Leave Professional Matters to Professionals

Why did the Dark Magic items confiscated by the Auror go out of control? What could possibly have such power?

One lie often requires ten or even a hundred lies to cover it up. While the Ministry of Magic was meeting to discuss countermeasures, speculation from the outside world was already rampant.

Some speculate it was Muggle nuclear bomb, others a Death Eaters secret weapon, and still others that the Ministry of Magic was attacked and, to avoid losing face, shifted the blame onto the Auror.

One day, two days.

On the third day, the Ministry of Magic finally released the results of its investigation.

After a thorough investigation, it was found that the explosion was actually caused by the improper storage of a batch of illegally modified Muggle grenades.

This absurd investigation result once again demonstrated to Vincent and his friends the shamelessness of the Ministry of Magic.

Just as they were considering whether to secretly release the video they had secretly recorded, the Ministry of Magic announced that it would hold a live broadcast on Saturday morning to explain the situation in detail.

The live stream took place in the restored Minister's Office, and the main character was Fudge had just been discharged from the hospital.

He didn't look too well, but he could spout a whole string of sentimental words.

"My primary healer says I should stay in bed for at least a month, but the Ministry of Magic has unfortunately encountered an accident and is now severely understaffed. How can I stay in bed with peace of mind?"

He spoke with a strong, Sonorus, and Vincent and his friends, who were watching the live stream from the Room of Requirement's secret base, seriously suspected that his pale complexion was due to makeup.

"St. Mungo's's sickbed cannot confine a heart that yearns to protect magic!"

Fudge repeatedly emphasized that he disregarded his personal health for the benefit of the Ministry of Magic, exaggerated his near-sacrifice, and repeatedly claimed to be working while injured to gain sympathy.

Most of the uninformed public chose to believe it, and then came the focus of the live broadcast: a Muggle grenade that was supposedly illegally modified.

Any knowledgeable wizard could see that the Ministry of Magic was not taking it seriously. These wooden-handled grenades were antiques from World War II, and even the British Museum didn't have many. Where were the Auror supposed to confiscate a batch?

Fudge picked it up with a heavy heart, "We thought this was just a routine smuggling case, but we never expected that the criminals would actually make illegal modifications to the interior."

This kind of old-fashioned appliance is not only prone to premature explosions due to sparking, but it is also more likely to misfire due to moisture. Without modification, it will indeed have serious problems.

The live stream has been going well so far, but when Fudge revealed the names of the criminals, Vincent and his friends were stunned.

"The Goblins Hall is an underground organization that has existed in the dark side of the Wizarding World for hundreds of years."

First comes the emotional appeal, then the exaggerated injuries to gain sympathy, and finally the traditional blame-shifting.

Moreover, the scapegoat is the Goblins Hall, which was silenced by the Death Eaters long ago. With no way to verify the truth, Fudge can simply say whatever he wants.

The uninformed masses who chose to believe became even more convinced that the Goblin were notoriously greedy and would do anything for profit.

What's so bad about illegally modifying Muggle grenades? If the profits are big enough, they'd even dare to smuggle Muggle nuclear weapons.

This live broadcast was undoubtedly a victory for the Ministry of Magic and Fudge.

By exploiting wizards' stereotypes about Goblin, they successfully steered public opinion toward the dark side of the Wizarding World.

As expected, Fudge announced at the end that he would crack down hard on similar underground organizations and declared that the Ministry of Magic under his leadership would fight against evil forces to the end.

"Fuck—" Vincent cursed dryly after watching the live stream.

If wizards knew more about Muggle, the truth of the whole thing would definitely not be hidden.

"Sigh—" Hermione leaned her head against Vincent's shoulder. "Should we still release the secretly recorded video?"

There's only one card that can expose the Ministry of Magic's cover-up of the truth. If it were secretly released a few days ago, the effect would be absolutely explosive. If it were released now, it would probably be labeled as an evil force spreading rumors and slander.

"Sigh—" Fred sighed and lay down on the sofa. "I knew Fudge was shameless, but I never imagined he would be this shameless."

The Goblins Hall was brutally murdered by the Death Eaters, Fudge not only set his sights on their vast legacy but also squeezed every last bit of value out of them.

Now it's no use for the Goblins Brotherhood to reclaim the inheritance. With such a huge mess being dumped on them, they can only quickly sever ties with the Goblins Hall.

Everyone frowned, when George suddenly straightened up and said, "How about we post the video to disgust him?"

Vincent relaxed his brow slightly. "Keeping the video will be useful; we can choose other methods."

"What method?"

He pointed to the projection screen in front of him, "This, let's find someone famous who isn't afraid of being targeted by the Ministry of Magic."

The twins blurted out, "Professor Dumbledore or Professor Moody!"

Vincent smirked. "I'm planning to invest in a documentary about Muggle technology. Do they have the time?"

Apart from Hermione, everyone's attention was focused on his face.

Vincent is not afraid of being targeted by the Ministry of Magic, and he has plenty of free time, making him undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

Moreover, the documentary highlights the Ministry of Magic's lack of Muggle common sense, and no one is more suitable to do this than him.

"Me?" Vincent shook his head. "I have someone more suitable."

Hermione looked up in confusion, trying to read something from his face.

"What?"

She squinted, "So mysterious, are you planning to surprise us?"

Vincent smiled innocently. "Yeah, not just you guys, I guarantee I'll stun everyone."

Hermione nodded her little head, then leaned back on his shoulder.

"Dude, what's the surprise?"

"Stay tuned."

Professional matters should be left to professionals, and besides, Vincent doesn't want to fall out with the Ministry of Magic at the moment.

Sunday morning, Knockturn Alley, the Alchemy Shop owned by Wayne Enterprises.

A figure dressed in a black robe, completely covered up, quietly walked out from the back door.

The person seemed particularly afraid of being discovered, and disappeared into the alley.

London, Oxford Street, Wayne's house.

As soon as the figure in black robes appeared, the two bodyguards, Night Wraith and Nightmare Killers, stopped him.

"Your boss must have told you about me, right?"

Lifting the black robe revealed a face known to everyone in the Wizarding World.

The two bodyguards stepped aside. "Miss Skeeter, the master and madam have prepared breakfast."

Rita shivered inexplicably.

Four years ago, this was the very place where she, the Queen of news in the Wizarding World, first tasted the bitterness of being caught red-handed.

She stared at the bullet holes near the doorway, recalling those unpleasant memories.

"Miss Skeeter?"

Rita finished reminiscing and flashed her signature bright smile. "I'm fine."

She is famous, not afraid of being targeted by the Demonic Department, and her ability to speak in a strange and unsettling way is among the best in the world.