This Hogwarts is not normal

After breakfast,

Unexpectedly, Vincent was surrounded by his friends again.

"Don't ask, I did it."

After hearing the current situation of those Muggles, the anger that had been suppressed just now burned up again.

Fred and George bluntly said that they would let the witch slag hang in the street, and a simple kiss from the dementor was too cheap for them.

Rove thinks this is too cruel, and should be put in Aragog's lair, so that the big cuties can "pamper" them well.

Cedric raised his hand in favor and offered to treat while he gnawed.

Daphne felt that Jomgand could actually "treat" them well.

Hermione agreed with her, and made them drink Snape's carefully brewed poison drop by drop.

Vincent looked around and found that all the friends around him were talents.

Burning the wands of the witches and leaving them alone with the harpies on the island of Mavibestia in the Pacific could not be more kind.

"Well, the people are with Professor Dumbledore, and the Ministry of Magic will take them all away."

But before that, they will certainly not be better off than Quirrell and Lockhart.

Tuesday morning.

Aberforth at the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade opened his shop as usual.

The source of customers is the same as usual, there will be no wizards at all.

He went to the bar, sat down, and opened the newspaper that had just arrived.

As a "virtuous" reporter, Rita is trying to find the Muggle victims.

Today she's going deep into Half Girl's bar owner, Tash Hemond.

Despite the brief listening, Aberforth still had trouble controlling his emotions.

The Muggles who hurt my sister Ariana deserved it, and all of them were innocent.

He didn't hate Muggles, just bullying.

The newspaper ends with a monologue in which Rita scolds the witch scum and convinces everyone to trust the Ministry of Magic.

[Under the wise leadership of Minister Fudge, those witch slags who deserve the dementor's kiss will definitely be caught! ]

Aberforth put away the newspaper with indifferent eyes, and pushed open a small door leading to the wine cellar.

In the dim candlelight, dozens of blindfolded people could be vaguely seen hanging upside down.

His burning eyes gradually calmed down.

No water, no food.

It's not abuse, it's unnecessary.

In a few hours, they will all be taken away.

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Fudge, who came out of the "Daily Prophet" headquarters, lightly rubbed his frowning brows.

If it hadn't come fast enough, today's news would be Muggle victims.

Just back at the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour is back too.

"Minister Fudge, the magic test results are indeed them."

Fudge sat at his desk, not looking at the mountain of papers,

"Any clues from the doctors and nurses?"

Scrimgeour took out two pieces of parchment from his arms, "There is no specific appearance, only the back of a model lake.

I'm going to lead a team to investigate Knockturn Alley and Spider's End, but you'd better not get too excited. "

Neighbors who were friendly yesterday turned their backs completely today.

And they basically don't need their real names, so I have to thank Merlin to find out what they look like.

Fudge's brow that had just been smoothed was wrinkled again,

"Are you sure that Tash has no relatives?"

"Sure, he's been living alone in Knockturn Alley since his parents died."

On the surface, he is running a bar that sells information, but behind the scenes, he arrests Muggles for inhumane torture.

"Knock, knock—" it was Dawlish who knocked on the door.

After he came in, he put a document on the table, and then stood patiently at the door of the office.

Fudge glanced briefly, then pushed it towards Scrimgeour,

"Intervention application of the International Federation of Wizards, our time is running out."

Signed underneath is President Dumbledore.

Only one day has passed, and it has risen to the international level.

Scrimgeour, who was already under a lot of pressure, smiled wryly,

"With all due respect, we simply don't have enough clues at the moment, and launching a scapegoat will only make things worse."

"Of course there are clues." Fudge put down his right hand that was gently rubbing between his brows, "The black magic aura using the blasting spell is everywhere in Spider's End Alley."

"But those are the two mysterious—"

"No one cares about the truth." His eyes signaled Dawlish to go out first,

"Listen, Rufus, I haven't met the Muggle Prime Minister until now. If the situation escalates further, we wizards will lose all face."

Anyway, they are all witch scum, so it is not surprising that they can use black magic.

Scrimgeour sighed inwardly.

Yesterday I swore that I would not let those two mysterious wizards go, but today I will push them to the front of the stage to attract the attention of the public.

If this continues, it is possible to become a hero in the magic world.

"I see, Minister Fudge."

He opened the office door, and stared at Dawlish at the end of the corridor in silence for a while.

It seems that I want to say something, but I don't know where to start.

I hope this young and upright Auror will not change because of political games and compromises.

Find as many clues as you can until Fudge reduces the risk as usual.

After a simple lunch, Scrimgeour led the team to Knockturn Alley and Spider's End Alley again.

Tonks, who was out on a mission for the first time, was very nervous.

It has become so serious that she, a newly promoted Auror, must be under great pressure from society and the world.

Of course, the whole team can't squeeze the elevator.

Apparating to the ground, she saw her colleagues all gathered around the phone booth.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that there were several wizards tied up in ragged clothes and blindfolded.

They were still breathing, so they were probably asleep.

"Director, there are also in the alley!" Jin Si said and went back inside.

Scrimgeour walked over with a complicated expression.

The clothes were also tattered, his hands and feet were also tied together, and his eyes were also blindfolded.

Came quietly to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, put people down and left without leaving a trace?

Not to mention apparition, there is not even the moving breath of magical creatures.

"Search the neighborhood thoroughly! Don't let go of even a small stone!"

Tonks remembered the teachings of his teacher Moody.

Stealth, camouflage and tracking are just the basics, what matters is extraordinary insight and flexible mind.

She knelt down and swept her eyes to the ground, and then looked at the position where Ken found the tied wizard one after another.

They are all places that are not obvious, but Aurors will definitely step forward to check.

On purpose, definitely on purpose.

A total of 53 people, all wounded, and all unconscious.

Taking off the blindfold, Scrimgeour looked at their faces one by one.

It seems that several of them are missing wizards from Knockturn Alley, and the fat wizard who was injured the most is from the holy 28 pure-blood family.

"Director, he belongs to the Rolle family!" Jinsi came to recognize him.

The Roll family was once one of Voldemort's most loyal servants.

In order to avoid the trial of the court, they almost spent all the wealth of the family, and they could only live in seclusion in Knockturn Alley.

What this group of wizards have in common, then, is obvious.

"It must be them!" Tonks shouted excitedly, "They're the scumbag customers of that bar!"

Scrimgeour scowled.

To take people away and send them back is to provoke the Ministry of Magic.

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