The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

It was six thirty in the afternoon when Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour arrived at Hogsmeade.

It took the director of the Legal Enforcement Department about ten minutes to find the place he had agreed with Mr. Jon Hart, a destination called "Pig's Head Bar".

If it weren't for his good eyesight, Mr. Scrimgeour would hardly have recognized this as a bar—this extremely remote location, the dilapidated wooden signboard, and the bloodstained pig's head painted on the signboard...it doesn't look like it at all. What kind of serious place, he did not expect that the person and taste of the appointment this time would be so bad.

There was only one small, dark, and very dirty room in the bar, which smelled strongly of sheep... Fortunately, Scrimgeour was not the kind of "spoiled" Ministry of Magic cadre.

There were not many customers, and many of them covered their faces tightly and looked furtive; if it was normal working hours, Scrimgeour would definitely have taken the initiative to go over and question them.

"Hello." He glanced at the male waiter who smelled of sheep all over his body, suppressed his inner anger, and asked, "Excuse me, is Principal Hart here?"

"Upstairs." The male waiter said straightforwardly without looking up.

A scruffy fellow with a strange temper, Scrimgeour made a judgment directly from the bottom of his heart.

But he is a decent person, and he will not have the same knowledge as this kind of lower class people...

Coming upstairs, the situation here seems to be even worse. There was thick dirt everywhere, as if it hadn't been cleaned for centuries; what kind of people would live in such a ghostly place, Scrimgeour was a little puzzled.

"Director!" Just as Scrimgeour was looking at the surrounding environment, an enthusiastic voice sounded from behind him.

"Principal Hart!" Scrimgeour quickly turned his face into his usual stern expression: "Nice to meet you."

...

This is not the first time the two have met. As early as nearly a year ago, they had met once on the Isle of Man... Although at that time, the boy had not given Rufus Scrimgeour What an impression, just an ordinary young wizard.

Of course it was different now. As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Scrimgeour could no longer treat him lightly.

After some courtesy, the two sat down face to face in a room in the Pig's Head Bar.

"I wonder if there is something important, Headmaster Hart?" Scrimgeour tried to make his tone as severe as possible: "I'm really sorry, I've been quite busy with work recently."

Seeing the other party's pretending posture, Jon couldn't help laughing secretly.

"Of course it's nothing." Jon said with a smile: "It's just that I'm free today, so I'm just looking for you to chat with the director... If you have something important, you might as well go there first, we can make an appointment another day I'm so sorry to bother you!"

"No, no, no." Scrimgeour's expression became a little embarrassed: "It's not necessary."

The director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic had been working in the Auror office and dealing with dark wizards before taking office, so he was obviously not so handy with the world.

Just when he was in embarrassment, the male waiter who smelled like sheep all over his body suddenly came upstairs with twice the amount of butter beer.

Jon brought one of the cups to Scrimgeour, and explained: "I'm sorry, Director, I'm not old enough to drink, we can only use this to satisfy our hunger."

According to the regulations of the British Ministry of Magic, underage wizards are not allowed to drink alcoholic beverages, and Jon is not stupid enough to trample on the rules in front of the Director of Law Enforcement; and as we all know, butter beer does not contain any alcoholic ingredients .

Scrimgeour didn't express any opinion on this, only glanced at the glass of butterbeer with some disgust. Perhaps in his opinion, the things in this dirty bar are simply inedible.

"To be honest, I have something to ask you, Mr. Hart!" Scrimgeour said hurriedly, looking at Jon who was sipping butterbeer calmly over there.

"Oh?" Jon made a curious look: "Then tell me?"

"It's about Ms. Diana Greengrass." Rufus Scrimgeour said unhurriedly, and his voice gradually became smoother:

"If I remember correctly, it was you, Mr. Hart, who bailed her out during a trial of a Death Eater suspect, right?"

Jon frowned slightly, he didn't expect Scrimgeour to bring it up; after a moment of silence, he nodded: "There is such a thing."

"To be honest, I also sympathize with Diana." Scrimgeour sighed deliberately, and then continued: "I also believe that her behavior of taking refuge in the Dark Lord back then was justifiable...but the It's unforgiving, there is no way."

"Yes, I agree with you, Director." Jon said lightly.

"So, I received a piece of news a few days ago that Diana's bail period is about to end..." Scrimgeour continued regretfully, "Poor woman, it won't be long before she has to Back to Azkaban."

...

Jon did not expect that Rufus Scrimgeour took the initiative to negotiate this time.

Of course, he would not believe the other party's nonsense such as regret and sympathy; he was the most steadfast judge in the trial of Mrs. Diana Greengrass.

However, the other party suddenly took the initiative to bring up this matter, could it be that he wanted something from himself.

Let's talk about it first--

Jon continued to chat with Scrimgeour about the original trial and bail, and then they chatted again without leaving a trace.

The two of them started chatting about various messy topics as if they had been friends for years... From the latest playlist of the Weird Sisters Band, to the wizarding civil war that broke out in the Congo half a year ago, to the mysterious death of a certain Muggle princess some time ago... …

Jon seemed to be enjoying it, and Scrimgeour began to grow impatient.

"Principal Hart." Just when Jon enthusiastically introduced to Scrimgeour that Muggles have a thing called a mobile phone, which is much better than an owl for sending messages; Scrimgeour interrupted him roughly: "One more thing, I almost forgot..."

"Oh?" Jon made another surprised expression.

"About the recent interviews with some members of the Order of the Phoenix!" Scrimgeour said with a sigh, "Recently, this has made the Ministry very difficult."