You Stinking Rat, I've Finally Caught You!

Voldemort was always pursuing eternal life; it was his ultimate goal.

He believed he was not an ordinary person from a young age. He discriminated against Muggle and wanted to eliminate all Muggle-born wizard; this was his long-term goal.

Fourteen years ago, the appearance of the Prophecy gave him a short-term goal: to kill the nemesis in the Prophecy, the Chosen One Harry Potter.

To achieve these three goals, ruling the world through magical power becomes the fourth objective.

It's not surprising that he'd target the British Ministry of Magic; there was Augustus Luke Wood back then, and now there's Death Eaters disguised as Ludo Bagman.

If the Order of the Phoenix ends tonight's operation, the Ministry of Magic will likely be infiltrated with even more spies.

In the worst-case scenario, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge could be controlled by the Imperius Curse or even be replaced outright.

By then, any individual or organization that opposes Voldemort will be labeled as an anti-magical government.

Moody paused, then looked at Dumbledore. "Albus Dumbledore, my advice is that we cannot let this go unchecked; tonight's operation must continue."

Not only should they not let go of Jorkins, who is suspected of being possessed by Voldemort, but they should also not let go of the Death Eaters disguised as Bagman.

His grotesque scars taut slightly, and his unblemished right eye gleamed with a sharp light, capable of seeing through any of the enemy's movements.

"Our action was a warning, a warning that they were being watched, and to deter them from acting recklessly again."

Dumbledore turned and stared at Vincent and Hermione on the projection screen; he could see the unwavering determination in their eyes.

"Alastor, please make sure you protect the two children."

Moody nodded solemnly, "Then I'll leave this place to you, Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black."

He raised his cane, and his entire body was sucked into the black and white vortex of Apparition.

A few seconds later, he appeared on the path leading to Hogsmeade.

"Professor Moody!" Vincent ended the call and rushed over with Hermione.

Moody first glanced at the two people's outfits.

Sportswear and running shoes are perfect for battle.

He nodded to himself. "Bagman lives in the Ardnamurchan Magical Enclave in Scotland, which is the staff quarters of the Ministry of Magic. We need to be wary of them taking hostages."

Bagman chose to live in a dormitory, probably because he was afraid of his creditors coming after him.

"Stay alert." Moody raised his cane. "Follow the trail I left behind."

He was once again sucked into the black and white vortex of Apparition, with Vincent following closely behind. Together with Hermione, they materialized and arrived at the Loch Ness in the Great Glen of northern Scotland.

Moody stood in front of a secluded cavern on the cliff face, which had been enchanted with Muggle-Repelling Charm, and waved for the two to come over.

Inside the cave is a long corridor with a separate security booth in the middle, where staff should be on duty.

Moody pointed to the security booth, then to the feet of the two men, then tapped his chest lightly with his cane and slowly disappeared into the air.

This is the staff quarters of the Ministry of Magic, and you can feel the numerous defensive measures up close.

But for legendary Auror, all of this is meaningless.

A few minutes later, the security booth lit up with a red light, and Moody slowly walked out from inside.

Vincent and Hermione quickly followed, glancing curiously inside the security booth as they passed.

There were two Ministry of Ministry of Magic staff members on duty, slumped over the coffee table as if asleep, while Magical Projection nearby was playing the latest episode of "The Gryffindor Legend".

No wonder he was taken down so easily; he dared to neglect his duties.

But then again, it's already 3 a. m., so watching some TV shows to relax doesn't seem like a bad idea.

Those who work as laborers can only blame their bad luck.

At the end of the long corridor was a wooden door. Moody raised his cane, waved it gently, and then opened the door.

It was a large space with decent decor, connected by corridors that seemed to lead to the dormitories of the Ministry of Magic staff.

Moody stopped in front of the second lane on the left, his head down, as if he were recalling something.

He suddenly took a few steps to the right, then two steps to the left.

"I hope I haven't misremembered..." he murmured softly, then turned around and gestured for the two to follow.

The passageway slopes downwards and is not very spacious inside, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. There are doors on both sides of the wall, and each door has a name written on it.

The Ministry of Magic chose to convert a natural cave on the Loch Ness into staff quarters, a move that was not only time-saving, labor-saving, and worry-free, but also saved a significant amount of Gold Galleons.

The passage wasn't long, and the three of them soon reached its end.

Moody put his index finger up to his lips as a shushing gesture.

Then he pointed to the door on the left with no name on the sign and carefully observed the situation inside with his magic eye.

Bagman is quite cautious; he's still not at ease even after moving into the Ministry of Magic's staff quarters. He's really meticulous.

Even such a cautious person has fallen; it seems the Death Eaters had been watching him for a long time.

Moody's expression suddenly turned cold. He held up two fingers to indicate that there were two people in the room.

Hermione gripped her wand tightly, her eyes fixed on the door.

Regardless of who the second person is, we have to take them down first.

She nodded, indicating to Moody that she was ready.

Moody turned to look at Vincent, who was waiting quietly, while his left eye remained fixed on the room.

He gently waved his cane, and before the door was fully opened, two beams of red light shot out.

The first shot hit solidly, but the second shot was strangely bounced back.

Moody reacted incredibly quickly, nimbly bending down and lunging into the room, showing no signs of having lost a leg.

"Who is it!"

As the sound rang out, two spells, one red and one blue, shot into the room simultaneously. The figure who had just sat up on the bed nimbly rolled to the ground and was struck hard on the forehead by Moody's cane.

Before the blood could even flow, two more curses, one red and one blue, struck.

Just as the attack was about to hit, a silver shield mysteriously appeared in front of the figure.

Vincent recognized it as defensive Dark Magic that could reflect spells.

That night in the stadium, it repeatedly reflected its own attacks, almost destroying the entire staff rest area.

The Serpent Staff instantly transformed into a long-barreled pistol. "Who is it? It's your father!"

The figure hiding behind the silver shield visibly trembled, and he poked his head out, revealing Bagman's face.

He saw two familiar, ferocious snakes emitting a dazzling red light and instinctively shrank back behind his shield.

With a muffled thud, the thick red beam of light landed heavily on the shield.

The expected reaction did not occur, and the figure visibly trembled again.

"Crack—" The shield seemed unable to withstand the impact, and cracks appeared one after another.

Vincent exuded a tangible aura of black magic. "You stinking rat, I've finally caught you!"

The red beam of light emitted by the long-barreled pistol grew thicker, interspersed with streaks of black.