This wasn't the first time the Ministry of Magic had been attacked, but it was the first time the attack had affected such a large area.
Vincent handed the Mithril gloves to Hermione, while he himself, after casting Protego, carried large chunks of rubble by hand.
Dark Magic can only harm him through direct attacks; any residual negative effects will have virtually no impact on him.
Vincent lifted a marble floorboard and saw a familiar black felt hat.
This is Fudge's hat; it seems he was also buried under the rubble.
Although many people hope that something bad will happen to him soon, it shouldn't be now, when he's attacked by Dark Magic.
The death of the Minister for Magic will only benefit the Death Eaters' operations.
"Mr. Fudge is here!"
Umbridge immediately ran over from outside the ruins in a high-pitched voice.
Vincent felt physically uncomfortable watching her carefully try to use magic to lift the rubble while holding her wand.
If you're truly here to provide rescue, you should do what Scrimgeour did: take off your coat, roll up your sleeves, put on Dragonhide Gloves, and then apply your Protego.
Although black smoke will rise the moment the gloves come into contact with the blood-stained rubble, at least they can touch the ruins that still retain the aura of Dark Magic.
Her standing there waving her wand did nothing to help with the rescue and actually got in the way.
More and more staff joined in, Fudge was soon found, along with Kingsley, who was covered in shards of glass, and Barty Crouch.
Fudge's injury wasn't too serious, probably thanks to Kingsley and Barty Crouch's protection.
As time passed, one by one the injured Auror were rescued.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fudge was out of danger, and then went to Hermione's side to continue the rescue.
The two of them worked together to lift a sturdy conference table, beneath which lay Wales's half-dead face.
He was just discharged from the hospital not long ago, and I guess he'll have to stay here for quite a while again.
Near him, the two also found Tonks.
Her breathing was weak; her right arm had been broken by the falling marble floor above.
Just before dawn, all the Auror were rescued.
Exhausted, Scrimgeour removed his severely corroded Dragonhide Gloves, revealing hands that looked as if they had been burned by a fire.
He paused for a moment, then with trembling hands, he took out the personnel list and began to count them.
All the Auror were seriously injured, and three of them were in critical condition. Fortunately, they were rescued in time and none of them died immediately.
Luke Wood has never been found, and it is unknown whether he has escaped the Ministry of Magic.
Not long after the rescue ended, Dumbledore Vincent returned to the ruins, both seemingly concerned about the capillary-like blood-red marks.
In theory, any magic with the intention of causing harm can be considered Dark Magic.
The stronger the idea, the greater the destruction caused by Dark Magic.
The Dark Magic that created this vast wasteland is different; it clearly requires paying a heavy price to be successfully cast.
While Vincent was searching through Grindelwald's Spellbook, Dumbledore crouched down and grabbed a handful of rubble with blood-red patterns.
Aside from its evil nature, there seems to be a sense of life withering away.
"Found it!" Vincent flipped the spellbook over. "This is Dark Magic created by the ancient Greece black wizard Chaos specifically to fight against the Roman magic legions."
Dumbledore's eyes seemed to see right through the disguise of the magic book's pages.
Chaos Blood Ash Curse is the name of this Dark Magic; it also has another name: Chaos Explosion.
Chaos used it to turn his entire royal guard into terrifying human bombs, inflicting devastating damage on the Roman magic legions.
Once the incantation "Blood for Firewood" is uttered, the caster's blood will transform into pure Dark Magic energy, possessing terrifying power far exceeding that of the Blasting Curse.
However, the reality was different from Grindelwald's description; the power of the Chaos Blood Ash Curse should have been enough to affect the sixth basement level of the Ministry of Magic.
"Professor—" Vincent closed the spellbook, "The caster was Luke Wood."
Dumbledore nodded. "This Dark Magic doesn't require a wand to cast; it only needs a spell and a strong urge to destroy. Even if he manages to escape the Ministry of Magic with his injuries, he'll have lost all his usefulness to Tom."
The Death Eaters are truly insane; they'd rather become human bombs and explode than reveal Voldemort's whereabouts.
Now that Luke Wood is gone, the only hope is that the Ministry of Magic is hiding another spy.
Vincent put the spellbook back into the Flamel Ring and looked solemnly at the vast, charred ruins before him.
The Ministry of Magic is in chaos, making it an ideal time to take advantage of the situation.
"Sigh—" Vincent sighed softly and turned to walk towards Scrimgeour.
The news of Luke Wood's death nearly made Scrimgeour grind his teeth to dust, his hands, corrupted by Dark Magic, clenched into fists.
He calmed himself down slightly, thanked Vincent, and then walked straight toward the higher-ups who were still making shrill noises.
They were having a heated discussion, or more accurately, Umbridge was excitedly shouting.
Uninterested in this Vincent found Hermione resting on the side of the corridor.
Where is Professor Moody?
He went to the hospital.
Almost every Auror in Britain had received his instruction, and Tonks was the last student he took on before retiring.
Vincent reached out his hand to her. "You must be exhausted."
Hermione took his large hand and stood up. "I'm fine. Any news about Luke Wood?"
"We'll talk about it later."
It was already daylight outside, and the bright sunlight gently shone on the two of them.
Back at Hogwarts Castle, both of them felt a sense of déjà vu.
It felt like an eternity, even though only a few hours had passed.
The two woke up in the afternoon.
It's Sunday, and Dumbledore and Moody haven't returned yet.
Such a major event has occurred in the Ministry of Magic; it's impossible to hide it any longer.
However, the excuse of using a Dark Magic item confiscated from the Auror Office causing an explosion due to a malfunction was too lame. If Barty Crouch, the provisional director of the Department of the Magical News Department, hadn't gotten into trouble, he certainly wouldn't have allowed this news to be published.
The Daily Prophet's reputation, which had been rebuilding, collapsed once again, and students began speculating about the truth behind the incident.
Harry, already annoyed that the Merpeople were only attacking him, became even more irritable.
He approached Sirius Black godfather, to ask if he knew anything, but Sirius didn't know the specifics either.
He was depressed all day and didn't even pay attention to the latest plot of "The Gryffindor Legend" by dinner time.
Vincent, who was a few seats away, had finished his meal and had just stood up when he saw the twins walking over mysteriously.
Then Daphne and Cedric arrived as well.
Last night's performance wasn't perfect; I guess they saw through my mistake.
Anyway, the school has confirmed that it is safe, so it's time to tell everyone the truth.