"Because of Grindelwald, the German Ministry of Magic suffered a severe blow before, and even now, they haven't recovered. Clearly, they have no way to stop You-Know-Who's movements..." Hermione answered out of habit. "What's even more concerning is... when Allen has only just dealt You-Know-Who and his forces a heavy blow, You-Know-Who is still willing to risk exposing his trail to search like this in Germany... That means whatever he's looking for must be extremely important."
"Miss Granger, you are as much of a know-it-all as the rumors say..." Scrimgeour frowned, narrowed his eyes, swept a glance over Hermione, then looked away. Then he turned to Allen. "Miss Granger, but please allow me to continue speaking with Mr. Harris..."
Scrimgeour's contemptuous attitude infuriated Hermione, and her face instantly flushed crimson.
"Hermione, you've considered it very thoroughly. I couldn't have put it better myself." Allen did not even look at Scrimgeour. He beckoned, pouring a cup of black tea for each of the witches in the room, then asked, "Penelope, Hermione, then what do you think about You-Know-Who's actions in Germany?"
Penelope understood what Allen meant. With a smile all over her face, she lightly began as if making casual conversation. "Speaking of which, how did Remus Lupin know we were eating oyster before he even came in?"
"He didn't know. He misunderstood," Luna replied. "Tonks will realize it sooner or later."
Having received no tea, and noticing how everyone else in the reception room was completely ignoring him, Scrimgeour's eyes flashed with an irrepressible fury. His eyes bulged, the veins on his forehead and neck swelling as he shouted, "Mr. Harris—"
Clang!
Penelope slapped the table with her hand. Seeing that she had stunned him, she cast her gaze aside contemptuously. "Director!" Penelope bit down hard on the professional title,