A Young Man, Become a Spy

Just as Muya had expected, Scrimgeour did not even trust Dumbledore, let alone a young witch like her who looked barely grown. No matter how busy the Ministry of Magic was, the people he sent arrived nearby that very night.

"They seem to have a lot of help," an Auror said.

The rather dim-witted-looking Auror beside him glanced at the building that stood out sharply from its surroundings, then scratched his head. "How so? I think it looks fine?" At least there had not been a massive explosion that alerted the Muggles and forced the Ministry into overtime.

"Camille, sometimes I really think working overtime with you is torture..." The Auror covered his face in pain.

A flash of light streaked past. The dim-witted-looking Auror dragged the other Auror down to the ground. "Watch out!"

The plants where the light struck rapidly withered away, and the two Aurors' faces instantly went pale at the sight.

A screen suddenly lit up beside them, and a young girl's cheerful voice rang out. "Oh my, I didn't expect you to really come. I didn't recognize you just now and thought you were thieves. I'm sure you don't mind, right?"

Looking at the golden glow on the screen, the two exchanged glances before fleeing in terror.

Scrimgeour had only said there was an underage witch here and a Hogwarts Potions professor. He had not mentioned dangerous weapons or a gold-glowing ghost!

At Riddle Manor, Tom had captured a vampire and was currently interrogating him in the basement. Muya was there as well.

Icy iron chains bound the vampire's hands and feet.

The man knelt on the floor, his long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, his handsome face pale as paper.

"What exactly do you want to know?" The man glared furiously at