Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows when he saw Lin Ze: "You're back? How is Norway over there?"
"It's a bit of a gain, but it's also a bit unexpected."
Lin Ze stepped aside and gave way to Aila, "This is Aila. I met her at Norway, but her identity is a bit special..."
"What? Could it be that he is still Dark Lord's illegitimate son?" Scrimgeour joked rarely.
"It's more trouble than that, she's a Obscurial."
"..."
Scrimgeour's expression froze instantly.
He looked down at the skinny little blond girl, then looked up at Lin Ze, with an expression on his face as if he was confirming whether Lin Ze was joking.
"You mean..."
"Yes, it's the kind you understand Obscurial."
Lin Ze's tone was very calm, "I need to get her a legal identity."
Scrimgeour stepped aside to open the door. "Come in and talk."
He closed the door, walked behind the desk, sat down, and rubbed his temples with his fingers.
"I knew that you, the guy, would do nothing good if you came to me."
Scrimgeour's voice was very low, "You know the attitude of the Ministry towards Obscurial. They would rather imprison or even kill Obscurial than take any risks."
"I know, that's why I brought her to you." Lin Ze sat down opposite Scrimgeour.
Aila stood beside him quietly.
Scrimgeour stared at Lin Ze for a while, then sighed, "How are you going to arrange her?"
"Give it to a friend first and teach her to control her magic."
"Who?"
"Quinn·Travers, lives in Godric's Hollow."
Scrimgeour's expression changed. "Do you still know people from Travers's family?"
"Well... it's a long story, but he is still a reliable person."
Let's...
Lin Ze added one word in his mind.
Scrimgeour was silent for a while, then nodded. "Okay, leave this to me. I'll go say hello to the registration office and ask them not to ask too many questions."
"But the dirty talk is ahead. If anything happens to this child, don't blame me for not warning you."
"Understood."
Lin Ze stood up and said, "Thank you very much, director."
"Don't do this." Scrimgeour waved his hand.
"Hurry up and do your business. Special Operations Team Moody over there is about to lift the roof off. He doesn't like anyone these days when you're gone."
Lin Ze laughed and led Aila out of Scrimgeour's office.
After coming out of Scrimgeour's office, Lin Ze went to find Crouch again.
He did not go into details about Karkaroff. He only said that he had traced some clues and was continuing to follow up.
He asked Crouch to help bring Aila's relationship to his side, as his distant niece.
Although Crouch looked suspicious, seeing that Lin Ze had made a lot of achievements recently, he still nodded and agreed without asking any more questions.
With the endorsements of Crouch and Scrimgeour, the processing efficiency of Wizard Identity Registration Office was extremely fast, and the new identity of Aila was completed in less than half an hour.
After completing all the messy procedures, Lin Ze took Aila into Floo Network in the Ministry of Magic lobby.
Ministry of Magic The public foothold of Godric's Hollow is located in an abandoned boiler room.
The green flame ignited and then went out, Lin Ze pulled Aila to this dilapidated house.
Aila's adaptability is pretty good. After the first experience, he became much more calm the second time.
Godric's Hollow is much warmer than London.
The trees on both sides of the stone road are dyed in deep and light shades of golden and orange.
Fallen leaves were piled on the roadside into a thick carpet, making a rustling sound when stepped on.
There was a smell of burning wood in the air.
Lin Ze led Aila through the small square of the village. In the center of the square was a stone war monument with numerous names engraved on it.
Aila took a second look when I passed by.
"Arrived."
Lin Ze stopped in front of a white house.
The house is not big, with two floors. There are two beech trees planted at the door. The trunks of the trees are so thick that one person cannot hold it.
There are several lemon trees in the yard, and the lemons hanging on the branches shine bright yellow in the afternoon sun.
The lawn in the yard must not have been mowed for a long time, and the weeds are almost knee-high.
There is a rocking chair under the porch of the house, with a red and yellow striped blanket draped on the back of the chair, and a copy of "Daily Prophet" placed on the armrest.
Lin Ze walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
No one responded.
He knocked twice more, but still no one answered.
"Quinn?" he shouted.
There was a ping-pong-pong sound in the room, followed by a suppressed cry of pain.
After a while, the door creaked open a crack.
Quinn·Travers poked half of his head out of the crack in the door.
He didn't wear that bright robe today, but just put on a wrinkled plaid shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing two arms covered in mud.
Her hair was a mess and there were a few streaks of grease on her face.
"Lin?"
He blinked, as if he was dreaming.
"Why are you here?"
"Come and see you."
Lin Ze pulled Aila behind him in front of him, "I want to ask you something by the way."
Quinn looked down at Aila, and Aila looked up at him.
The two people just looked at each other for several seconds.
"Okay, okay, come in first and then talk."
Quinn opened the door a little, revealing a messy living room behind him.
The sofa was pushed to the corner, the coffee table was overturned, and there were several open thick-cover books and a bunch of messy metal parts scattered on the floor.
"Um... I'm repairing my bicycle, and the house is a little messy." He scratched his head.
Lin Ze crossed the threshold, and the flying bicycle that once fell from the sky and knocked over Death Eaters was lying in the center of the living room, with the front and rear wheels removed and the chain hanging on the ground.
"It hasn't been fixed yet?" Lin Ze asked.
"It was fixed last time, this is broken again."
Quinn sighed and pulled the messy parts on the sofa to the floor to make room for the two of them to sit.
Aila stood at the door, looking at the messy room in front of him at a loss.
Her eyes moved from the bicycle to some photos hanging on the wall.
In the photo, Quinn and a red-haired woman are standing side by side, both of them smiling.
"That's Amy, my wife." Quinn noticed Aila's gaze and explained.
"She's not at home?" Lin Ze asked.
"I went to Diagon Alley to buy Potions materials. She is currently studying a beauty product Potions."
"Tell me, what can I do for you?" Quinn asked.
Lin Ze briefly explained the situation of Aila.
He didn't hide anything about Obscurial, because this kind of thing couldn't be hidden, and Quinn would know about it sooner or later.
Moreover, since Aila is going to be put here, Quinn must know the truth.
Quinn nodded after listening, put the wrench on the coffee table, walked to Aila and squatted down.
He moved very slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring the little girl in front of him.
"Your name is Aila?"
Aila nodded.
"How old are you?"
Aila stretched out ten fingers, hesitated, and then put away two more.
"Eight years old?" Quinn raised his eyebrows.
Aila nodded, then quickly lowered his head, twisting the edges of his clothes with both hands.
Quinn stood up and waved to Lin Ze, gesturing him to come to the kitchen to talk.
Lin Ze patted Aila on the shoulder and asked her to sit on the sofa for a while, and then followed Quinn into the kitchen.
The kitchen is much neater than the living room.
It can be seen that Amy is a very good hostess.
"You know that Obscurial usually doesn't live past the age of ten, right?" Quinn leaned on the edge of the stove and said in a low voice.
"I know." Lin Ze said.
"Then you brought her to me?" Quinn frowned.
"I'm not saying that I'm not willing to help. You should know that this kind of dark parasitic power cannot be solved with a few spells. Ministry of Magic If the other side knows..."