Ever since the International Confederation of Wizards sent a squad of Aurors into the British wizarding world, the chaos caused by Dark Wizards had quickly eased. Yet Ministry of Magic employees still could not escape the fate of working overtime from nine to five every day—not even on Christmas.
Minister Scrimgeour believed that enemies would not give them time off to rest. Especially now that the situation had eased, the Minister had become increasingly cautious, worried that the enemy was plotting some grand conspiracy.
The office door opened from within, and Kingsley and Arthur emerged together, quietly discussing why Scrimgeour had summoned them. Minister Scrimgeour hoped to arrange an interview with Harry and use him to keep everyone vigilant.
With the International Confederation of Wizards' help, the British wizarding world had returned to its former peace. Yet the brief calm seemed to have made exhausted people forget the cruel truth that Voldemort was still alive. The Dark Lord still threatened the peace of the entire wizarding world at every moment, but everyone had deliberately forgotten about it.
"Scrimgeour is worried that The Dark Lord is plotting some grand conspiracy." Kingsley felt that Minister Scrimgeour's concerns were justified. Voldemort would never let things go, no matter what. If the Ministry of Magic lowered its guard, the next blow they received might well be the heaviest and most fatal one yet. But keeping everyone constantly on edge was no solution either.
"How is the protection plan coming along?"
Arthur suddenly asked about something he had heard recently. Apparently, the Ministry was quietly constructing secret apartments to provide temporary housing for Ministry employees, preventing their families from being harassed and threatened by Dark Wizards and thus putting their lives at risk.
As long as the Ministry's staff could be stabilized internally and its