Professor, please pay the debt

"Give me the Cruciatus Curse, dear Igor!"

"No!" Karkaroff was terrified, he screamed and threw himself at Harry's feet, "I am loyal to you! The most loyal servant, the most loyal servant in the millennium, there is no one, I swear I will never betray you, never hurt you..."

Harry rubbed his forehead: What a headache!Domineering aura or something, too much is not good!

After some patient and meticulous explanations, Karkaroff, who was terrified into a bird, finally believed that this was not a test of loyalty.

Trembling, he cast spells on Harry, and repeatedly stated that he was forced, for fear that Harry would hate him for it.

Harry had no choice but to do this. A patient should look sick. He couldn't welcome the visiting Minister of Magic and Dumbledore with a red face.

After Karkaroff left, Harry struggled to put on the hospital gown and climbed back to the bed step by step. Such a simple movement was very difficult for him now—in order to achieve a realistic effect, He ordered Karkaroff to cast half a dozen Cruciatus Curse...

What a choke!There seemed to be a thousand hammers hammering around him, and every blow was through the skin and directly on the bone.

Harry felt it for once, the word pain to the marrow.He gritted his teeth and secretly mobilized his magic power to calm the pain in his body. When he could relax his body and breathe normally, he found that the hospital gown was soaked with sweat, and even the sheets were wet.

After the sweat cools off, it feels cool and sticks to the skin, which is very uncomfortable.Just as he was about to summon the elf, he saw the door of the ward was opened...

Rufus Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, enters the ward.

"Nice to meet you, Harry Potter!"

Scrimgeour spoke very slowly, trying to speak every word clearly and clearly. While speaking, he stared at him unblinkingly with a pair of cold gray eyes. Whether he was happy or sad, it was hard to judge. Whether he is happy or not.Harry did have a little faith in their friendship, though.

Because there are four factions in the British magic world, if ranked by strength, the Ministry of Magic ranks first, Dumbledore and Voldemort rank second and third, and after killing the werewolf, they barely squeezed into this club, ranking last.

In view of his good cooperative attitude in the past, the Minister of Magic should hope that he would wake up and cooperate with him to deal with the black and white demon kings.

However, Mr. Minister will probably be dissatisfied with the fact that he killed the werewolf. If there is no such thing, then the savior is not a force at all, but just a pawn in the hands of a certain force.

No one wanted to see pieces out of control, so neither Scrimgeour nor Dumbledore genuinely appreciated Harry's actions.

Harry will not be arrogant enough to be the enemy of everyone. Just like in August, he chose the Minister of Magic as his ally.

"I'm glad too. Thank you for visiting me, Mr. Minister."

Harry's voice was small and weak, which softened the minister's expression, and he offered to shake Harry's hand.

When he retracted his hand, he found that the palm of his hand was wet, and he frowned, "You sweat a lot... Are you still not feeling well? If you feel bad, I can send you to a magic hospital in Germany, maybe There are better therapists out there, given how incompetent we are."

"Thank you, but I don't think it's necessary to bother. After all, the worst time has passed... Oh, yes, I heard that during the period when I was in a coma, everyone was guessing about the whereabouts of Langtou..."

Scrimgeour's expression immediately became serious. He was originally fierce, but when he got emotional, he became vicious, "Although you just woke up, I shouldn't bother you with such a question, but rumors have been rampant these days. Since then, the Ministry of Magic is under unimaginable pressure, so I suggest that you tell me everything you know, and let the government department handle it."

"I thought so too. So, look..." Harry pointed to a ragged blanket lying on the floor, "There it is, Fenrir's head."

Scrimgeour gasped, glanced fiercely at the blanket and then back to Harry, and asked:

"why?"

Although he was vague, Harry understood what he wanted to ask, "Because I want to cooperate with you, or I am willing to cooperate with government departments. This is my consistent position. When we first met in August this year, I already Expressed."

"Cooperation?"

Scrimgeour showed disdain, "I think young people tend to overestimate their own value, but in fact they are not worth that much..."

"Dear Minister, I don't mean to offend you, but I still want to remind you that what we are talking about now is not the value of young people, but the value of a wolf's head. To put it bluntly, I am willing to give you this wolf's head as a gift. basis of our cooperation."

"The entire wizarding world knows that the savior killed Fenrir, and everyone is praising you. Even if I get this wolf's head, what good will it bring me?" Scrimgeour asked.

Harry said cynically: "Actually, I don't know, after all, you are the minister... Oh, don't be angry!"

Scrimgeour was indeed a little angry, "Mr. Potter, I am not as patient as Dumbledore. The reason I am sitting here talking to you is because you have always acted as calm and self-confident as an adult. If you want to say Some childish nonsense, I suggest you find another partner."

"Well, I'll take your advice and leave the nonsense to the more patient old Headmaster... I guess he's coming soon, and he's still pretty good-legged despite his age."

After Harry finished speaking, he straightened up his pillow and leaned against the head of the bed, looking towards the direction of the door, as if he was really waiting for someone. Scrimgeour's eyes widened with anger, and he clenched his fists as if he wanted to hit him. Take a break.

However, he is always a politician who cares about the gains and losses rather than a rough man who wants to be quick for a while.

So after he sat dryly for a while, he still found himself a step down, "Dumbledore has great powers, of course, he is the greatest white wizard of this century, but I think he has nothing but a flawless reputation With nothing, what can you expect from him?"

In fact, Harry does not agree with this statement. He thinks that the most valuable treasure of the old lunatic is his theory of love and his ability to demagogue people with the background of light and justice. Look at the members of the Order of the Phoenix, which one is not donated? Donate your life to serve the old lunatic.

But Harry has to hurry up and convince Scrimgeour before Dumbledore arrives, "No one can get anything from Dumbledore except love!" Harry said, "I just feel it... oh, Don't laugh, let's talk about the wolf's head, please imagine if Dumbledore got the wolf's head, what would happen?

Now people are used to calling me the savior, but in the first few years when I was in school, people called me: Dumbledore's golden boy, listen, people regard me as Dumbledore's property.

So what will happen to the werewolf, Dumbledore's golden boy killed the werewolf, and Dumbledore kept the wolf's head, so..."

"Dumbledore saved Hogsmeade, saved the wizarding world, and the Ministry of Magic's inaction is irrelevant. Is that what you mean, Mr. Potter!"

Scrimgeour's tone was not kind, because he knew that these might become the mainstream consciousness of the wizarding world in the future.

Harry thought it was almost time, so he relaxed his body and leaned against the head of the bed. After talking so much, he was actually quite tired, but he had to say it.In fact, being the savior is a hard job, and you can't quit.

Scrimgeour had no choice but to cooperate on the terms Harry proposed. In this case, if he didn't sit down and raise the price, he wouldn't be Harry the Dark Lord Potter.

So Harry wanted Lucius Malfoy in addition to the vault of the Lestrange family. This request surprised Scrimgeour, and the two discussed it for a long time. When they finally reached an agreement , the door of the ward was opened again, and Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape stood there.

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Sorry, it's late, I just coded it out