Chapter 294: Who Do You Think You Are If You Step On Scrimgeour?

Chapter 294: Who Do You Think You Are If You Step On Scrimgeour?

Early the next morning, Harry hurriedly told Wayne about his dream.

"Are you hatching eggs, or are you watching a toad hatch eggs?"

Wayne confirmed again.

"It wasn't me, it was a toad in the dream, and it was hatching eggs.

"This shows that your dream has a beginning and an end."

Wayne patted his shoulder and said, "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I mentioned a toad yesterday. After all, it's normal to think about things every day and dream about things at night."

"But..." Harry still felt something was wrong.

The dream was so real, it was like another part of his life.

Generally, dreams will be completely forgotten three to five hours after waking up, or the details may not be remembered, but he still remembers the dreams he had a few days ago clearly.

He had had this wonderful feeling once before, and that time he actually dreamed that he was in school.

"If that doesn't work, you can listen to Professor Trelawney's advice. Dream interpretation is also a part of divination."

Wayne gave another suggestion. Harry thought about it and thought it made sense, so he decided to ask after class tomorrow.

Professor Trelawney is now very popular. At the beginning of this semester, she accurately predicted that Norman and Toby would lose money.

Looking at it now, it was not only the two of them who lost money, but also few students in the entire school could escape this disaster.

Recently, after every divination class, many students will beg Trelawney to calculate their luck in drawing cards today.

Coupled with Trelawney's talk, people who are accurate will hype it up, and people who are not accurate will make excuses for her. Many young wizards have now deified her.

On Monday, while Harry and Wayne were having Divination class, Fudge also brought Scrimgeour to school.

Instead of going directly to Wayne, they went to Dumbledore first.

In the "360" room of the principal's office, Old Deng was also very surprised when he saw the two senior officials from the Ministry of Magic who suddenly arrived:

"Connelly, Rufus, what would make you two go out together? Could it be that Sirius Black has been caught?"

"Well, it has nothing to do with that damn fugitive." Fudge frowned, hearing Blake's name no longer reacted as before.

Nowadays, except for a special section in newspapers dedicated to Blake, few people discuss this issue.

If Black hadn't broken into Hogwarts not long ago, many people would have thought that he had gone to another country.

"It's like this..." Fudge told the whole story, hoping that with the help of Dumbledore's relationship, he could persuade Vikang to agree to his request.

After listening, Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, looking slightly surprised.

He also saw the news, but he didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of children's play house thing was not worth his energy.

Dumbledore just didn't expect that there was something about Wayne in it.

"Connelly, I am only Mr. Lawrence's principal, and I have no right to make decisions for him."

Facing Fudge's request, Dumbledore calmly refused: "All I can do is provide you with a place to talk. I will ask Mr. Lawrence to come over after class."

Lao Deng glanced at Scrimgeour, who had remained silent since entering.

Based on his understanding of Wayne... there is a high probability that what happened this time was directed at Scrimgeour. If he pretends to be a good guy now, Wayne will hold a grudge against him when the time comes. Do you want it anymore?

To offend Wayne for Fudge and Scrimgeour...he'd be crazy to do that.

When he refused, Fudge's expression of disappointment was palpable, and he felt a little aggrieved. He looked generously at Scrimgeour, who had caused all this trouble.

"Okay, I'll wait here for Mr. Lawrence."

With that said, Fudge sat opposite Dumbledore, and the two casually chatted about some light topics, waiting for Wayne to finish class.

On the other side, after the Divination class was over, Harry waited until the other students had left before looking for Trelawney. Wayne also stayed behind, wanting to hear how she deceived her.

"My third eye is not for you to calculate your luck in drawing cards." Before Harry could speak, Trelawney frowned and said that she had been almost annoyed to death by these little wizards recently.

Harry quickly explained: "Professor, I want you to help interpret the dream, not to calculate the fortune of drawing cards.

"Dream interpretation?" Trelawney became interested, "Tell me about it."

Harry recounted several of his dreams. After listening, Trelawney closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then suddenly opened them and looked at him in horror.

Harry felt panicked when he saw it: "Professor, what does this mean?"

Trelawney sighed and said in a very gentle tone: "It's nothing, kid, you are just too tired recently.

"Right." She suddenly thought of something and her voice became more delicate. "Whatever you want to eat recently, just eat more. It will be better for yourself."

