"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Do you have any idea that the French Ministry of Magic has become the laughingstock of the Wizarding World?"
Victor's roar carried all the way downstairs from the Minister's Office.
As the French Minister for Magic, he had spent the past few weeks preparing for the upcoming election. But what happened today had shattered his hopes of another term.
Forget reelection. He would thank his lucky stars if he wasn't driven from office and condemned as a disgrace in French magical history!
"Minister, the Auror who was controlled has come to. Should we bring him in now?" a Ministry of Magic employee asked cautiously.
"Bring him here. Now!"
Faced with his furious superior, the employee didn't dare delay. He ran out and brought the man to the office.
Before long, a haggard-looking Auror was led in.
"Tell me exactly what happened."
"I... I don't remember much. I only remember a few Dark Wizards bursting into the office and taking control of us."
"Fuck! You're Aurors! Did it never occur to you to fight back?" The man's stammering only made Victor angrier.
"We..."
In fairness, they could hardly be blamed. The French Empire had its own way of doing things!
"I don't want to hear any more excuses. Tell me something useful!"
The Auror had made Victor's head spin. He dropped into his chair.
"I... I only remember that their leader was called Blackwing. That's all I know. Minister, they used the Imperius Curse on us..."
When the Auror tried to defend himself again, Victor waved for someone to take him away. He had heard enough.
"Send Baptiste to my office. And where is Vincent Martin? Has that idiot still not arrived?"
"Minister, you wanted to see me?"
Baptiste arrived at the Minister's Office soon after receiving the