Fudge's Splitting Headache

The appearance of a legendary dragon in London spread across the world in an instant, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Ministry of Magic, entrance hall.

The wizarding staff who had rushed over gathered together, pointing at the direction the dragon had flown on the projected screen, their faces filled with unease and agitation.

The Minister's office was like a kicked hornet's nest. Fudge's Magical Communicator rang nonstop, and the flames in the fireplace barely ceased. Urgent document after urgent document spewed out with the firelight, piling up across the desk that had once been polished to a mirror shine.

The window reflected his flushed face, red with shock, fury, and helplessness.

"Gringotts was breached, the Ukrainian Ironbelly was taken, the scene is in chaos, goblin casualties... unknown? Property damage... impossible to estimate? And suspected Dark Magic items may have leaked?"

Holding an updated preliminary report jointly issued by the Department of Accidents and Catastrophes and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Fudge's hands shook so badly that the parchment rustled. His voice rose to an almost piercing shriek.

"Vincent Wayne? When did he return? No, when did he sneak into Britain? What about our border-detection magic? What about those useless Aurors in Germany? What about the International Confederation of Wizards' notice? Are they all bloody asleep?!"

He slammed the report onto the desk, making the urgent documents jump one after another.

Percy, the Minister's Assistant in charge of reporting, shrank back and said quietly, "Mr. Minister, based on the magical traces left at the scene and the accounts of the few goblin witnesses who were not severely frightened, it can almost certainly be confirmed that it was him."

He used that... powerful alchemical weapon he had previously used at the Ministry of Magic to violently breach multiple