The Inaction of the Ministry of Magic

Perhaps some things were destined to remain secret.

It was not only what had happened underground, nor the battle itself.

There was also what the black-robed wizard from the Department of Mysteries did next.

After successfully "calming" the disturbance at the Ministry of Magic aboveground, the black-robed wizard—perhaps he could be called Azman the "Observer"—did not return to his office deep within the Department of Mysteries, piled high with forbidden texts and strange creations. Instead, like a ghost blending into the background, he silently appeared once more before the door leading to the underground area.

At that moment, the place where the gate to the African version of Azkaban stood was giving off a glow that seemed to warn of trouble within, while leaking an ominous aura.

It came from that fallen god.

Yet Azman the "Observer" found nothing unusual about it and paid it no mind.

Nor was he the only one. Before the door stood two other wizards at some unknown point, likewise dressed in pure black robes, their faces hidden beneath the shadows of their hoods.

They were like two lifeless statues.

Only the fluctuations radiating from them, stemming from the same source as Azman's—the cold, obscure aura unique to Department of Mysteries wizards—proved that they too were members of the Department of Mysteries.

None of them exchanged a single word.

Azman's gaze briefly met that of one of them. It was an exchange of looks beyond language, filled with complex information and mutual understanding.

The other gave an almost imperceptible nod, indicating that everything outside was under control.

Azman did not hesitate further. He extended a hand so pale it was nearly bloodless and pressed it against the stone door, which was covered in defensive runes but had grown somewhat dim from the impacts within.

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