Dumbledore appeared in Whitehall London, and was about to walk towards the telephone booth to the Ministry of Magic when he suddenly looked up at the blue sky.
It looks like something is falling at high speed there.
He stopped and waited patiently.
A paper dove pierced through the clouds and sprinted down at an even faster speed.
These days, sending a message in such an easily exposed way during Big White must mean something extremely urgent has happened.
The moment he grasped the Elder Wand, it stood in Dumbledore's outstretched left palm.
None of the Muggle around noticed this strangely dressed old man.
He unfolded the paper dove, and black ink slowly spread from the paper.
Could it be under attack?
Missing?
Is there more than one this time?
Huh—why this time?
Dumbledore remembered the last time he disappeared was the last time.
By the time the message from the Magical Congress was received, the person had already been found.
This time, we notified him in advance because we had invited him to come and help.
In the realm of Dark Magic, most wizards have always believed that Voldemort was the strongest.
They wantonly take the lives of others, so powerful that no one can resist them.
But Dumbledore knew that this "strongest" only referred to the "strongest in power."
Dark Magic allows one to perfectly control their own magical power, bringing someone to the brink of death without causing fatality.
Only a very few wizards know the truth: Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald is the undisputed strongest in this field.
Power that can be controlled is true power; power that is controlled by others has no right to be called the strongest.
Vincent's disappearance, despite his natural immunity to Dark Magic, is even more urgent than Voldemort returning to his peak form.
Before entering the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore had been looking serious, suddenly smiled.
He thought of another possibility, a possibility that everyone thought was impossible.
Takuma, who was on his way to Awaji Island, had sharp eyes and his gaze was always fixed on a certain area of the sea.
His eldest son, Hirakawa, stood to the left rear, side by side with Watanabe, guarding the surroundings.
About ten minutes later, ripples appeared on the calm sea.
It's becoming more and more frequent.
A member of the law enforcement team with a bubble covering his head emerged from the sea.
He held a section of charred remains aloft with his right hand.
Takuma's genitals contracted instantly.
The presence of debris on the seabed doesn't prove anything; the key is finding it...
His dark eyes regained their previous sharpness.
Ito was the first to discover the wreckage and bring it to the beach in Apparition.
What's going on underwater?
"It's terrible, almost no part of the entire yacht is intact."
Takuma at the wreckage, looked away. "Have you found their remains?"
Ito shook his head. "Captain Kagura ordered us to continue the salvage operation. He personally led a small team to expand the search area."
Using magic can instantly initiate salvage operations, but it will cover up the faint magical aura on the yacht wreckage.
They would have to stay submerged for at least a day, and no one could guarantee where the ocean currents would carry them.
More and more wreckage was salvaged, but Takuma remained expressionless as he watched.
When the half-black down jacket—a strip of black fabric—appeared, he was noticeably less tense than before.
As more strips of cloth and some relatively intact clothes were retrieved, Hirakawa and Watanabe could sense that he had become much more relaxed.
"Ashiya Department Head, the salvage operation within a 10-kilometer radius of the seabed has been completed!"
"Have you found Mithril?"
"No, Minister."
"Good!" Takuma's sharp gaze swept over the 16 members of the enforcement team led by Ito one by one.
His gaze finally settled on the now calm sea. "Listen up, everyone. Take a good rest for an hour, then go down and take over the search work from Captain Kagura."
"Yes, Minister!"
It's almost dusk now, and if we still can't find it tonight, then there are only two possibilities left.
Trace absence of movement, the children must have lost consciousness before the yacht was attacked by Dark Magic.
Regardless of the difficulty of achieving it, at least for now, there is no danger to their lives.
The other possibility is very low, but we cannot rule out the possibility that the body was destroyed to cover up the crime...
Back at the Ministry of Magic, the three of them saw Dumbledore sitting on the sofa in the hall, having only been there a short time.
Completely relaxed, Takuma strode forward. "Dumbledore, thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come."
"They are my students, and nothing is more important than that."
Upon arriving at the Minister's Office, Hirakawa immediately went out to make tea.
Takuma nodded slightly to Watanabe, who then took out a delicate little wooden box from the inside pocket of his white robe.
Dumbledore a solemn expression, opened the container and retrieved a piece of yacht wreckage.
The familiar composition of magic, the familiar aura of Dark Magic.
There is only one wizard in the world who can lower the threshold for Dark Magic to such a degree.
Among the 13 missing children, one happened to be his apprentice.
The answer is self-evident.
This is a farce that was directed and acted by itself.
He took out the second piece of debris, took out the Elder Wand, and waved it gently.
The black mist that was stripped away was extremely violent, as if it wanted to destroy everything in this space.
"Dumbledore brings you here?"
"To restore this magic by using the remaining traces."
When the black mist came into contact with the powerful magic at the tip of the Elder Wand, a burst of fire instantly engulfed the entire office.
Watanabe, who had just stood in front of Takuma, didn't even touch his wand before the flames that had spread out due to the powerful impact were compressed into a small dot.
After Dumbledore averted the crisis, his expression became even more grave than before.
"Mr. Ashiya, this is a perfectly controlled Blasting Curse."
Takuma gestured for Watanabe to step back, "Does Your Excellency already have a clue?"
"I'm not sure."
"Knock knock—" The knocking stopped him from asking any further questions.
Entering were Hirakawa and the current principal of the Magic Institute, Abe Ugen.
Hirakawa put down the tea and stood guard outside the door.
"Ashiya Department Head, Dumbledore." Yuxuan's stance was very clear.
After exchanging greetings, Takuma asked him to take a look at the remains in the small wooden box.
Like Hogwarts, the Magic Institute strictly forbids students from engaging in Dark Magic.
What they can learn are targeted defensive magic.
Yuxuan certainly couldn't strip away the Dark Magic aura like Dumbledore.
He summoned his Shikigami —a silver Nine-Tailed Fox Patronus.
Each of the nine tails was wrapped around a piece of yacht wreckage, and the unadorned cherry wood wand pointed at them one by one.
As the first translucent dot floated out, his right hand, holding the wand, trembled slightly.
"All evils manifest—"
After the Japanese incantation, the translucent dot quickly stretched into a long ribbon.
Repeat this process eight times, then stack them tightly together, revealing several black threads that have appeared on the original translucent surface.
After confirming it was Dark Magic, he dispelled the Nine-Tailed Fox Patronus, seemingly hesitating whether to continue.
However, Dumbledore's gesture of taking a small sip of his tea gave him confidence.
"Spell Restoration—"
Unlike before, the Blasting Curse restored this time is much less powerful.
Watanabe once again blocked Takuma's path.
But the moment the impact pushed the flames outward, the entire Blasting Curse stopped as if it had been flattened.
Dumbledore was holding the Elder Wand.
It is surrounded by light blue circular lines.
The Blasting Curse began to be released again.
It may seem that it is not very powerful, but that is only in appearance.
If Dumbledore hadn't intervened in time, Watanabe believed he would have been blown away at the very least.