After breakfast,
As expected, Vincent was surrounded by his friends again.
"Don't ask, I did it."
Upon hearing about the current situation of those Muggle, the anger that had been barely suppressed reignited.
Fred and George bluntly stated that they wanted to hang the witches in the streets as a public spectacle, saying that a simple kiss from the Dementors was far too lenient on them.
Rolf thought this was too cruel and that they should be put into Aragog's nest so that the big cuties could "treat" them properly.
Cedric raised his hand in agreement and suggested that he could treat himself while taking the medicine.
Daphne felt that Jormungandr could actually "treat" them kindly.
Hermione agreed with her idea and insisted that they drink the poison that Snape had carefully brewed, drop by drop.
Vincent looked around and found that all his friends were talented.
Burning the wands of the sorcerers and then leaving them alone with the Harpy on the Marvelbestia Island in the Pacific Ocean is the epitome of mercy.
"Alright, they're with Professor Dumbledore. The Ministry of Magic will take them all away."
But before that, they certainly weren't doing any better than Quirrell and Lockhart.
Tuesday morning.
Aberforth opened the doors of the Hogsmeade Hog's Head Pub as usual.
The clientele is the same as always; no wizards come at all.
He sat down at the bar and opened the newspaper that had just been delivered.
As a journalist with "integrity," Rita is trying to find the Muggle victims.
Today she's going to give an in-depth look at Tash Hemond, the bar owner of the Half-Girl.
Despite having heard it briefly, Aberforth still found it difficult to control his emotions.
The Muggle who harmed Ariana deserved their fate, while all of Muggle were innocent.
He doesn't hate Muggle, but he despises the bullying of the weak.
The newspaper ended with a monologue in which Rita sternly condemned the sorcerers and urged everyone to trust the Ministry of Magic.
[Under Minister Fudge's wise leadership, those scum who deserve the Dementor's Kiss will surely be caught!]
Aberforth coldly put away the newspaper and pushed open a small door leading to the wine cellar.
In the dim candlelight, one could vaguely see dozens of people blindfolded and hanging upside down.
His eyes, which had been burning with anger, gradually calmed down.
There was no water and no food.
This is not abuse, but rather it is unnecessary.
In a few hours, they will all be taken away.
Fudge, emerging from the headquarters of The Daily Prophet, gently rubbed his furrowed brow.
If it hadn't come quickly enough, today's news would have been about Muggle victims.
Just as they returned to the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour also returned.
"Minister Fudge, the results of the magic test confirm that it is indeed them."
Fudge sat at his desk, not even glancing at the mountain of documents.
"Do the doctors and nurses have any leads?"
Scrimgeour pulled two parchments from his pocket. "They don't show any specific features, only a vague outline of a lake's back."
I'm planning to lead a team to investigate Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End, but you'd better not get your hopes up too high.
The neighbor who was friendly yesterday has turned on you completely today.
Moreover, they almost never use their real names, and we have Merlin to thank for being able to find out what they look like.
Fudge's brow, which he had just smoothed out, furrowed again.
Are you sure that Tash has no relatives?
"It is confirmed that he has been living alone in Knockturn Alley since his parents passed away."
On the surface, he runs a bar that sells information, but behind the scenes he kidnaps Muggle and tortures them inhumanely.
"Knock knock—" It was Delores knocking on the door.
He came in, placed a document on the table, and then stood patiently at the office door.
Fudge glanced at it briefly, then pushed it toward Scrimgeour.
"We don't have much time left before the International Confederation of Wizards requests our intervention."
The signature below is that of Chairman Dumbledore.
It has only been a day, and it has already escalated to the international level.
Scrimgeour, already under immense pressure, smiled wryly.
"Forgive my bluntness, but we don't have enough leads at the moment, and hastily putting forward a scapegoat will only make things worse."
"Of course there are clues." Fudge put down his right hand, which was rubbing his temples. "Spinner's End is filled with the Dark Magic aura of using Blasting Curse."
"But those are two mysterious figures—"
"Nobody cares about the truth." He gestured for Delores to leave first.
"Listen, Rufus, I haven't even met the Muggle Prime Minister yet. If things escalate further, we wizards will lose all face."
Since they're all scumbags anyway, it's not surprising that they know how to use Dark Magic.
Scrimgeour sighed inwardly.
Yesterday they were vowing not to let those two mysterious wizards go, and today they're pushing them to the forefront to attract public attention.
If this continues, he could very well be molded into a hero of the Wizarding World.
"I understand, Minister Fudge."
He opened the office door and stared silently at Delores at the end of the corridor for a long while.
It seems like I want to say something, but I don't know where to begin.
Hopefully, this young and upright Auror will not change because of political maneuvering and compromise.
Find as many clues as possible before Fudge takes the risk as usual.
After a simple lunch, Scrimgeour led the team off again to Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End.
Tonks was very nervous about his first mission.
The situation has become so serious that even a newly Auror like her has to be mobilized; the pressure from society and the international community must be immense.
Of course, we can't all squeeze into the elevator when everyone is out.
Apparition to the ground, she saw her colleagues all gathered around the phone booth.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be several ragged wizards with their eyes covered.
They were still breathing, so they must have been asleep.
"Director, there are some in the alley too!" Kingsley said before going back inside.
Scrimgeour walked over with a complicated expression.
Their clothes were also tattered, their hands and feet were tied together, and their eyes were also blindfolded.
They arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic silently, dropped the person off, and left without leaving a trace.
There was no sign of Magical Creatures moving, let alone any Apparition.
"Search the area thoroughly! Don't miss even a small stone!"
Tonks recalled the teachings of his teacher, Moody.
Stealth, disguise, and tracking are just the basics; what's truly important is exceptional insight and a flexible mind.
She crouched down, scanning the ground with her eyes, and then looked toward the spot where Ken had found the bound wizard.
These are all places that are not very obvious, but Auror will definitely go and check.
It was intentional, absolutely intentional.
A total of 53 people were injured and unconscious.
Removing the blindfold, Scrimgeour looked at their faces one by one.
It seems that some of them are missing wizards from Knockturn Alley, and the fat wizard who is the most seriously injured is from Sacred Twenty-Eight.
"Director, he's from the Rolle Family!" Kingsley recognized the man.
The Rowle family was once one of Voldemort's most loyal servants.
To escape trial, they squandered almost all of their family fortune, falling into ruin and forced to live in hiding in Knockturn Alley.
Therefore, the commonalities among these wizards are quite obvious.
"It must be them!" Tonks shouted excitedly, "They're the scumbag customers from that bar!"
Scrimgeour's face was grim.
Taking people away and then sending them back is a provocation against the Ministry of Magic.