"It was precisely because you said nothing just now that I became even more certain of what you wanted to do."
"..."
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Edward suddenly laughed. "Haven't I been thinking all this time about how to act as a Mental Patient? I just had a great idea."
"What?"
"How about sending Fudge a big gift?"
A cold glint flashed in Edward's eyes. "A gift he'll never forget for the rest of his life."
That evening.
Outside a dilapidated red telephone booth on a London street.
A man in old-fashioned clothes walked up to the booth and had just finished dialing when his body suddenly went limp and he lost consciousness.
Edward stuffed him into a leather bag prepared in advance with an Undetectable Extension Charm, casually tossed it onto the street, then waved his wand and transformed into his likeness.
Just then, the telephone booth activated, descending rapidly like an elevator.
Moments later, it arrived at the main hall on the eighth underground level of the British Ministry of Magic.
"Good evening, Mr. Corey." A female Warlock greeted Edward with a smile. He nodded slightly and headed straight for the elevators.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, he lightly tossed a gold coin. "I can get a Time-Turner tonight."
The numbered side landed faceup, indicating no.
Edward frowned. "I remember the Ministry's management of Time-Turners wasn't particularly strict."
Without much hesitation, he used [Lunatic on the Right], making the result of his divination false.
Ding.
The elevator doors opened, stopping at the Department of Mysteries on the ninth underground level, where the room housing the Time-Turners was located. But he did not get out, instead pressing the button for level -1.
Just as the doors were about to close,