his questions.

"That is to say, you really have this will, my godfather Sirius Black's will?"

"Yes, we have, as long as someone wants to arrange his affairs after his death through a will, he must send the will to the Ministry for filing.

Otherwise the will will not work, and we have not only Black's will, but all wizards' wills.They will be safely deposited with the Ministry, and they will be executed on the Ministry's credit. "

Harry had always thought that Black's status as a fugitive would be an obstacle, but from the minister's tone, it seemed that fugitives were nothing special in the matter of wills.

"May I see the will?"

"Of course, but before that, don't you wonder how Principal Dumbledore knew the contents of the will?"

Come, come, such a picture appeared in Harry's mind:

Scrimgeour was about to cut a wound on Dumbledore's body with a knife, and the name of that knife was Harry Pretending to Be Clever Potter.

Smart is mistaken by smart!

——This is a slang term from China, so sophisticated!