"Who are you?" Robert looked at the second person in front of him and quickly drew his wand.
"I don't think he'd be stupid enough to answer your question, Robert."
Morris said, waving his right hand.
Under his command, bone spikes emerged from the void and shot towards the imposter Robert.
Fearing he might damage other items in the room, he carefully controlled his strength.
The imposter Robert reacted quite well, or rather, very well.
Almost instantly, he had drawn his wand and erected a defensive barrier.
Bone spikes struck the defensive barrier with a loud thud and scattered all over the ground.
"Is the Ministry of Magic's security this bad?" Morris couldn't help but ask. "By the way, is there Anti-Apparition Jinx here?"
"Of course," Robert said, his wand still firmly pointed at the person with the exact same face as himself. "This guy can't escape. Also, don't use magic on the Ageless Stone; it's not that sturdy."
While they were talking, the fake Robert clearly didn't want to get entangled any longer. He took to the air, half of his body turning into thick black smoke, and flew towards the door.
" Bone Summoning Spell!"
Morris reacted quickly, his bone spurs weaving together to completely block the door.
The fake Robert stretched out his hand and pointed his wand.
"Boom!"
A huge explosion rang out, and bone fragments flew in all directions, even leaving a small scratch on Robert's face.
The fake Robert flew out of the blasted hole.
"He can fly!" Robert's voice was urgent. "Catch him!"
The fake Robert was incredibly fast. Morris and Robert chased him out of the Time Chamber, then out of the Mysterious Affairs Hall, and into the corridor.
The earlier explosion attracted a lot of people, many of whom peeked out from the doors along the corridor to see what had happened.
"Intruder!" Robert shouted. "Grab him!"
Upon hearing this, two Ministry of Magic employees immediately pushed open the door and came out, raising their wands to try and stop the enemy.
But the fake Robert was too fast; he darted right past them.
At the end was an elevator, leaving the fake Robert nowhere to hide, but he didn't stop and rushed straight in.
By the time Morris and Robert caught up, the door was already closed.
"Don't worry," Robert began, "The elevator only serves Ministry of Ministry of Magic employees and those with visitor badges. He certainly doesn't have a badge, the elevator won't move, we just need to wait." Before he could finish speaking, the elevator doors opened.
However, the fake Robert was no longer among them; instead, a large, perfectly straight hole appeared in the ceiling of the elevator.
"Looks like he didn't actually take the elevator." Morris shrugged.
"￥#%!"
Robert, unusually, swore, "Go after them!"
Morris then asked, "The elevator is broken, so how are we going to get up? Are there any stairs?"
Robert fell silent.
At this moment, an older employee who came from behind said, "The stairs are in the first room on the left, and no one has used them for years. Also, what happened just now? I heard you say there was an intruder?"
"That person used Polyjuice Potion to sneak in, stole something, and then ran away. I don't think it was someone from the Ministry of Magic," Morris explained patiently.
The veteran employee's eyes widened. "Really?"
"No time for jokes!" Robert strode into the elevator and shouted, "An enemy has infiltrated and impersonated me using Polyjuice Potion! I am Robert Hilliard, an employee of the Department of Mysteries. Notify the Auror immediately!"
He was probably using the communication function of the elevator.
Morris didn't know how the system worked; it was probably similar to a walkie-talkie?
Just two seconds later, the piercing alarm sounded.
The response speed was acceptable, Morris nodded to himself.
"What do we do? Take the stairs?" he asked.
"What else can we do?" Robert said as he walked toward the room the old employee had mentioned.
Morris followed.
The stairs leading to the upper floor were very long; it took the two of them almost ten minutes to reach the end.
"The prisoner must have escaped by now," Morris said.
"Hopefully the Auror can stop him," Robert replied, leaning against the wall.
He was already panting heavily, his face covered in sweat.
He looked at Morris and was surprised to find that the other man was not sweating at all, his complexion was normal, and even his breathing was steady.
Are their physical abilities really that different?
Robert shook his head, refocusing his attention on the scene before him.
They had reached the end of the stairs, where only a small wooden door stood before them.
Without saying a word, Robert pushed the door open.
After crossing the threshold, the two arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic.
Morris looked back and saw that they had come out from inside the wall next to the row of elevators.
There was a large hole in the door of one of the elevators.
It's obvious that the fake Robert came from there.
Looking around, there were hardly any people in the hall, except for a few Auror carrying wands, walking back and forth.
Upon seeing Morris and Robert, they immediately rushed over.
The leader was a man wearing a pinstripe suit and a purple cloak, his boots making a crisp sound as they hit the ground.
"That's Rufus Scrimgeour," Robert whispered to Morris, " the Head of the Auror Office."
Scrimgeour's eyes were sharp, his hand resting on his wand at his waist, his posture alert, as if he might attack at any moment.
This person was clearly a well-trained Auror.
" Mr. Hilliard?" Scrimgeour asked.
"It was me," Robert said quickly. "Someone impersonated me and stole something from the Department of Mysteries. Did you catch him?"
"It's a pity," Scrimgeour shook his head, his face grim. "He escaped."
"Damn it," Robert muttered under his breath.
This is undoubtedly bad news.
Fudge stepped out of an elevator.
" Merlin, what happened?" He rushed over and looked at Scrimgeour. "I need an explanation."
Before Scrimgeour could speak, Robert explained the whole story.
Upon hearing this, Fudge's face contorted with anger.
"Someone actually managed to break into the Ministry of Magic and steal things?!" he said incredulously. "What about our security measures?"
"Nobody knows how he got in," Scrimgeour said. "By the time we arrived, he had already left the Ministry of Magic."
Fudge shouted, "Go investigate immediately!"
"Of course, Minister," Scrimgeour said, looking at him in a low voice, "We're looking for clues at the scene; at the very least, we need to identify him."