Harry: "???"

Wayne almost laughed out loud, and Trelawney looked at him again: "Kid, is there anything you want to settle?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Professor, I feel everything is fine."

Trelawney said enigmatically: "Everything is just an appearance. Be careful. You will suffer a bloody disaster recently."

Wayne didn't refute, but thanked her loudly, which made her even more satisfied.

Until Wayne and Harry went to the Transfiguration classroom, Harry was still thinking about Trelawney's words.

"What does she mean by eating something good...Am I going to die soon?"

"Maybe it's just a literal meaning?" Wayne comforted: "Maybe she thinks you are too thin and wants you to make up for it.

"impossible."

Harry shook his head like a rattle: "Professor must have his own deep meaning, I didn't understand it."

It scares people to death, and Harry is just scaring himself now, with all kinds of scary things coming to his mind.

Wayne sighed helplessly and walked a few steps quickly: "If you linger any longer, your time will really be running out, and the Transfiguration class will start soon."

Harry's expression changed.

Compared to Trelawney's words, Professor McGonagall is not more terrifying.

The two hurriedly hurriedly and slowly entered the classroom when the bell rang.

Professor McGonagall had already arrived. Harry quickly ran to the seat that Ronald had left for him. Wayne also wanted to find Hermione, but Professor McGonagall stopped him.

"Mr. Lawrence, you don't need to attend this class. Dumbledore is waiting for you in his office."

Wayne was a little strange, but he still nodded, gave Hermione a comforting look, and turned around to leave the classroom.

Arriving on the eighth floor, the gargoyle jumped out of the hole without much greeting this time, allowing him to enter the office.

Fudge, who was chatting in the room, heard the movement at the door and turned around, as did Clinger.

When he saw the young man appearing, his eyes suddenly widened:

"It's you?!"

Fudge asked in surprise: "Have you met Mr. Lawrence?"

Scrimgeour said nothing, but memories of the security meeting a few days ago appeared in his mind.

In a meeting full of adults, the appearance of a handsome young man like Wayne naturally attracts attention.

Especially since the two of them were still sitting opposite each other. Every time he saw the British Auror defeated, the young man showed a cheerful smile, which was still fresh in Scrimgeour's memory.

"Minister Fudge, long time no see." When Wayne saw these two people, he knew why Dumbledore had called him. He ignored Scrimgeour and said hello to Fudge with a smile.

"Mr. Lawrence, please sit down."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and another single sofa appeared in the living area.

"Thank you, Professor." Wayne nodded to Dumbledore and sat down.

"It seems that the one who is looking for me today is Minister Fudge?"

"That's right, I'm just providing a place for conversation [just ignore me."

Dumbledore quickly stated his position and winked at Wayne, looking like he was watching the show.

Fudge didn't realize the seriousness of the problem yet. He smiled gratefully at Dumbledore and said, "It turns out that Mr. Lawrence also knew Rufus. He pretended not to know anything before he came here."

"Wait a minute." Wayne interrupted: "I don't know this powerful Auror Office Director [Song had admired his face-changing stunt in Paris.

Scrimgeour's face darkened, Wayne pointed at him and said, "Look, he performed it again."

The smile on Fudge's face also disappeared. He saw the two people's lack of dealing with each other and asked in a low voice: "Rufus, what's going on."

"He showed up at the meeting in Paris." Scrimgeour said solemnly. After Wayne came in, he instantly understood many issues and sneered.

"This Mr. Lawrence came here specifically to see my jokes."

Wayne said in surprise, "Did you find out?"

"I made this trip just for you, but it was well worth it. I even took several photos of you when you couldn't lift your head.

Dumbledore reached out quietly, and a stick of honey lemon ice cream appeared on the plate on the table.

hiss………

So comfortable

"Just because I stopped the previous cooperation?" Scrimgeour's chest was heaving with anger: "Boy, you have enough energy. Let me tell you why there is such an extra link in this year's security conference."

"You must have put in a lot of effort, right?"

"It's okay." Wayne said in a brisk tone: "I think it is necessary for you to realize that there are still many knowledgeable people in the world. If you reject me, it is the British Ministry of Magic's loss, not mine."

"Mr. Lawrence, this is all a misunderstanding."

Fudge also understood and quickly smoothed things over: "Rufus is not targeting you. He also wants to save some money for the Ministry of Magic. It is all for work. There is no +...

