August 17th.
After two days, Vincent had almost fully recovered.
The wizard's robust physique, combined with his regular training, made him even more physically fit than some adult wizards.
LaGuardia Airport in Queens, the closest airport to downtown New York City.
The Wayne family is saying goodbye to everyone.
"Don't forget our cooperation." Rinne finished speaking and turned to leave.
Given Malfoy's condescending attitude, Vincent could barely accept her spoiled princess demeanor.
No wonder Kenny chose the outgoing Jennifer.
He inexplicably recalled a famous line from a movie.
[When you used to watch the moon with me, you called me "Sweetie"—now that someone new has taken over, you call me "Old Mrs. Cow"—]
Anyway, it's Viktor who deals with her, so whether he indulges her or not is none of his business.
What are your plans for next winter break?
"Not at the moment."
Kenny warmly invited him to visit Japan.
"No way?" Vincent glanced at Rinne had already walked out of the airport.
Is this a feigned retreat to lure the prey, or is there another motive?
"I'll think about it."
Kenny wasn't disappointed; instead, he gave him a big hug.
"It's settled then."
"I haven't—"
"The more people go there, the greater the chance they'll have to bankrupt her!"
Vincent looked at his gritted teeth, the phrase "love turned to hate" suddenly popped into his mind.
"Let's contact each other then."
Kenny left, satisfied, holding Jennifer's little hand.
After saying goodbye to the four students from Ilvermorny, Vincent went to Sam, who was telling jokes to his parents.
"Those Wizards' Purity Party always say before they leave, 'Don't let handsome Sam catch you.'"
Eric and Evelyn both had very low thresholds for laughter, while he and Gu Gu remained indifferent throughout.
"Auror, don't you have any missions today?"
"Director Graves asked me to represent the Magical Congress to say goodbye to you."
Sam mysteriously slipped him an old-fashioned wallet.
"The materials you need are inside. Just write to me when you're done."
A transcontinental Apparition...
"No problem, I'll get it done as soon as possible."
Dumbledore doesn't want to teach, then so be it; there are always backup options available.
Sam felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "I'll be going now. If I get back late, Director Graves will probably find another reason to scold me."
"Goodbye." Vincent slightly composed himself.
The Wayne family's return airfare was also reimbursed by the Magical Congress.
Inside the Mithril Briefcase is a luxurious little cabin exclusively for Gu Gu.
It is currently enjoying the baby field mouse.
The scene was extremely bloody and cruel; even without permanent anti-bump magic, nothing could stop its determination to feast.
After boarding, the Wayne family boarded a direct flight to London.
Wiltshire, England.
Here stands a dignified lord's mansion.
It is not only surrounded by meticulously designed gardens, but also features magnificent fountains and free-roaming white peacocks.
More than a decade ago, it was Voldemort's command base.
But for thousands of years, it has always been the Malfoy Family's estate.
From the moment he stepped onto the outermost lawn, Arthur kept telling himself:
Investigate thoroughly! Turn it upside down!
"I'm counting on everyone for this joint operation."
Kingsley, who was traveling with him, nodded slightly.
There were eight of them in total.
They are all professionals handpicked from the Magical Law Enforcement Investigation Team, the Auror Office, the Improper Use of Magic Office, and the Muggle Artefacts Office.
Even the slightest trace of Dark Magic can lead to the owner of the manor being taken back for investigation, according to regulations.
Arthur, as the team leader, pounded on the exquisite Iron Gate with extreme rudeness.
This scene is like a demolition crew.
Lucius, who was sitting quietly in the back garden enjoying his tea, broke down in an instant.
His intuition told him that the guests outside were not to be trifled with.
"Go see who it is." He leaned back in his chair, regaining his previous elegant and serene demeanor.
"Yes, sir."
Just as Arthur drew his wand, intending to use the Blasting Curse to open the door, a small figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the door.
It has large, bat-like ears, a long, pointed nose, and large, green eyes like tennis balls. It is covered by a tattered pillowcase.
He is a House-elf, a servant of the Malfoy Family.
"Gentlemen, I am Dobby."
Dobby bowed very politely.
"How can I help you?"
Without a word, Arthur pulled a document from his coat and slammed it down next to the gap in the gate's fence.
Dobby blinked his big eyes and stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was on the screen.
"Whether Malfoy is home or not, we're going to search the place!" Arthur retrieved the documents.
The eight people's extremely impatient expressions seemed to frighten Dobby.
He returned to Lucius after a cloud of mist.
"Oh no, sir— the Ministry of Magic is here!"
Lucius broke down again the moment his lips touched the teacup.
His hand holding the cup was trembling, and he stood up as quickly as possible. "What's all the fuss about? What's the reason?"
"Sir, I—I only saw that it was a search warrant."
With a flick of his wrist, the teacup smashed into Dobby's forehead.
Dobby caught it Dobby a flurry and carefully stepped aside.
Lucius picked up the silver Serpent-head Cane from the table. "Don't let Narcissa and Draco come out yet."
After straightening his collar slightly, he walked calmly toward the door.
On the way, he had already considered countless possibilities.
So what about the people in the Ministry of Magic?
This is the Malfoy family; no one dares to force their way in anymore.
When he saw that slightly balding red head, his composed expression crumbled for the third time.
"Weasley— "
"Malfoy— "
The two stood facing each other across the distance, their eyes filled with a hatred that seemed to want to kill each other.
Arthur stood tall and proud. "If you don't open the door, we're going to have to force our way in!"
Lucius took a deep breath. "Where is the search warrant?"
"Here!" With a thud, the document was slammed onto the door again.
"It's too far away, I can't see clearly."
Enraged, Arthur raised his wand high. "I only counted to three."
"Very good." Lucius slowly walked to the door. "Weasley, I will tell Minister Fudge about what happened today."
"He's the one who sent me!" The document was slapped down for the third time.
This is a search warrant for items related to Dark Magic, and Fudge's autograph is at the bottom.
Lucius lips trembled slightly, was furious.
They took the money but didn't do anything; they even sent people to his house.
In the centuries-long history of the Malfoy Family, they have never suffered such humiliation!
Even Voldemort...
Lucius said in a low voice, "Take your men back, Weasley!"
Arthur spat, "What right do you have to order us around?"
In an instant, the seven people behind him drew their wands.