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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 25, 2011 18:04:33 GMT
*He grunted.*
I'm aware of the first half of that law. The rest of it sounds like claptrap.
Humph
However, your assistance might be appreciated.
*He put the tip of his quill to his lips and thought for a moment.*
Right. First things first. If you are going to be helping us, I want to hear none of this going around announcing to the world your name and rank. I think it's best that we don't alert the general public that officials from other countries are getting involved in our affairs. It will cause unnecessary panic and scandal. We do not need that.
*Internationals getting mixed up in his business was a bad sign for the Ministry, and he would not risk losing face.*
So... what is your great plan?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 25, 2011 19:01:31 GMT
"You're right. People don't need to know that I'm from the German Ministry." He said clamly. "And that part of the law you didn't remember was written long before either of us were born, but never used. Fudge approved that part of the law being used in Britan last year. Then you were just the Head of Auror Office, I don't think Fudge found it important enough to mention to others." I added.
"As for my plan, it would be dangerous. For me, mostly, of course. As you perhaps know, my son, Phillip Heap, was a Death Eater, and was killed by the Auror Alastor Moody before the fall of that Dark Lord of yours, Phillip died in 1979, while You-Know-Who lost his powers in 1981, I think." He explained. "My wife and I got divorced when he was only eight years old. And she took him away from me. And one day, I got a letter for Cornelius Fudge, stating that he was killed in a battle when he and other Death Eather tried to kill a Auror. Anyway, I can use that as a excuse to join their ranks, I can be the Ministry's private spy and will do what I can you both help you in and out of Azkaban, and perhaps silently sabotage some of You-Know-Who's plans too, if I can manage it. A old, but skilled wizard who wishes to join the ranks of the Dark Lord himself to take his son's place can seem very convincing, don't you think?" He smiled.
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 25, 2011 19:23:24 GMT
*Being referred to as 'just' Head Auror touched a nerve.*
I think you will find that I... am Minister now, and any rulings, made by Fudge or not, can be ruled out by me.
I find it hard to believe that Fudge would sign something like that anyway. He was always trying to break down the barriers between Wizard-kind and muggles.
Enough about that though. There are more important things to deal with.
Your plan...
*He thought about the suggestion for a little while.*
We have a number of spies already. People that I trust.
There's nothing to stop you acting on your own authority via the German Ministry, but I don't feel comfortable giving away our secrets to outsiders.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 25, 2011 19:46:17 GMT
"I know the feeling, Mr. Scrimgeour. But I suppose you don't belive that the entire Confuderation of Wizards would agree to make me the Supreme Mugwump if people couldn't trust me?" He raised his eyebrows. "Belive me, Minister, it's few things I less want to do than go into the circles if the Dark Lord himself. Why, if it was up to me, I would be in my castle in Germany, prepare for another ordinary and not lifethreatning day in our Ministry. But my orders is to be here to help you. And may I add that a man in your position never can get to many spies? And by the way -" I added. "My cover-story is that I'm a Law Enforcer who is on a misson to find Gilderoy Lockhart and send him back to St. Mungo's Hospital."
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 25, 2011 20:31:18 GMT
My interests lie with that of my country, not the dealings of the International Confederation. Who they choose to trust has no influence on me.
I choose my own allies.
You may as well return to your castle, as that is what you would rather do.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 25, 2011 21:23:52 GMT
"As I said, my orders is to stay here..." He said, and showed for the first time signs of impatience. "And I am afraid you will discover that the International Confederation of Wizards do not plan to let me go back to a castle." Rydiger explained. "The International Confederation of Wizards sent me here to help the Ministry of Magic of the UK in the fight against Lord Vol -, well, you know who I mean. And I have a responsibility to make sure it gets done." I went closer. "Listen to me, Mr. Scrimgeour." I said in a low voice. "You have the chance to get me, an almost completely strange individual to act as a spy for your Ministry of Magic. You can place as many spies into the Dark Lord's circles as you wish, but the fact is that they have a greater chance of being discovered, as anyone who is employed in this Ministry would probably be suspected sooner or later. Me, on the other hand, is a stranger who is in the family of a Death Eater, and I've less or nothing to do with this Ministry at all. The only question is whether you are able to take advantage of the situation, or let the suspicion ruining a golden opportunity."
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 25, 2011 21:36:51 GMT
*He was not intimidated by the man getting closer to him. He had fought enough battles to know when he needed to worry.*
I do not intend on discovering anything. I am far too busy.
Carry on as you wish. If you have some profound ability to gain favour with the Death Eaters that my people do not, then by all means have a go.
I do wonder why the Death Eaters would be less suspicious of the Supreme Mugwump than of a spy... undercover... doing their job... properly.
Just do one thing for me. If you do decide to go ahead with your plan, don't get in my peoples way.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 25, 2011 22:00:42 GMT
"Let me repit, I'm here to help you, and help your people." I said gently. "And if I'm to work here with you, may I take the use of a empty office to collect my information in? Of course, it will still be under the cover of searching for Lockhart. And by the way, I have no profound ability, but as my son was a very loyal and trusted servant of the Dark Lord. That's my advantage."
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 26, 2011 0:08:47 GMT
You're new to the spy thing aren't you?
Spies don't have offices within the Ministry. It would give them away as someone who works for us.
*He waved him away.*
I'm far too busy for this...
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 26, 2011 8:50:39 GMT
"Very well, Minister," He said gently. "No office. But still, I belive I can make a Death Eater introduce me to You-Know-Who. And I'll take it from there. So do we have a agreement? I will act as a spy, give you another advantage, and do what I can to help your people." I reached out my hand.
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 26, 2011 10:57:27 GMT
*He shook the hand lazily and looked back at the papers on his desk.*
Yes go on then. Report to Nero Papanoida. He is our intelligence chief. Everything goes through him.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 26, 2011 11:09:30 GMT
"I'll do, Minister. I'll promise not to put you down." He nodded and left the office.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 29, 2011 20:23:56 GMT
Entering the Ministry*He managed to find the right floor at least. Everything was so confusing. He had no idea why he was doing what he was doing, but he was on the way to kill the Minister of Magic. For no reason he could think of. All he knew was that was why he was here. He could hardly think of anything else except what he was doing here.* *He pulled his wand from his robe, and looked at it, knowing it would be the weapon used to murder a man he had never met and really had nothing against. Why was he here?* *He knocked on the door. Do murderers knock? It didn't seem like something a murderer would do. Well, that mistake had already been made. Maybe he should go along with it. What should he do when he was invited in? Blast a curse straight away? That would be rude. He should at least introduce himself. Everyone had a right to know their mother, and a murderer was like the opposite of that, so the same rules apply... maybe.*
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 29, 2011 21:08:18 GMT
*Busy as always, he stopped, placed his quill down, took a breath, and called.*
Come in.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 29, 2011 21:13:18 GMT
*Nerves shot over him. What the heck was he doing? What. Was. He. Doing!?*
*He was under the Imperius Curse and tasked to kill Scrimgeour, but of course he did not know that.*
*It was time. Time to do it. He pushed the door open.*
Hello there Mister Minister. My name is Barney. Barney Colsworth. I think it's short for Barnabus but who can tell eh?
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