The matter was of great importance, and even though it was a bold and outrageous guess, Sirius Black and Lupin still spoke it out.
Snape wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but the loopholes he could find seemed to be self-consistent.
If Peter Pettigrew had indeed been rescued while still in the hospital ward, then Scrimgeour's panic was understandable.
Losing a heinous criminal before execution would be a serious offense, and even the Minister for Magic would be held accountable, let alone the Head of the Auror Office.
What do you do if someone goes missing? Quickly find a scapegoat!
The British Ministry of Magic has a history of misconduct, and it's not the first time.
"Augustus Luke Wood ..." Moody murmured the name.
His demonic eyes darted around in a particularly eerie way. "If it's true, we still haven't figured out the identity of the last Death Eaters."
First, quietly rescue Peter Pettigrew from the hospital, then use the Dark Mark in Godric's Hollow to rescue Luke Wood amidst the chaos.
Is this meticulous person a fugitive from back then, or Voldemort's latest recruit?
The expressions on everyone's faces turned grim.
The mad Death Eaters are not scary; the cunning Death Eaters who hide in the shadows are far more terrifying.
But regardless, the Order of the Phoenix must still operate in the shadows.
Hogsmeade is a busy place, and the fact that the Hog's Head Pub is often closed would easily arouse suspicion.
Sirius Black hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll take care of the base problem. I happen to have a perfect spot."
Having discussed most of the matters, Dumbledore rose to bid farewell to the group.
After a burst of light, he returned to the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts Castle.
He went to the shelf where the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor were placed and put the Slytherin Locket in the middle.
Two of the four Founders' belongings are still missing, one of which was made into Horcrux. It is unknown whether it will ever be displayed in its entirety.
Dumbledore smiled faintly and walked to the other side of the shelf.
Apart from a beautifully crafted Pensieve, all that remains here is an old wooden box inlaid with gemstones.
He picked up the Pensieve, sat down at the small round table, and then used the Elder Wand to extract a memory from his temple.
After placing the memory into the Pensieve, a refined and gentle face slowly emerged.
Dumbledore brought his head close to the silvery substance in the basin, entering into that memory.
"Augustus Luke Wood, the evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to say?"
That refined face suddenly turned incredibly ferocious. "Ha! The great Dark Lord will surely rise again!"
Dumbledore raised his hand, pausing the entire courtroom hearing.
Luke Wood seems rather simple-minded; he's probably not the kind of person who can endure for so many years.
Therefore, Sirius Black and Lupin's speculation is very likely to be true.
"Who rescued them..." Dumbledore murmured as he withdrew from his memories and retrieved a second set of memories.
A face with a goatee slowly emerged from the silvery substance in the Pensieve.
Igor Karkaroff, a former Death Eaters, is now the headmaster of Durmstrang Institute.
Although he made a deal with Barty Crouch, the former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to reveal the identities of other Death Eaters at the Magical Law Council in exchange for his freedom, he is not entirely without suspicion.
Dumbledore re-entered his memories, seemingly trying to find some clues from the interrogation years ago.
Evening,
Campsite outside Dartmoor Stadium.
When Vincent woke up, he found that Tonks was also in the tent.
She was demonstrating her ability to Metamorphmagus in the living room on the first floor, sometimes turning into a pig's nose and sometimes into elephant ears, making her friends laugh out loud.
"Awake?" Hermione got up from the sofa and poured Vincent a glass of warm water.
"I think I overslept." He took the water glass and took a sip. "Why is Tonks here? Doesn't she still have work with the Special Squad?"
Hermione looked at Arthur and Sirius Black, who were sitting together on the other side of the living room. "I don't know the specifics, but I think it has something to do with the Order of the Phoenix."
Anyone with eyes can see that the British Ministry of Magic is unreliable; it's better to rely on yourself than on them.
Vincent took another sip of water. "The Order of the Phoenix has been reorganized. Tonks is Sirius Black's niece and Mr. Moody's student. She should have officially joined, right?"
After saying that, he put down his water glass and gestured for Hermione to quietly follow him.
On the other side of the living room, Sirius Black and Arthur, who were discussing something, were completely unaware of the two approaching.
"Although my family's ancestral home is very large, it has been in disrepair for many years and has not been properly cleaned."
"Don't you have House-elf at home?"
"Kreacher? That good-for-nothing only obeys my old witch's orders. Who knows if he'll secretly cause trouble."
Everyone looked at Molly, the only woman there, who was the most qualified to speak on housework.
Sirius Black, do you have any cleaning tools at home?
"There should be one, but if not, you can use magic."
"Magic is just more convenient; you still need tools to clean thoroughly."
Sirius Black pointed his wand and caught the parchment and quill that flew towards him, then wrote down the names of some of the tools Molly had mentioned.
Vincent and Hermione, who were hiding behind him, exchanged a glance and quietly went back once again.
The reorganized Order of the Phoenix would certainly need a secret base, Black Ancestral Home, located on Muggle streets and protected by magic, was a perfect place.
But the environment inside...
However, if it is thoroughly cleaned and slightly renovated, it could be used as a secret base.
Vincent sat on the sofa and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Isn't tonight the semi-final?"
Hermione sat down next to him. "Well, it's the Bulgaria team versus the Luxembourg Team."
The outcome of the match was essentially a foregone conclusion; it seems the Bulgaria team can easily advance to the final.
However, if you look at the timeline, the finals are on August 30th, and the school term starts the day after that.
On the last day of August, I wonder how many magic school students around the world will be writing furiously until dawn.
Vincent and Hermione looked at their friends, who were still laughing heartily at Tonks, with perfect understanding.
As a model student at Hogwarts, and a top student who has completed the courses from Year 1 to Year 7, he must have finished his Year 3 homework long ago.
Dinner had just ended, and the fans in the camp marched in a large group toward the stadium.
The match was indeed a foregone conclusion, with the Bulgaria team ultimately winning by a large margin of 280-40.
As soon as the award ceremony ended, Bagman, who was providing the commentary, got up and left the studio.
As he walked down the corridor leading to the staff break room, a Goblin dressed in magnificent golden armor suddenly appeared before him.
"Ludo, it seems like you've forgotten something."
Bagman frowned slightly. "Ferdi? What are you doing here?"
Ferdi gave a cold laugh. "I've come to remind you what you need to do."