Dumbledore's letter owl glided in the night, crossing mountains, rivers and clouds, and finally landed in London Ministry of Magic's letter transmission tower.
It deposited the letter accurately into a silver container marked "Private Letters of the Minister."
The container is filled with letters from all over the world.
Soon after, a witch wearing a lavender robe walked into the tower and began a routine inspection.
The witch's name is Allison Robb. She belongs to "Department of Spell Defense" and is responsible for detecting whether letters sent to Minister for Magic contain curses or traps.
She skillfully raised her wand and cast counter-spells and scans on each letter.
However, when she saw the letter with the sender written "Albus Dumbledore", her movements froze slightly.
That moment of hesitation was so subtle that almost no one noticed it.
Then, she continued the operation as if nothing had happened - only, when the spell detection was completed, she did not put the letter into the "safe letters" pile, but quietly stuffed it into the secret compartment under the table.
After a few seconds, the letter disappeared into thin air.
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At the same time, in the office of the Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement Division, Amelia·Bones was being overwhelmed by piles of documents.
There is a Blue-Flame Magic Lamp on her table, with the wick flowing like water.
It was the only decoration in her office, and it was a magical device designed to receive specific messages.
Suddenly, the blue flame flickered and turned green.
An envelope with a magic seal slipped out of the flames.
Amelia frowned and picked up the letter. "... from Dumbledore, addressed to Fudge?"
Her instinct immediately sounded the alarm.
After thinking for a moment, she took out a silver mirror from the drawer.
The mirror slowly expanded under her spell, reflecting the scene on the other side -
A tired-looking man with messy hair.
That is Ian.
"Ian, you look terrible." Amelia frowned.
"I'm just too focused on research." Ian's voice was low and calm.
"I don't need sleep, but my body occasionally reminds me that I'm still in the human realm."
"Although you are immortal, don't use your body as a test subject." She sighed softly, then raised the letter, "I have something that I need you to deal with."
"Let me guess--Dumbledore?"
Amelia nodded and put the letter into the magic lantern.
A few seconds later, another Blue-Flame Magic Lamp in front of Ian suddenly lit up, and the letter fell out of the flames.
With a flick of his wand, the envelope's magic seal was peeled off.
Several silver light symbols flashed in the air, revealing the contents of the letter.
Ian finished scanning quickly, his brows barely moving.
"It seems that he did notice it."
"So fast?" Amelia frowned, "We just intercepted the letters."
"Albus Dumbledore did not become the 'greatest wizard of our time' by relying on talent," Ian said lightly, "He is so wise that it is almost dangerous."
Amelia was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to do it?"
"No need." Ian put down the letter and smiled lightly, "I learned a lot from your consultant Muggles.
The art of politics does not require a magic wand."
Amelia smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I still remember their expressions when they first saw me.
It took just one hour for top Muggle politicians and scholars from various countries to point out the absurdity of the Ministry of Magic's laws.
They said - 'These systems are simply an insult to human intelligence'."
She sighed, "That day, my self-esteem completely collapsed."
Ian There is no comfort.
He knew that his aunt was undergoing a mental reshaping.
This group of Muggles consultants come from the fields of technology, finance, social management, military strategy, etc.
Under the guidance of his plan, he has become the founder behind "New Order".
"Auntie." Ian said calmly, "Wizarding World's backwardness essentially comes from arrogance.
We pride ourselves on mastering miracles, but we forget that 'reason' is the greatest magic."
Amelia nodded, but sighed, "Sometimes I really can't imagine what you want this world to be like."
Ian chuckled and didn't answer.
He stretched out his hand to hold it, and hundreds of tiny runes appeared in the air, sealing the letter again.
"Okay." He said, "Now, even Dumbledore himself can't tell that this letter has been tampered with."
Amelia took the envelope back with a complicated expression.
"What if he chooses to use force to stop us?"
Ian smiled calmly, "Then let him try."
That determined tone was like stating a physical law, not a threat.
Amelia finally showed a reassuring smile.
"How many more days will it take for you to go back to Hogwarts to teach?"
"Of course," Ian smiled slightly, "Hogwarts will be New Order's first Cornerstone."
After saying that, the two ended the communication.
Amelia put the letter back into the blue flame. As the green light flashed, the letter returned to its original path.
The letter-detection witch is still working as usual,
She put the letter into the "safety mail" pile with a normal expression.
Everything seems normal--
However, just a few hours later, an inexplicable rumor quickly spread within Ministry of Magic.
Finally it reached the ears of Minister for Magic Fudge.
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At the same time, Ian ended communication with Amelia,
Sitting in front of the desk, looking at a contract with silver light patterns.
That was the Soul Contract he planned to use to "obtain Dumbledore's memory and knowledge."
The contract lines are so complex that it makes your scalp numb,
Each one represents a different level of soul restraint.
He touched the contract lightly with his fingertips and pondered for a long time.
"I have obtained the memories of Grindelwald and Voldemort," he murmured to himself,
"But Dumbledore--he represents the other extreme. If there are three Fusion, I can see the essence of 'restriction' clearly."
However, he did not act immediately.
"The time has not come yet." He whispered.
Ian planned the best moment--
When Dumbledore's energy Divine Power is the most exhausted and his mood is the most shaken.
At that time, he does not need to use violence, and the contract will be established naturally.
He put away the contract and turned back to the laboratory.
The talisman array there rotates in mid-air, and the pulses of magical energy beat like a heartbeat.
Lines of light patterns were recorded on the air panel in front of him.