The Ministry of Ministry of Magic was very efficient; that very night, they dispatched an elite Auror Squad and a magical law enforcement reconnaissance team to Hogwarts.
Owl Court Club Room
Vincent looked out the window and saw them using magic to build sentry posts on both sides of the castle gate.
As expected, Fudge saw the attack on the Auror as a good opportunity to intervene in the school.
What is the operation to search for Sirius Black?
It's been going on for more than half a year already; we might as well use the resources on more pressing matters.
"These politicians..." Vincent shook his head, walked onto the ring, and set up the punching bag.
After finishing his daily workout, he took the towel Hermione offered him.
What are you going to do?
"Since we've already made a mistake, we might as well make it a big deal and bring the outside world's attention back to the school."
The Ministry of Magic ostensibly dispatched Auror to mitigate the impact of the Dementors' army appearing at Hogwarts.
If the impact is not eliminated, or even caused to be greater, the Ministry of Magic will suffer severe backlash from the outside world.
Hermione's worry disappeared. "Aren't we going to call Fred and the others?"
Vincent wiped the sweat from his brow. "It's best not to start yet. It would be better if we began."
It's not that I don't trust their professionalism and abilities, but rather that no one can guarantee that unexpected events won't occur.
If something happens to them, they can still be saved using the Time-Turner.
Although the possibility of exposing Time-Turner is low, since there is a risk, it should be nipped in the bud as much as possible.
At 1 a. m., Batman and Catwoman made their appearance right on time.
The two people behind the masks had sharp eyes and headed in two different directions down the Seventh Floor corridor.
Hermione hadn't walked far when she ran into two members of the Magical Law Enforcement Detective Team.
They chatted as they patrolled, seemingly unconcerned about being suddenly attacked.
"I'm a little hungry, shall we go to the kitchen and get something to eat?"
"Let's not. Kingsley is known for his incorruptibility. It would be hard to explain if he caught us."
"That's true, then let's continue patrolling."
Neither of them noticed the figure that flashed across the ceiling.
"Aha—I just got back from across the English Channel at noon, and I haven't had much rest yet."
"I'm in a worse situation than you. I stayed up all night at the Dursleys last night."
Hermione, who was hiding on the ceiling, slowly followed the two.
Her gloves and shoes have strong adhesion, making it more than enough to support the weight of another person.
They followed them all the way to the stairwell, and just as the two were about to reach the seventh floor, a pair of sharp claws descended from the sky.
It easily tore open the clothes, leaving a shallow, long wound on the skin.
"Who exactly are you..." The two of them felt weak all over as soon as they turned around.
Hermione struck them both down with two more claws.
The effects of the Draught of Living Death are quite good; if you apply it deeply the first time, it should be able to put someone to sleep on the spot.
She pulled a grappling hook from her belt and shot it at the ceiling, then tied up the two people whose mouths were sealed and hung them upside down.
Having quickly finished, she climbed back onto the ceiling and crouched down.
After waiting for a few minutes, without disturbing the other Auror, they were able to do so.
Hermione hid in the darkness and quietly climbed up the ceiling to the seventh floor.
Her style was cautious and gentle; she simply put them to sleep.
Vincent, on the other hand, is quite straightforward; almost no one can see his face.
The famous Gotham industrialist Bruce Wayne once said: Batman is actually a unique symbol. Anyone can become him, as long as they can make their enemies tremble with fear and bring them endless terror.
The seventh-floor men's washroom
With a whooshing sound, Batman glided down from the ceiling and kicked the Auror, who had just come in to use the restroom, into the cubicle.
Then, with a flick of his grappling hook, he disappeared back into the darkness.
Hearing the commotion outside, Auror opened his mouth to shout, but a Batarang had already deeply embedded itself in his arm.
Vincent put away the Batarang, hung the two upside down, and opened the window to look outside.
He climbed over the windowsill, using his gloves to cling to the outer wall of the sixth floor of the castle, and quietly climbed along the window.
They found a lone member of the Magic Law Enforcement Reconnaissance Team, climbed through the window, and knocked him unconscious with a single punch.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.
The darkness provided him and Hermione with perfect cover, as the Ministry of Magic's reinforcements were being hung upside down one by one.
At 3:30 a. m., the Night Watch Auror on the left side of the castle gate yawned and looked up at the clock on the wall.
I understand that the first patrol of the castle will take more time, but why haven't the first colleagues sent out returned yet?
Feeling hungry? Go to the kitchen to find something to eat?
"These bastards..." I started to get sleepy as I cursed.
With a loud thud, his head hit the table.
I rubbed my forehead and looked at the clock; it was almost four o'clock.
Luckily, I hadn't slept for long, or I would have been in big trouble if they had found out.
But waiting around like this isn't going to solve anything; let's go in and catch those bastards.
He gave instructions to his colleague on night watch, then took his lantern, pushed open the gate, and headed straight for the castle.
The Great Hall was completely empty, eerily silent.
"Even if you steal food, you don't have to do it openly..."
Go down the stairs to the dungeon.
"Drip, drip—" The crisp sound of dripping water sent a shiver down his spine.
He strode into another passage and quickly reached out to scratch the pear in the portrait.
As soon as the handle appeared, he eagerly opened the door and rushed into the kitchen.
However, the place remained deserted.
The House-elf huddled in a corner, trembling, while only Dobby curiously approached.
"Dear Auror, is there anything Dobby can help you with?"
Where did my colleague go?
Dobby his eyes like light bulbs. "I'm sorry, sir, Dobby hasn't seen your colleague all night."
"They haven't been here?"
"Yes, sir."
The Night Auror was puzzled.
Where else could such a large group of people be if not in the kitchen?
He scratched his head and returned to the Great Hall.
The tables and chairs were arranged neatly, as if no one had been there before.
Climbing the stairs to the second floor, you can see something at the end of the corridor in the distance.
He extinguished the lantern, drew his wand, and cautiously approached.
It looks like an object floating in mid-air.
Hmm—an upside-down figure?
Wait a minute! It's actually his colleague who was hanging upside down!
"Who is it!"
A dark, bat-like figure hanging upside down suddenly appeared in front of him.
"It's me," a deep, hoarse voice replied.
"Bat—" The Night Auror's neck was struck by a tremendous force, and he collapsed limply onto the marble floor.
Vincent jumped down, cut the hook gun rope, grabbed his foot, and tied it securely.
"Should we keep waiting?" Hermione leaped down from the ceiling, smoothing her slightly disheveled long hair. "What if it's Tonks who comes?"
Her tone was calm, but Vincent could still smell a slightly sour odor in the air around him through his mask.
"Lie it down, then hang it up again."
Hermione's lips curled into a smile. "There shouldn't be much left, right?"
"There were two sentry posts in total, and now there is one left."