"Bastard!" In Scrimgeour's office, Kingsley Shacklebolt slammed a fist into a pillar.
"How are Frank's injuries?" Scrimgeour asked the Auror who had come to report.
"He wasn't physically hurt, but those scum from Knockturn Alley stripped him of everything valuable on him. He even lost his wand. But his memories..."
The Auror shook his head as he spoke. "The healers at St Mungo's Hospital said he was hit by an extremely powerful Memory Charm. I'm afraid it may be impossible to restore them. For a while, he may also suffer from mild memory loss or confusion."
"Can he recover?"
"The healers said it isn't too serious. He should improve."
"That's good." Scrimgeour let out a breath of relief.
"Pull back everyone watching Supreme Potion for now."
"Why?!" Kingsley roared, slamming both hands onto Scrimgeour's desk. "Rufus! One of our brothers was just hurt. Don't you want revenge for him?!"
"Calm down, Shacklebolt. This isn't like you."
Kingsley took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "How many years has it been? How many years since we last faced something like this? One of our brothers was injured, yet all we can do is sit here and wait. We can't do anything."
"Patience, Shacklebolt," Scrimgeour said. "Wasn't it always you telling me to be patient in the past?"
"But Frank is one of my men!"
"Patience. Our enemy is exceptionally cunning! He has proven that more than once. Underestimating him or acting rashly will only let him bite back!"
At that, Scrimgeour shook his head. "It's strange. Someone like him was actually not from Slytherin at Hogwarts."
"Frank's hideout was destroyed, and no evidence was left behind." Scrimgeour sighed again. "Clearly, Frank must have discovered something, which Murphy noticed before destroying the evidence."
"If I'd known, I should have told