By the time Shawn received news of the mass breakout from Azkaban, he had already gone to bed.
He sat up in bed and pondered in the darkness for quite a while before replying to Lucius and Fudge, who had sent messages one after the other.
Hunt them down with everything you've got!
Throughout the night, the New-Style Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic's Aurors, and the Order of the Phoenix conducted a comprehensive search across England.
They turned the country upside down, searching even out-of-the-way corners like Knockturn Alley from top to bottom. Unfortunately, they still found no trace of the fugitives.
It was as though these people had vanished into thin air.
The Hardcore Death Eaters had not even contacted anyone among the New-Style Death Eaters.
Finally, Shawn had Tom try to locate them remotely through their Dark Marks, but that yielded no results either.
The situation was extremely strange.
The next morning, Shawn met Lucius and Fudge at his home. Neither had slept all night.
They had deliberately made themselves look haggard and disheveled, their foreheads covered in cold sweat as they reported on the search. Their acting was first-rate.
"My lord, the Dementor leader said those people had no emotions at all. The Dementors were completely unable to stop them."
"My lord, we've searched every place in England where someone could hide, unless the whole group has gone into a Safe House protected by the Fidelius Charm."
"My lord, we couldn't find Sirius, whom you specifically instructed us to look for, anywhere in Azkaban-not even his body. His whereabouts are unknown."
"..."
Shawn's expression betrayed neither pleasure nor anger. He simply sat there, sipping his tea.
In the end, he gave only a few calm instructions.
"All right, I understand. Monitor all unfamiliar wizards entering or