Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

Chapter 173 The Weird Old Man

"It is very sad, Mr Scrimgeour, that most of us have dreamed of being in that position to speak."

"Because that means that you are standing at one of the tops of the entire British magic world, but what about now? The one standing in that position turned out to be someone like this."

"A person who is not even cruel and sinister, a disgusting person who can only flatter and be hypocritical to the extreme."

"Tell me about your plan. I won't express any opinion on it. You have seen what happened yesterday. From the first moment I stepped into this gate, I didn't think about getting out alive."

Seeing the smirk on Umbridge's face, Mr. Russell looked unusually calm. He was leaning on his crutch with both hands, his eyes fixed on the rostrum, but he spoke slowly to Mr. Scrimgeour.

But Mr. Scrimgeour, who heard this, only felt extremely regretful at the moment, and he should not have sat beside this old man.

It's not always said that Russell Rozier is an emotionless interestist. He can even marry his beloved little granddaughter to that kind of remote place. Why is he so entangled in this issue.

Or was the other party someone sent by Voldemort to spy on him? To be on the safe side, Mr. Scrimgeour had no choice but to respond slowly.

"I don't have any plans. Thanks to the Dark Lord's attention, he forgave me for my previous mistakes and allowed me to use my own efforts to make up for all the regrets."

"That's why I'm here, I do have work to do today, but it's not what you think."

Hearing this, Mr. Russell turned his head slowly, looked at the nervous young man in front of him, and seemed to want to see some clues from his face.

"Is that so? I don't believe that fellow Voldemort has such kindness. He is just a child who lacks the care of his parents when he is young and lacks the care of others when he grows up."

"His small belly is probably known to everyone in the British wizarding world. I doubt that he will forgive you so easily."

Mr. Scrimgeour, who heard the words, unconsciously moved his butt away, and several members of parliament sitting around Mr. Russell also hurriedly and quietly moved their seats away.

This can't blame them for being too timid. You must know where this place is now, and this place is no longer the highest honor hall of the British Ministry of Magic.

It is Voldemort's lair, the execution platform of the opponent and the place where innocent people died. The staff who are still working here today revealed that in the dead of night, there will always be mournful wailing from this place.

Rather than saying that this is a place for meetings, it would be more appropriate to call it the Devil's Nest.

It is undoubtedly extremely dangerous and very unwise to directly discuss Voldemort in such a place, or even talk about the other party's character and narrow-mindedness.

But even if the people around showed obvious resistance, Mr. Russell didn't seem to want to stop, he continued to speak slowly.

"A mentally retarded person who can only use violence. I don't know why so many people follow him."

"Especially those from pure-blood families. Could it be that the superior life and high-level education have rendered them incapable of thinking?"

"I will believe the empty promises written by such a person, and believe in the illusory future promised by the other party, if I go back to the past."

"I will definitely use this old crutch in my hand to hit myself hard on the head at that time."

Mr. Russell's tone of voice was very steady, and his voice was relatively high-pitched. Even the other congressmen sitting below turned their heads to this side in doubt.

"Mr. Russell, your words are a bit inappropriate, we should..."

Until this time, an old man who had been sitting on Mr. Russell's left stopped him with words.

When he heard someone stop him from speaking, Mr. Russell just turned his head and glanced at the other party, and then continued to speak slowly.

"Old Bok, I think you are almost 80 years old this year, haven't you lived enough?"

"Although your family has withered a lot, don't you still have a nephew still alive in this world?"

"Where is the other party now? Oh, I remembered. He seems to have been sent to Europe by that Mr. Dumbledore to manage his business. It is said that he has made a lot of money. Didn't he come back to see you?"

Hearing the other party talk about his nephew, he also mentioned the boy's name, which must never be mentioned here.

The gentleman called Old Bok seemed a little nervous, he waved his hand quickly, moved his position away again, and then spoke from a long distance away.

"No, he and I have cut off all contact a long time ago. We have never been in contact at all. I don't understand what you said at all."

"I don't understand what you're talking about at all, and I don't want to know about him, so that's it, the meeting is coming soon."

After finishing speaking, the old man moved his position further away. Fortunately, there are few people in the entire council, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to go wherever he wanted so easily.

Seeing his old friend doing this, Mr. Russell didn't feel any surprise. Instead, he continued to turn his head and looked up, down, left, and right.

Then he looked at the people around him and said.

"Some people in your own family have connections with that Dumbledore. Do you want me to introduce them to you one by one? If you don't know, I can tell you."

"I heard that they have all made a lot of money. You can go back and enjoy yourself. Why do you do such thankless things here?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone sitting around Mr. Russell immediately followed the example of the old Mr. Bork, and walked away from Mr. Russell to sit down again.

Within a radius of more than ten meters around Mr. Russell, there was no longer any member of parliament sitting there, only this weird old man and Mr. Scrimgeour on his right hand with an embarrassed expression.

It wasn't until this time that Mr. Russell turned his head to look at Mr. Scrimgeour, and asked seriously again.

"Now that there is no interference from other people around, you can tell me about your plan, and I will tell you directly."

"If the other party is really small-minded, I don't think he will survive to go to Hogwarts. Anyway, I will be myself today."

"By the way, let me tell you about my own secrets. Many people think that the noble Rozier family is basically a graduate of Slytherin College."

"That's me, the patriarch who is considered cold-blooded by everyone. I graduated from Gryffindor College."