Chapter 527 "The Countercurrent of the Giant"

Saturday, Ministry of Magic, Auror Command Room.

"Brennan Cavendish has been captured and sent to Azkaban." A clerk transferred from another office to help quickly reported to Scrimgeour.

"Hmm." Scrimgeour just nodded slightly with a sullen face.

"I received your owl letter, let me come over to talk, but you seem to be very busy here, I think I can also help." Anton looked curiously at the map on the wall, marked with Countless dense red dots.

Scrimgeour waved his hand and told the clerk to leave the office. He waited for the door to close before looking at Anton, "Prison escapes have always only happened in other countries' Ministry of Magic. Since the establishment of our British Ministry of Magic, we have never No prisoner ever escaped from Azkaban, and catching fugitives seems inexperienced."

"I don't want you to get involved in this matter. I have seriously considered your point of view on imparting knowledge in Azkaban. It is a very good plan." Scrimgeour had a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it. Just looked at Anton seriously.

"Since this is the case, I don't want you to appear in the arrest operation. This will hurt the feelings of those who shouted 'King Weasley', which is not conducive to the follow-up work."

"The mysterious man is resurrected, Grindelwald is missing, and the Death Eaters and saints are about to move."

"Now the world is full of debates about 'Muggle Squibs'. Many forces have begun to collect potion materials needed for potions, and countless masters have begun to focus on this field."

"I think that after these prisoners are rehabilitated, they can provide more help to the Auror Office to deal with the expected bad situation in the future."

Anton's face became strange, "Prisoner, became Auror's subordinate?"

Is this really a bad person?

"I'm not discussing the feasibility of this matter with you." Scrimgeour nodded his finger on the tabletop, making a thumping sound, "I have discussed this matter with Minister Fudge in detail, and he agrees with this point of view. .”

"in particular……"

Speaking of this, Scrimgeour showed a trace of sarcasm, "Minister Fudge was so prestigious in the world before, but now he is in such a mess."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "So Minister Fudge signed the order?"

"Haha~", Scrimgeour couldn't help laughing, and nodded Anton with his finger, "It seems that old Ronaldo really taught you something, this old fox!"

Throw pot culture.

According to the old Ronaldo, the officials of the Ministry of Magic have a magical high-level skill-the black pot disappeared inexplicably in the process of being thrown back and forth at high speed.

Scrimgeour looked serious, "You do what you want to do, and I will do mine. That's it. Don't meddle in things that shouldn't be meddled."

Anton nodded and pointed to the red dot on the map on the wall, "Is that tracking magic? I found that the red dot will move on the map?"

"Contract magic!"

Scrimgeour lifted a box from under the table and placed it on his desk.

"The Judgment Book of the Wizengamot has contract magic. Everyone who signs the signature will be displayed on the map. After the sentence in the Judgment Book expires, it will be automatically eliminated."

He spread his hands, "It's not a very useful magic. There are too many ways to circumvent this. It can only be used as a reference."

Anton nodded thoughtfully. For a powerful wizard like Sirius who participated in the production of the 'Marauder's Map', it is not easy to deal with this kind of map magic.

"I still have a lot of things, let's make a long story short."

Scrimgeour knocked on the box in front of him, "There are 3 boxes of magic that can be transferred for you to learn in accordance with the procedures. After you finish learning, come to me to exchange for another one. At that time, I hope you can also bring box 666 together. Return, such an important moment, I don't want too much box magic to appear outside the Ministry of Magic."

"OK."

Scrimgeour didn't explain the magic in the box, he took out the confidential document according to the procedure and gave Anton to sign it, and asked Anton to leave first.

When Anton walked to the door and was about to open the office door, Scrimgeour's voice came faintly from behind.

"I don't think you are suitable to be an Auror, which is why I didn't make you a regular."

"You are loose in nature and love freedom, so it is impossible to accept the Auror's rules."