"Really?" Wayne sneered: "Then why did I hear Mrs. Greengrass say that Mr. Scrimgeour wanted to bully the store and was planning to buy it at a low price when my store couldn't survive?"

Fudge looked embarrassed. He had forgotten that Wayne's mother-in-law was also one of the insiders.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

"Let bygones be bygones, Mr. Lawrence, when we come here this time, we sincerely want to purchase a batch of equipment. How about the price you gave us before?"

"Sorry, the price has increased due to technology upgrade."

Wayne played with his fingers: "A set of eight hundred galleons, no bargaining."

The price discussed with the Ministry of Magic before had reached five hundred galleons per set, but he still relented and only increased it by three hundred galleons, not doubling it.

"Minister, he is blackmailing."

Scrimgeour said angrily: "If there are hundreds of Aurors and strikers, the Ministry of Magic will not have so much funds!"

"Mr. Lawrence, is this price too high?" Fudge was no longer calm.

"Have you seen the effect?"

Wayne tapped his fingers rhythmically on the coffee table, "A set of equipment that can increase the combat power and safety of an Auror several times. Is a set of eight hundred galleons really expensive?"

Fudge was a little moved, but still hesitant.

Although he didn't feel bad about spending the Ministry of Magic's money, it still had to be so much.

From the beginning

It is not an easy task to squeeze out nearly one hundred thousand galleons at once from a huge expenditure.

Wayne was not in a hurry, snapped his fingers, called for a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, waiting for Fudge to make his choice.

"Deal, I want one hundred sets."

In the end, Fudge agreed to Wayne's conditions, and he decided to deduct all Auror bonuses for the next year to make up for the hole.

"When can we get the goods?" Fudge asked.

"Before Christmas." Wayne said lightly.

"too slow!"

Scrimgeour said sullenly, "The Aurors can't wait that long, three months."

Wayne ignored him and smiled at Fudge, "For the sake of the minister, let's move it forward to before the start of next semester.

"This is already the fastest speed. After all, there are orders from Germany, France, Lithuania, Bolang... a bunch of countries ahead of us."

Fudge suddenly puffed up his chest and was very impressed by these words.

But Scrimgeour was still dissatisfied and stood up, trying to show his sense of oppression.

"Wayne Lawrence, the equipment you make falls into the category of strategic materials. In order to prevent it from falling into the hands of dark wizards, I think your shop should be supervised by the Ministry of Magic."

The flow of each piece of magic equipment should be registered. "

"Minister, what do you think?"

Dumbledore's originally relaxed expression changed and he straightened up.

After hearing this, Fudge had a hesitant look on his face.

Wayne raised the corners of his mouth with a faint smile and stood up.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I don't quite understand what you just said...Are you using your power to oppress others?"

"Of course not." Scrimgeour said sternly: "This is for the safety of Aurors and the public..."

He pointedly pointed out: "If one day, our relations with other countries become tense, your behavior is tantamount to capitalizing on the enemy and treason...

"Scrimgeour!" Dumbledore said solemnly: "You are exaggerating."

"Dumbledore, don't forget what you just said."

Scrimgeour didn't even look at him, but still stared at Wayne: "This is the responsibility of the Auror Office, and even you have no right to interfere."

Wayne smiled even more happily, and even laughed out loud, laughing forward and back.

The portraits of the principals on the walls secretly opened their eyes.

"Allowing the enemy, treason... quite good at labeling him.

"No, Rufus didn't mean that, he..."

Before Fudge finished speaking, Wayne moved.

Snapped!

Under everyone's shocked eyes, he slapped Scrimgeour on the face, then raised his leg and kicked him hard.

The head of the Auror Office exploded out like a cannonball, knocking down a bookshelf and causing the pile of books to fall down.

Wayne strode over and stepped on Scrimgeour's face, causing him to spit out several teeth in embarrassment.

"I came here today just to see what kind of monster you can be, but I didn't expect you to open my eyes again."

"What the hell, you are qualified to say that this young master is treasonous.

"You! Count! What! What! Thing! West!"

While speaking, Wayne's feet were still kicking, and thick blood remained on Scrimgeour's face.

The young man looked at the blood and teeth with disgust, and suddenly smiled again.

"Professor Trelawney's calculation is quite accurate. There is indeed a bloody disaster."

There was silence. .