Chapter 536 (Addition 1) Mysterious Power Forum

"Mysterious power website forum?"

Anton didn't hide what he heard their conversation, and asked Scrimgeour with a puzzled look after Lucius left.

Hearing such a Muggle term in the wizarding world, there is an inexplicable illusion that things are right and wrong.

Scrimgeour walked to the shelf next to the office with slightly limping steps, rummaged through it, found a copy of "Today's Prophet" newspaper and threw it in front of Anton.

"After you were imprisoned in Azkaban, there were three news stories that caused a great sensation in a row."

"Hogwarts College found the skin of the basilisk. It is suspected that Dumbledore raised this terrible monster in the school."

"Numergarde Castle has collapsed, and Grindelwald's whereabouts are unknown."

"This is the last one." Scrimgeour pointed his finger at the magic photo on the front page of the newspaper, "This reporter obviously doesn't even know what the website is, and just keeps saying that Muggles are hiding the 'mysterious power' organization location and members."

"In the beginning, this website was like a forum for occult lovers. It would always publish some occult information, but we didn't pay attention to it. After all, it would always produce some strange stories about aliens and mysterious schools. Ruins, dilapidated houses in the outskirts, etc."

"Until some time before this report appeared, a large number of information updates suddenly appeared on this website, pointing directly at the group of 'wizards'."

"This makes us feel some bad signs..."

Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes, and slowly spit out a few words, "Witch Hunt."

A trace of absurdity appeared on Anton's face inexplicably, "Oh, although it is a good quality to be prepared for danger in times of peace, isn't it too sensitive? Maybe it's just a revelation from a person who wants to show off that he knows the insider. How could it be related to the witch hunt?" gone?"

"Oh~"

Scrimgeour took his own hat from the rack and put it on. "Follow me."

It seemed like he was going somewhere, but in fact he came out of the Auror command room, then walked to Scrimgeour's office next door, and entered through the 'back door' that old Ronaldo said.

Just for a moment, Anton had a feeling that the whole world was turned upside down.

He shook his head, surprised to find himself in a well-lit office building.

Rows of very old-looking computers, staff sitting in front of the computers, some typing on the keyboard quickly, and some took a magic camera to take a picture of the computer screen, emitting a lot of white smoke.

"Damn it!" There was a bald middle-aged man who patted the computer's large head-up display with milky white borders, unplugged the power cord neatly, plugged it in again after a few seconds, and pressed the power button again.

After a while, a string of codes that Anton was familiar with appeared on the screen. The middle-aged man quickly entered commands, and a page with a blue background appeared on the screen—Windows 3.0, and then there was a long wait...

Anton came to the window and looked down from upstairs. He could see the red phone box at the Ministry of Magic visitor entrance, the street full of graffiti, and a bar that looked good.

"How? Unbelievable?" Scrimgeour smiled, "The Ministry of Magic forbids the flooding of Muggle items, yet a Muggle network information collection company has been formed here."

Anton smiled slightly, seeing that the middle-aged man's computer screen finally skipped the startup interface, he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic.

If I remember correctly, or if the development of this world is the same as my own, there will be a Netscape browser next year, and win95 the year after.

Scrimgeour found a computer that was browsing the 'Mysterious Power' forum, asked Anton to come over, and opened a post.

The title is - Beware of Those in Robes: Where Are They All?

In a long list, Anton was surprised to find the street near the White Hall where the Ministry of Magic is located, the street where St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries is located, the street where the Leaky Cauldron is located, and other places that Anton is familiar with. .

He even saw a message - King's Cross! ! ! You'll be here, in September, and see a lot of people in robes! !

"They are summing up our laws little by little, even better than us understanding where we will appear."

"Simple Muggle Repelling Curse and Oblivion Curse can't stop the spread of this kind of news."

"The opinion given by the Muggle Prime Minister is to actively establish a large number of similar websites to disrupt the source of information in a way that confuses the public."

"Anthony..." Scrimgeour turned his head, stared at Anton seriously, and said earnestly, "The times are different."

"Now we are saying that the company we saw is the secret of Auror's office. If it is spread, the Ministry of Magic will shut down this company as soon as possible and cut off all sources of funding."

"But I still let you know, not because I see you as one of the Auror Office."

"But I know, you are such a powerful wizard." Scrimgeour shook his palm and shrugged, "I saw your spell piercing the sky with my own eyes. I didn't know that a satellite was destroyed until the afternoon. You destroyed it. Then at night, Lucius told me that you've figured out how to resist the Kedavra Curse! It's incredible."

"You are destined to become a top wizard. I am very sure that you are strong enough now."

"Look at this website, do you know that there are now more than one million Internet users in the UK, do you know how many people have read this forum?"

"It's getting harder and harder to hide your identity in the wizarding world."

"Those wizards who have gone through modern history and stepped into modern times think that the current model is enough for us to easily live in our own world, but it's not!"

"I very much hope that you can seriously think about the "witch hunt" that is very likely to happen in the future, which is more terrifying than the history."

"It's not an order, it's just a friendly reminder."

"You live in the world of wizards, and you are a member of wizards." Scrimgeour nodded the huge and bulky monitor screen, "These curious people will eventually find us."

Anton was a little silent and didn't speak.

Man is sometimes a very strange animal, while his heart is telling him 'this is none of my business', and at the same time flickering one after another frantically, there are family members like Lupine Anna, Ron George Relatives like Fred, classmates like Draco, teachers like Professor Snape, inexplicable fanatics like Amy, colleagues like Montgomery and old Ronaldo...

Scrimgeour looked at Anton's expression, smiled, and didn't intend to ask Anton to make a statement, and led him back to the Auror command room.

bang~

bang~

Two boxes appeared on the desk.

"After learning the magic of these two boxes, I have fulfilled my promise. At the same time, your appointment to be stationed in Azkaban will also come down. It will be specially appointed as an expert, so you can arrange your time freely. "

"At the same time, I also hope that you can start to consider other departments of the Ministry of Magic. I will give you the greatest support in your promotion. This is my promise."

Anton smacked his lips and nodded.

The next step was to sign the confidential documents of the box magic. Anton still checked each one carefully before signing his name.

In the end, Anton stared at Scrimgeour, "In essence, I'm not a politician, so you don't have to worry about my political stance, will become a Grindelwald, or a mysterious man, or Dumbledore, no, neither .”

"I'm going to be a scholar, like Nicolas Flamel."

"I can't guarantee what kind of character I will be if there is a war between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, after all, nothing has happened yet."

"But one thing, at least I will study some spells suitable for the new era, at least not so that wizards will not be easily charged with life by a bullet."

After speaking, Anton turned and left with two boxes.

Wow~

Scrimgeour lit a match with a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at the direction Anton was leaving.