A New Lead

He kicked open the door to a room on the top floor.

Rowle rushed in, slammed the door shut, and headed straight for the bowl of Floo Powder next to the Floo Network.

Then he stopped.

Because the air in front of the Floo Network rippled like water, Rock Rowle saw a person sitting there.

The man had Silver-Gray hair, a cold and hard face, one hand casually resting on the armrest, and the other fiddling with a Wand.

Scrimgeour looked at him with a hint of mockery on his face.

"You're looking for this?"

He picked up a bottle from the table with his other hand, held it up, and shook it.

The bottle contained a bright green powder— Floo Powder. Upon seeing this, Rock Rowle knew he couldn't escape.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly waved his Wand: "Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light shot straight toward Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour didn't use his Wand; he raised his left hand, fingers spread.

The green light vanished before him, Rock Rowle's eyes widened in shock. "Are you kidding me?!"

The Killing Curse dissipated in mid-air? What on earth happened?

Given Rock Rowle's skill level, he naturally couldn't see the invisible barrier that Will had created by directly using Transfiguration.

Immediately afterwards, Rock Rowle saw Scrimgeour snap his Finger Snap.

"Snap!"

Rowle felt as if his wrist had been struck by a hammer; there seemed to be a cracking sound as his bones snapped, and his Wand flew out of his hand.

The pain made him shudder.

The second blow struck the back of his knees, and Rowle fell to his knees.

The third blow landed on the back of his neck, causing him to fall forward, his face pressed against the cold floor. His vision went black, and his ears rang.

He tried to struggle to get up, but a boot had already stepped on his head, rendering him unable to move.

Rowle's face was pressed against the floor, utterly humiliated—as a noble Pure-blood, a member of the Rowle Family, he was being trampled on! This was a complete disgrace!

"You bastard—you... hehehe..."

Rowle tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat.

Then came excruciating pain in his limbs, followed by the stench of blood. It was as if his limbs had been pierced by some sharp weapon and pinned to the ground; the intense pain almost made him faint.

Will performed Legilimency on Rock Rowle.

A few minutes later, Will cast a small green Charms on Rock Rowle's head. "Avada Kedavra."

Seeing Rock Rowle, who had lost all signs of life, Will felt relieved—this guy knew quite a lot, and he was aware of some of his plans.

He died because he knew too much; Will didn't want him to live.

Three minutes later.

The Office door was blown open, and five Auror in, Wand raised—

Then they saw the body on the ground, and also "Scrimgeour" standing by the window, adjusting his cuffs.

"Minister?" The leading Auror paused, "Are you alright?"

Will turned around, his expression unchanged.

"He attacked me," Will said. "So he's dead."

The Auror exchanged glances, but no one spoke—the minister's actions were a bit frightening.

"Clean up his body. I've already searched his memory." "Will" continued, "Rock Rowle, the Vice President of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, is a Death Eaters."

Over the past year, he has provided the Death Eaters with at least forty batches of various Potions and helped establish several distribution channels to the Knockturn Alley black market.

When the Ministry of Magic needs Potions, they'll find ways to cause problems with the Potions, or simply create a 'shortage' of Potions.

He paused.

"Now, seal off the entire building," Will ordered. "No one is allowed to enter or leave. All documents, all medicines, all ledgers, seal them all up."

Then have the people who were prepared in advance come over to register the pharmacists within the association.

"Yes!"

"Also—" He walked to the door, stopped, and glanced back at the corpse.

"Notify the Daily Prophet to send a team of reporters to handle the scene, and also notify St. Mungo's's to make arrangements for the wounded."

He thought about it.

"Understood, Minister."

The Auror filed out and began to carry out the orders.

The Office fell silent again.

Will slowly pulled a roll of Parchment from his pocket—the one he had taken from Rock Rowle.

The information above bothered Will a lot.

This contains information about Potions in the Wizarding World, including the home addresses of dozens of people, information about all their family members, and their travel habits.

Rock Rowle didn't know what use it was, but Lucius had asked him to collect it, saying it was the Dark Lord's order, so he didn't dare to neglect it.

Will did see something wrong.

Voldemort couldn't have gathered this information by simply offering help; there must have been someone, a family member...

Based on Voldemort's modus operandi...

Will felt he understood something; perhaps there were some aspects of it that could be worked out.

It seems I can reap some benefits from this...