Also known as, magic is power.

That is, the sculpture with wizards and witches occupying the main positions, with centaurs, house elves, and goblins looking up at them in admiration at their feet, used to whitewash the peace.

Apart from this sculpture, there are no other sculptures. It would be unreasonable for them to openly put the sculpture of Regulus Blake on it now.

"All right."

Scrimgeour said, looking a little regretful. He picked up the hat hanging on the hanger, put it on his head upright, and put on his clothes at the same time.

Wearing a scarf.

"What are you going to do?"

Ms. Bernsch had bad thoughts in her mind. She felt that her subordinate was going to cause trouble for her again.

Of course, she was also afraid that Scrimgeour would really have something against her.

After all, she doesn't have many comrades in the Ministry of Magic left.

There are not many people who can help her.

"Maybe it's a celebration.

After all, I successfully became the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic. This has been my dream for many years, Ms. Burnsch.

Such great news, I’m going out for a drink, do you want to come with me, Minister?”

He said nonchalantly.

Ms. Bernsch turned around and felt that she had thought too much.

It seems that his subordinates have no intention of giving up their choice.

"If that's the case, I can ask for leave for you.

But I can't take too many days off, I still have things to do, Rufus, and I'm afraid I won't be able to go have a drink with you."

"Then I really appreciate you granting me leave, Minister."

Scrimgeour said firmly, his tone a bit stubborn.

Ms. Bernsch smiled helplessly, shook her head, and gave no explanation.

She picked up the wine glass and touched the drink with her upper lip again.

She warned herself not to drink too much, as she would have things to do later.

Scrimgeour closed the door, as if it were no surprise that he should leave Ms. Bernsch alone in his office.

He felt at ease with Ms. Bernsch.

Ms. Bernsch had no intention of leaving here anytime soon. She sat alone in Scrimgeour's office, shaking the wine glass in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

She didn't want to go back to her office. She could totally imagine that her current office should be full of telegrams and owls.

She wanted to have a moment of leisure here.

Even if it's just for a few minutes.

After all, those were a few minutes where no one was making any noise and there were no worries.

…

Hogsmeade.

Pig's Head Bar.

evening.

A place where all three religions and nine schools of thought come to check in.

Today, an uninvited guest came here. After a twist, someone apparated and braved the heavy snow to arrive outside the Pig Head Bar.

"God's Coming"

From the appearance, the Pig's Head Bar does not look like a place where students should come. Firstly, because it is located in a remote place. If you want to come here, you need to find the largest and widest street here. Secondly, you

To know where you should be, start turning, turn into the alley, and see this bar.

at last.

The Pig's Head Bar is called the Pig's Head Bar because there is actually a pig's head at the door. Due to the weather, this pig's head was frozen. It doesn't look very bloody, and you don't have to smell the strong smell of blood inside.

.

The door of the bar opened slightly, and another rich smell came out from inside.

It tastes like mutton.

The pork bar obviously doesn't live up to its name.

Du Wei raised his head and glanced at the two-story tavern, opened the door and walked in!
Chapter completed!