Right on time.
When he heard the news, Dumbledore's expression turned serious.
"Take me there!"
"Okay."
Samuel didn't refuse. This was exactly why he'd asked Dumbledore to come help.
After giving the driver a quick instruction, the group turned around and headed to the crime scene.
It was awful. Truly awful.
The victim was a middle-aged wizard. His bloodstained name badge lay nearby, his name engraved on it.
"Thomas Efferson."
"He's from the Department of Magical Transportation. I knew him."
Samuel gritted his teeth and personally covered the dead man with a white sheet.
"I'm very sorry."
Dumbledore removed his hat to express his condolences.
He thought Thomas might have been a good man, or perhaps an interesting fellow. Either way, he must have been memorable enough for the chairman of the American Magical Congress to know his name.
Voldemort
had caused far too many tragedies.
He deserved to be wiped out!
"Chairman, come over here. We've made a new discovery."
Just then, one of the people carefully processing the scene spoke up, drawing Samuel and Dumbledore's attention.
They exchanged a glance, then headed in the indicated direction.
When Dumbledore saw the so-called "new discovery," he couldn't help frowning.
The thing on the ground was unmistakably an arm, pure white as jade, as though it had been drained of every last drop of blood!
"What is this?"
Anxious, Samuel started forward without thinking.
But Dumbledore grabbed him and held him back.
"Careful. It could be a trap!"
That was certainly possible.
Voldemort wasn't just cruel; he was cunning, too.
Leaving an intentional opening and laying a vicious curse on it would be perfectly in character.
"Right."
Samuel had lost his head for a moment.
Heeding Dumbledore's warning, he came to his senses and cautioned the Ministry of Magic personnel.
"Everyone,