"And I want to ensure the purity of the Auror's office. Even if I lose such a powerful combat force as you, I still hope that this department will enforce orders and prohibit and operate efficiently."

"So, you will always be called an Auror trainee."

"When you finish teaching the prisoners of Azkaban, I will give you credit. Now you can start thinking about which department you want to go to. As the head of the Auror office, I will give you all the necessary support."

Anton looked back at him, thought for a while, and nodded seriously, "You are a respectable person, and it is not easy to stick to your principles in the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour was stunned, "I thought you would hate me."

Anton chuckled, "I don't hate it, and I don't like it either."

"..."

After Anton left, Scrimgeour sat in the dark and remained silent for a long time, "I don't hate it, nor do I like it? This should be the greatest kindness I've ever received in my life. After all, everyone seems to hate me, huh~"

...

...

The box Scrimgeour gave was numbered 411, and inside it was a spell, "Colossus' Upstream".

The effect of the spell, as the name suggests, can make a giant flying towards you fly back along the track it flew over.

Abbreviation: Wherever it comes from, it will go back.

Anton returned to the school hut, slumped comfortably on the sofa on the second floor, and when he was flipping through this book, he sat up again suddenly.

This thing...

The Auror office is stashed away for missiles against Muggles, right?

The first half of the book tells the historical background of the invention of this spell. In ancient times, Muggles had a war. Unfortunately, the castle where the wizard was hiding was in a war zone.

At that time, the Muggle army dispatched more than a dozen trebuchets to bombard the castle in turn, which made the wizard's scalp tingle.

In the era when the Muggle Repelling Spell had not yet been invented, and in the era when 'apparition' had not been popularized, no matter how much knowledge of astronomy the wizard had mastered, it would not help him.

Later, he was lucky not to be crushed to death, but he also witnessed countless familiar people being smashed into pieces by huge stones. The wizard learned from the pain and invented this spell.

In subsequent dissemination, it has been improved several times.

It ended up in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, where the Aurors had experimented with the spell on a Muggle battlefield.

It works great.

But there is also a limitation. When the flying giant exceeds the threshold of 45.8 tons, this magic is invalid.

This is still the result of optimization with the help of an extremely powerful wizard, well, this wizard is Albus Dumbledore.

"No wonder there is an extra item in the contract magic document this time, and the value in the book cannot be revealed in any way." Anton licked his lips, "As long as Muggles don't know this value, they dare not easily go to the wizarding world. Drop the nuke."

Of course, in addition to being used to defend against missiles, there are too many application scenarios for this thing.

For example... Take a broomstick and shoot at an oncoming plane.

Or to meteorites from the sky.

Anton doubted whether the power of this spell could make the meteorite fly back to the original point of the universe.

Well, it's definitely not impossible, after all, he just figured out the logic at the bottom of magic.

Then, human beings generally have an almost similar instinctive reaction and desire for the damage from the flying attack—go back!

As long as this instinctive emotion can be mobilized and resonate with the collection of human subconscious, the absolute effect is invincible.

Anton groped for his wand thoughtfully, looked at the fat ball flying in from the balcony with an owl in its mouth, and smiled, "The giant is against the current!"

Shh~

The light of the spell flashed.

Fat Ball flapped its wings in a daze and flew out backwards.

"Quack quack..."

"This is so interesting!"

"As long as we make good use of the collective emotions of human beings, we can bring more possibilities to the spell!"

You know, the fat ball that flew upside down just now is so small, it doesn't count as a 'giant' at all!

...

"Yeah~~"

Fat Ball said he was hurt.

It raised one wing and ate Anton, chirping something. Anton prepared the potion and ingredients with an apologetic face, and finally put the balls in a delicate gilt plate, and put them in front of it, which made it shut its mouth.

Then, Anton picked up the injured owl.

It's obviously been hurt by a wizard's spell, and its eyes are closed, looking very bad.

Even so, its feet are still clutching its master's letter - We've spotted the Death Eaters, we're ambushed, call for help, Montgomery.