Late at night, the Apostles Base lay silent. Moonlight slipped through the clouds and washed its buildings in a faint silver glow.
"Lord Blackwing, you're here!"
In the office, Jerry, disguised as Blackwing, carefully read the documents Andre Albert had handed him.
Twenty minutes later, Jerry set them down and asked, "How's the plan coming along?"
"Don't worry, my lord. It's going even better than we expected! Yesterday, we disguised ourselves as Pure-Blood Party members and attacked Vincent Martin again. The old man seems scared out of his wits. He's assigned more than fifty Aurors to protect him."
Jerry was surprised. Vincent Martin was so old, yet he was still that afraid of dying. Aside from those posted elsewhere, the French Ministry of Magic had only a little over eighty Aurors stationed at headquarters. The old man had taken nearly seventy percent of them for himself!
"And our people inside the Ministry of Magic sent word that the French Minister for Magic will make an unannounced visit to Denmark tomorrow morning. He'll take another twenty Aurors with him," Andre Albert continued.
"Is the information reliable?" Jerry asked.
"Absolutely," Andre Albert replied.
Jerry fell into thought. A moment later, he said, "Tell everyone we move tomorrow night!"
The next evening, Jerry sat in a café not far from the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic, discreetly watching the Apostles enter in separate groups.
Blackwing's identity had to remain secret, and he had to wear a black hooded coat whenever he appeared. It was too conspicuous, so Jerry did not follow the Apostles. Instead, he entered the Ministry's Great Hall alone as Jerry Green.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm looking for Mr. Ross!"
At the reception desk, Jerry made full use of his looks. Wearing an innocent expression, he asked politely.
"Ross,