Your Headmaster Is Still Your Headmaster

When Dumbledore arrived at the Shingu residence, it was already past eight in the evening.

He had not even eaten dinner, let alone rested.

Making this centenarian rush back and forth like this, the mastermind behind it was simply guilty of an unforgivable crime.

Hirakawa was still too young.

Kagura, who had come along, vaguely sensed that Dumbledore's intentions were far from simple.

The Ministry of Magic had concealed the news from the Shingu Family because it did not want the matter to escalate any further.

"Alas..." He could already foresee tomorrow's newspaper headlines.

This generation of the Shingu Family had only one daughter, Rinne. It might even end up at the International Confederation of Wizards' court.

After Dumbledore entered the living room, he pulled Hirakawa outside the residence.

"Captain?"

"Hurry back and notify Department Head Ashiya. Tell him this can't be kept under wraps anymore."

Hayahiko, who had been in an excellent mood, had his entire face darken upon learning the news.

Wasn't the Ministry of Magic hiding it from him because it feared trouble?

But was he someone who did not know the bigger picture?

Ashiya Takuma, you bastard!

"Thank you very much for informing me, sir." Hayahiko suppressed the anger in his heart.

"You have come all the way from Britain, so you surely have not rested properly."

Dumbledore shook his head with sorrowful eyes. "Mr. Shingu, the most important thing now is to find the children. I will not overlook even the smallest clue."

"Such as what, sir?"

"Such as what grievances the children may have suffered, or whom they may have offended."

After a brief moment of confusion, Hayahiko suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him.

"Sir, are you saying this was not an accident?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore sighed. "I know very well