Moriarty naturally did not rashly barge into the French Ministry of Magic. He cautiously cast a Disillusionment Charm and observed the process of entering the Ministry.
Less than three minutes later, a balding middle-aged man approached. He looked like a Ministry official.
He first registered his wand, then the roots around the fountain burst from the ground and formed a birdcage elevator around him. He rode it down into the underground Ministry.
Naturally, Moriarty could not hand over his wand for registration. He had once drawn a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and now was the time to put it to use.
Just as he was about to stun a Ministry official, the birdcage elevator opened again. A large group emerged, led by a short, plump man who kept saying to the person beside him, "Mr. Delacour, I fully understand how you feel, but you must also understand our difficulties..."
A man with black hair and a small pointed black beard roared, cutting him off. "Just this morning, my daughter was kidnapped! My wife was attacked! My poor little girl was frightened into tears! I want to see you take decisive action, find my daughter, and ensure her safety!"
"Calm down, Mr. Delacour!" The short, plump man pressed both palms downward, doing his utmost to salvage the conversation. "We have already deployed every Auror in Paris! But as you know, the ones who took your daughter were certain races from the dark world—"
"It is precisely because people from the dark world took my daughter that your Auror Office should be helping me!" Mr. Delacour was frantic. He forced himself not to imagine what fate awaited his daughter in the hands of those inhuman bastards. It was torture for a father.
"You still don't understand what I mean!" The short, plump