Scrimgeour was in a very bad mood, worse than ever before.
That ugly pink toad actually wanted him to bring back a newspaper as quickly as possible?
He's the head of the Auror Office, specifically tasked with combating Dark Magic! Not Dolores Umbridge's errand boy!
Looking for a newspaper?
Sigh, I still have to keep looking.
Moreover, he had a strange and strong premonition that there would soon be another large-scale seizure operation.
The Auror were very efficient; the Daily Prophet was delivered to Fudge half an hour later.
As expected, the entire newspaper was dedicated to the "Truth" column.
Rita's writing was quite sharp, pointing out that the Ministry of Magic's large-scale search of Hogwarts Castle was extremely rare, even during the Death Eaters' rampage.
The moving photos are even more shocking; precious human resources were wasted on something as trivial as tearing up the floor. No wonder Sirius Black is still at large.
Upon seeing this, Fudge began to tear the newspaper into pieces.
Well, they actually dare to go against the Ministry of Magic.
However, the reaction from the outside world came faster than he had expected.
The Owl Post Office had received a large number of letters long ago, but it was difficult to find a temporary postman, which is why the delivery was delayed until now.
A series of roars came from the Minister's Office, presumably from parents sending out more angry letters.
To Fudge's surprise, the International Confederation of Wizards also sent a letter stating that it would pay close attention to the whole incident.
"Rita ... Chief Editor Gufei ... The Daily Prophet ..."
They should have issued arrest warrants for those two bastards back then, otherwise things wouldn't have gotten this complicated.
A large-scale seizure operation must be launched as soon as possible, and the Ministry of Magic's hardline stance is unlikely to change.
As for the International Confederation of Wizards...
The incident originated from Hogwarts, Dumbledore could blame everything on the Ministry of Magic's interference. It would be too passive to confront him now; a more opportune moment needed to be found.
"Got it!" Fudge's smile was particularly sinister.
Dinner time, Hogwarts Castle.
Vincent was taken away by Tonks in front of everyone again.
This time, there were no discordant voices; the Auror were all keeping watch in the Great Hall.
It was still the Temporary Headquarters, and still the same cell in the tunnel.
"I haven't even eaten a few bites of my dinner yet."
Tonks rolled her eyes dramatically. "You still have the appetite to eat? Snape's going to be on trial the day after tomorrow!"
Vincent clicked his tongue. "Is Fudge crazy? Does he think he can shut everyone up like Lockhart did?"
"You still have the nerve to complain? Have you already thought of a solution?"
"It's not already done; it has absolutely no impact on my plans."
Tonks was skeptical. "Really? Could it be that today's owl theft..."
"I did it." Vincent obediently held out his hands. "The Daily Prophet is now operating under my control. I should be able to stand trial with Snape, right?"
Tonks took a deep breath and turned her hair back to pink. "Don't joke around. Fudge really dares to declare you both guilty in court."
Vincent withdrew his hands. "So I've decided to act tonight."
"Okay, the usual?"
"No, this time I need to wipe out the entire Temporary Headquarters."
Tonks nearly bit his tongue. "Are you crazy? The Ministry of Magic is still Fudge's 'one-man show'."
Besides, if you just follow those newspaper-delivering owls, they could take you down in no time.
"So I have to clear Snape of suspicion as soon as possible and leave Fudge completely helpless."
And have you forgotten whose apprentice I am?
Nicolas Flamel, the legendary Alchemists.
Tonks looked on incredulously. "From now until morning, there are only 10 hours at most. Don't you have another operation to carry out later? What kind of heaven-defying alchemical tool can you possibly create in the remaining time?"
Vincent smiled calmly, "Ten hours is a short time for you, but it's long enough for me."
I don't know where his confidence comes from.
Tonks tilted his head and leaned back in his chair. "I'm tired. Just tell me everything you need all at once."
Vincent thought for a moment, "I have a question, to what extent can Fudge interfere with the judiciary now?"
Tonks waved his hand a few times. "Do you think I can answer that question?"
She was just a new Auror who had just finished her internship; how could she possibly know these core secrets of the Ministry of Magic?
Vincent nodded with some relief.
After all, she seemed careless and unrefined, not at all like someone who would delve into intricate details.
Tonks always felt that the way he was looking at her was strange.
She glared at her fiercely, "If there's nothing wrong, get up now, I'll take you back right now."
"No way, you have to go all the way when you're acting."
They even dared to be sarcastic.
She's an adult; she needs to stay calm.
At 2 a. m., the entire Batman Family mobilized.
This time, they didn't just target the castle, they even raided the Temporary Headquarters.
Even with Kingsley and Tonks working together, it still took a little longer than expected.
With less than two hours until dawn, is it really possible to arrange everything?
Early morning,
Cheshire appeared in the English Channel as usual.
Once the cabin was in place, the owls began to fly out one after another.
They all carried a small silver metal backpack, and were otherwise no different.
Let's go, everyone!
"Gu Gu Gu coo—"
Before the owls scattered, the little backpack seemed to melt and envelop their entire bodies.
From its round head to its tiny paws, even the feathers on its wings are round.
Then a magical scene unfolded: they gradually disappeared into the air, as if they had donned Invisibility Cloak.
Today's Daily Prophet was delivered in a rather strange way; the newspaper suddenly fell from the sky onto my doorstep.
The Auror who was lying in wait immediately cast Revealing Charm, but nothing appeared.
Scrimgeour was angry, but Fudge was even angrier.
Because today's "Truth" segment is extremely explosive.
"I am Rita Skeeter. Please don't worry about me. I'm currently in a completely safe place with my editor-in-chief..."
After a brief overview of my recent situation, the following content will be divided into three main parts.
First, the Ministry of Magic is concealing the owl theft that occurred early yesterday morning.
Secondly, there was another operation yesterday afternoon to seize contraband.
Third, we need to analyze in detail whether Severus Snape is actually Batman, and whether tomorrow's emergency trial for him is reasonable.
Rita, true to her reputation as the Queen of news, remained sharp-tongued, elevating the Ministry of Magic's cover-up to a shameful betrayal in just a few words.
"They're repeat offenders! Our right to know shouldn't be so blatantly taken away from us..."
Next came the confiscation of contraband.
"This is utterly ridiculous! We've finally managed to publish the newspaper again, and the Ministry of Magic's actions are deliberately targeting us..."
The final, most exciting part began with several previously unreleased photos.
"Severus Snape is indeed the Potions Professor, but is it too hasty to conclude that he is the only evidence, based solely on the presence of the Draught of Living Death on Catwoman's claws?"
The photos all show Ministry of Magic personnel hanging upside down, and although there is no date on them, they were clearly taken after Snape was imprisoned.
"According to the latest information from our informants, the Batman Family conducted an unprecedented large-scale operation early this morning. I hope the Ministry of Magic will promptly release the details of the investigation to the public and stop depriving us of our already limited right to know!"
If public opinion can still be suppressed today, what about tomorrow and the day after?