Fred and George were equally angry.
It should be said that most of the students in the Great Hall were very angry.
Draco put down the newspaper with a cold expression.
True Pure-blood Wizard disdain seeking superiority over Muggle.
They are born noble, so how could they willingly associate with Muggle of lowly blood?
Getting too close can affect your IQ.
Look at that group of red-haired people, and then Potter.
Glancing at Vincent, who looked like he was about to hit someone, he quickly suppressed the urge to go over and make sarcastic remarks.
What goes around comes around; only a fool would take this beating.
The once bustling Great Hall gradually quieted down.
The students hoped it was just another fabrication, but the shocking photos didn't seem fake.
They live under the sun and cannot imagine how dark the corners where the light doesn't reach are.
Minister Fudge was furious like never before.
Senior Secretary Umbridge witnessed him kicking tables and throwing chairs, venting his anger in the office for more than five minutes.
"Damn it—damn it—"
The scumbags certainly deserve to die, but Rita, who didn't even warn them, and the newspaper editor who let her publish the news, deserve to die even more.
Even if you don't tell me in advance, at least give me a hint.
Even Dumbledore had to give a hint first, it was clear that this group didn't take him seriously.
"Dolores, get that bastard Rufus into here and see me!"
Umbridge trotted into the elevator with her short legs.
When she arrived at the Auror Office, there was only one newly promoted Auror there.
"Where is your Director Scrimgeour?!"
With that shout, the young Auror was so frightened that her pink, medium-length hair instantly turned green.
The voice was so high-pitched and sharp that it gave me goosebumps.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Umbridge came up to her, standing on tiptoe and straining to lift his chest.
"I remember you. You're the Metamorphmagus just got promoted this year."
The young Auror barely suppressed a laugh. "Director Scrimgeour just led a team to Knockturn Alley."
Umbridge turned around, gritting her teeth.
He hadn't taken more than a few steps when he suddenly turned back.
The Auror quickly shut up.
Are you laughing?
"No, I don't dare to laugh."
"That would be best, Nymphadora Tonks."
Tonks frowned, and his green hair instantly turned fiery red.
Umbridge walked out of the office with a cold smile.
So what if your magical talent is powerful or rare?
She is a senior secretary in the Ministry of Magic and a big shot who is about to be promoted to deputy minister.
Before returning to the Minister's Office, his previous haughty demeanor vanished completely.
"Knock knock—"
"Come in!" Fudge's tone was stern.
Upon entering, Umbridge nervously recounted how Scrimgeour had led a team to Knockturn Alley without permission.
Good grief, they don't greet outsiders, and they don't even greet their own people?
Her choice of words was very extreme, as if she were implying something.
Fudge glared at her, and she immediately shut her mouth obediently.
"Dolores, have you been getting a little too cocky lately?"
"Your Excellency, I did not."
"That's good." He put on his felt hat and stood up. "The Ministry of Magic is a collective, and we all share the same goal."
"Understood, Your Excellency!" Umbridge said obsequiously as he walked away.
Despite Minister Fudge's brilliant leadership, there are still parasites in the Wizarding World.
She must be too gentle and too kind.
She was so moved that she shed hot tears.
Being lifted into the sky and then pulled down must feel terrible.
Fudge didn't have time to pay attention to her inner thoughts.
He went to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and once Amelia Bones Amelia Bones had prepared the manpower, he directly Apparition to Knockturn Alley.
The bone decorations outside the bar have been removed by the Auror as evidence.
In a cell beneath the wine cellar, Scrimgeour frowned as he examined the elusive magical energy.
It can be determined that the chains and the cell door were opened by the same wizard, or at least by the same spell that was very close to each other.
A mysterious force of justice?
The Daily Prophet is full of nonsense.
When Fudge led the team in, he glared at Umbridge again as she was about to dispel the smell.
He's really getting arrogant. Now is not the time to put on airs like a minister.
"Rufus, how's the situation?"
Scrimgeour walked out of the cell carrying a rusty iron bowl. "It's confirmed to be a human. All the evidence we've gathered so far points to Muggle."
What are the chances of it being counterfeited?
"Almost none. The magical traces in this place can be traced back to 15 years ago."
Magic isn't omnipotent; once it's used, it will inevitably leave traces.
Whether it's for torture or for treatment.
Even without a wand, it is not difficult for an adult wizard to open the prison door with magic.
It's even less likely for underage wizards, as being imprisoned and tortured could cause their magical powers to surge at any time, potentially allowing the Obscurus to reside within them.
"A bunch of witch doctors!" Fudge cursed, glancing at Bones, who was traveling with him.
"This matter must be dealt with seriously; no matter how powerful one's background, no one can be spared."
These men are all respectable people; even if they had similar perverted tastes, they wouldn't come to a godforsaken place like this.
Scrimgeour nodded silently. "Minister Fudge, according to eyewitness testimonies, the large-scale attack on Spinner's End yesterday evening was carried out by two mysterious wizards."
"What!?" Fudge lowered his raised hand again.
Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End have always been no-man's-land.
If it weren't for the news breaking today, yesterday's attack wouldn't even have become a case.
"And—" Scrimgeour hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.
"When we arrived at Knockturn Alley, many residents said that family members had mysteriously disappeared."
How bizarre was it?
"While having afternoon tea, someone goes to the toilet and disappears."
Fudge twitched his lips. "Make a list and investigate their background information."
"Yes!"
Now that it's out in the open, it's impossible to cover it up anymore.
The most important thing now is to find the two masterminds behind the attack.
The bar owner, Tash, is definitely in their hands, and those shamanic customers might be there too.
Every wizard must abide by the laws set by the Ministry of Magic, no matter what they do, even if it is all just. Without the authority to enforce the law, it is nothing more than a crime.
The headquarters of The Daily Prophet
Rita walked in carrying a small notebook filled with writing.
Editor-in-Chief Editor Gufei rushed over immediately.
"So, have you found the victims yet?"
"Found them, 17 in total." She handed over the camera, then returned to her workstation and opened her notebook.
There was no interview content inside; it was all her wild imagination.
After the film was developed, Chief Editor Gufei and the reporters saw faces as pale as if they were dead.
Their eyes lacked luster, and their expressions were almost identically blank.
"Well done, Rita!"
He guessed right again.
Exposing the Wizard Cards scam and revealing the dark side of the Wizarding World.
The Daily Prophet has finally regained its credibility after many years!
Chief Editor Gufei looked toward Rita, who had brought all of this to light.
Leading the Ministry of Magic's information channels;
A top-notch writing style that can turn the mundane into the extraordinary;
The most daring and well-known journalist at the end of the century.