The unrest caused by the Dark Mark did not subside easily. When Vincent and Dumbledore returned, the Ministry of Magic was still struggling to maintain order.
Umbridge, who had rushed to the front, had filthy handprints all over her pink coat. Who knew whose tastes were that awful?
Fudge stood some distance behind her, clearly preoccupied. He was probably trying to figure out how to cover up Peter Pettigrew's rescue.
During that exceptionally bloody wizarding war, whenever someone was killed by Voldemort or the Death Eaters, a Dark Mark would appear in the sky.
For wizards who had lived through it, it was a terror carved deep into their bones.
Even though no one had been killed this time, Peter Pettigrew had indeed been rescued.
The return of the Death Eaters could not possibly be concealed.
The moment Vincent and Dumbledore returned, Sirius Black and the other two hurried over, their faces filled with anxiety.
"Did you find him?"
"No. They used Fiendfyre to burn away every trace."
Sirius Black clenched his fists tightly. "Damn it! How did this happen?"
Though Lupin remained silent, his eyes were filled with rage as well.
Harry went without saying. The enemy who had murdered his parents had been rescued; no one could have been angrier than him.
Vincent gave Dumbledore a meaningful glance. "I need to check on my family. You can take your time talking."
The prophecy could not be kept hidden forever. This was the perfect opportunity to reveal it.
Dumbledore understood the hint, but he did not raise the Elder Wand to block out the surrounding noise until Vincent had disappeared into the crowded throng.
"Harry, Remus, Sirius Black, I have something very important to tell you."
Meanwhile, Vincent quickly pushed through the panicked crowd and reached his family.
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