The Malfoy Family's estate is, of course, under the control of the Malfoy Family.
Lucius's disdainful gaze swept over the eight people. "Such a rude and uncouth manner—"
He gripped the silver snake head on his cane tightly. "Weasley, I advise you not to make a big deal out of this."
Arthur's gaze was particularly resolute. "Malfoy, don't even think about stalling for time!"
A bright orange halo flashed, and the exquisite Iron Gate instantly turned into a pile of fragments.
"Since you refuse to cooperate, we have no choice but to enforce the law!"
Lucius's body was trembling.
It exploded, it really exploded.
The gates of their Malfoy Family were blown up by the barbarian Weasley.
"Words cannot describe my anger!" He pulled out the Elm Wand hidden inside his cane.
No incantation was heard, and all the scattered iron fragments on the ground floated up.
Arthur and his companions immediately cast the Shield Charm.
One against eight is clearly irrational.
But Lucius was truly out of options.
He wasn't worried about the Dark Magic items in the manor; he was only worried about one that belonged to Voldemort.
This thing once symbolized loyalty, but now it's become a hot potato.
Damn Fudge!
They're the vampires of vampires!
Lucius hesitated to attack, and the situation remained deadlocked.
Arthur and his men dared not be careless.
"Stop!" Two figures strode quickly across the lawn.
In front was the expressionless Delores, and behind him was the spirited Fudge.
A big stick plus sweet dates can be exchanged for Gold Galleons.
Lucius's steady breathing gradually became heavier.
They've completely lost all sense of shame!
"Put your wands down first," Fudge said amiably, standing between the two sides. "Just say what you have to say; there's no need to make this scene."
After a moment's thought, Arthur and the others understood what was going on.
The minister may have been giving a warning, but his behavior was far too unseemly.
"Minister Fudge, I want to file a complaint against their violent enforcement!" Lucius may have admitted defeat, but he still had to maintain his proper attitude.
His dissatisfaction, written all over his face, did have an effect.
"Arthur, you guys go back first."
"But there must be something hidden behind Malfoy's attitude—"
"Let's go back first." Fudge turned slightly to the side, a smile on his face. "I'll have a good talk with Lucius."
The search was a pretense; their real purpose was to gain personal benefits.
Arthur and his group of eight were all veterans of the Ministry of Magic, so they could easily see through their Minister's intentions.
Argue with reason and logic?
Don't be silly, this is the kind of person who dares to award himself the Order of Merlin, First Class.
"Fall back!" Arthur led the way and turned to leave.
If it weren't for the Anti-Apparition Jinx, they wouldn't want to stay a second longer.
Lucius watched them slink away, feeling incredibly pleased with himself.
This tactic of praising first and then criticizing is very satisfying, but it comes at a price.
"Lucius, Arthur and the others misunderstood me—"
Fudge began to explain the purpose of this special operation.
Although Quirrell went to Azkaban, the Wizarding World was still constantly threatened by dark wizards.
He always believed that the noble and elegant Malfoy Family would never collude with these people.
These words "moved" Lucius.
"Minister Fudge, I have decided to establish a fund to combat the forces of darkness and contribute my modest efforts to the Ministry of Magic."
It really hurts to spend the money.
The Malfoy Family isn't the big boss of Gringotts. No matter how much surplus landowners have, they'll eventually be squeezed dry.
Fudge skillfully concealed the joy on his face. "Lucius, thank you for your kindness."
He then said with great sorrow, "Those who have jeopardized the peace and unity of the Wizarding World will surely receive the punishment they deserve!"
Lucius forced a smile. "Just as you've always believed in me, I believe you can definitely fulfill this long-cherished wish."
Thank you for your blessing.
"Of course, Your Excellency Minister."
Delores listened to the two men's mutual flattery as if he were a block of wood.
His face remained expressionless, like that of an emotionless bodyguard.
"I will have Arthur and the others come again in three days."
Lucius felt much more at ease.
As expected, no wizard can resist Gold Galleons.
The southern Hillingdon, not too far from central London.
The Wayne family had just stepped out of Heathrow Airport when they ran into a famous reporter from the Daily Prophet.
Rita's outfit today was particularly eye-catching; she was still wearing a bright green coat even in the sweltering summer heat.
Her gaze remained fixed on Vincent. "Welcome back, our hero."
Solving a problem that America's Wizarding World couldn't solve certainly gave Da Britain a boost, as things had been getting worse year by year.
How do you know the time?
Rita gently adjusted her jeweled glasses. "I know the editor-in-chief of the New York Ghost. He said you've been visiting the Magical Congress for some time now."
She flashed what she thought was a charming smile, "My intuition tells me that you must have had even more amazing experiences."
"Your intuition is even more amazing." Eric walked right past her.
Evelyn followed behind him without saying a word.
Vincent tapped his white short-sleeved shirt with his fingertip. "I hope you'll knock first this time."
"I will." Rita didn't follow them out.
As long as this interview opportunity exists, we're sure to uncover even bigger news.
139 Oxford Street.
The Wayne family walked past quite calmly, under the watchful eyes of numerous reporters from wizarding newspapers.
Although they lacked Rita's intuition, they were all eager to know the details of the Furaikan incident.
There's no way to avoid it, so let's just deal with it once and for all.
The small sofa on the first floor was full of people, and Eric and Evelyn quietly went to prepare tea and snacks.
"No, I just happened to make a little thing that could help."
"Is it that SuperHighPowerPlus?"
Vincent acted naturally, "It's a secret. If I were to reveal it, the Magical Congress would definitely take back my medal."
"So, is Furaikan really the source of the typhoon?"
"I think you need to interview Mr. Scamander; he's much more professional than I am."
After dealing with everyone one by one, two hours had already passed.
"What I just said should be enough for everyone to report back, right?"
Reporters from various newspapers exchanged knowing smiles.
She's approachable and occasionally even a little humorous.
They are not Rita, who knows when to stop.
"Mrs. Wayne, these are very good snacks."
"Oh—and Mr. Wayne's tea."
After the reporters left, the family of three relaxed with a sense of relief.
"So this is what it feels like to be a celebrity," Eric said with a wry smile. "If this keeps up, I'm thinking of moving to Surrey."
"It's no use." Vincent opened the briefcase and took Gu Gu out of it. "They all have informants, the most famous of whom even have students."
"Is she that capable?" Evelyn, who was tidying up, turned around. "If we weren't so famous now, would she have done something?"
"It definitely will."
Rita seems more interested in grabbing attention than uncovering the truth.
The headlines are as exaggerated as they can be, and most of the content is even more outrageous.
However, Vincent believed that this very personality had many weaknesses.
She is the perfect person to act as a mouthpiece.