This Hogwarts is not normal

As the World Cup final approaches, more and more wizards come to the UK, and the British Ministry of Magic has finally improved its efficiency a little.

Including the fans who arrived early, there are now more than 200,000 wizards gathered in Dartmoor, and it is expected that this number will easily exceed 300,000 on the day of the final.

In order to maintain order at the scene, the Ministry of Magic once again set up a special team.

Tonks, who hadn't had a vacation for nearly three months, was very "honored" to be a part of it again.

She looked at the densely packed tents outside the gymnasium, and her hair suddenly turned red.

"Kingsley you son of a bitch!"

She cursed and turned back to the gym, her red hair becoming even brighter.

Wales, who is also a member of the special team, came over and handed her a small crystal ball.

"Tonks, we're going to check the entire gym today, you're in charge of the lawn here."

"Huh?" Tonks clenched her fists. "You're kidding me, right? There are at least 50 acres here. Do you know how long it will take?"

Wales looked very unhappy, as if he had eaten a fly.

He stuffed the crystal ball into Tonks' arms and said, "Don't complain to me. If you want to blame someone, blame Wayne Enterprises. They applied to the Ministry for today's inspection."

She hugged the crystal ball, "Then they must have a reason!"

Wales curled his lips, "They said that a considerable number of the magic projections set up in the gymnasium are prone to malfunction. If there is a scent of black magic nearby, it will seriously interfere with the signal transmission between it and the magic base station."

That's it?

After all, it is a large multinational company. How can we have the nerve to trouble the Ministry of Magic?

"I see." Tonks stared fiercely at the crystal ball in her arms, "My task is the lawn, right? I will finish it before I get off work."

After saying that, she turned her back and walked towards the working aisle of the auditorium angrily.

The area is as large as 50 acres, and I'm afraid it will take even until tomorrow night if I just walk.

There just happened to be plenty of brooms here, and you’d be a fool not to use them properly.

Next to the long work corridor are the players' lounges, and the broom room is in the corner at the end of the corridor.

Tonks pushed the door open and selected a Firebolt from the assortment of brooms.

The Ministry of Magic certainly would not be so extravagant as to equip the special team with a broom that costs tens of thousands of gold Galleons. Almost all the brooms stored here are those of the top eight teams in the finals.

As if thinking this would be too blatant, she put the Firebolt back and picked up another "Sigma" produced by the Sweep Company.

Following the "Alpha" of the previous year and the "Beta" of last year, this year's model brings a new generation with major upgrades.

Low-key black appearance, non-slip matte texture, light and comfortable feel.

Although its performance cannot be compared with that of the Firebolt, Sigma is undoubtedly the strongest broom in current mass production.

Tonks took it and left the broom shed, but she hadn't taken a few steps when she suddenly stopped.

If she remembered correctly, someone had swept up the company's shares.

"It's this kid again!"

She stuck the broom on the ground, turned on the magic communicator on her wrist, and pointed her fingertips at someone's portrait.

"Dududu-"

After waiting patiently for half a minute, Vincent's big face finally appeared on the projection screen.

"Tonks? Why did you come to me suddenly?"

"Heh..." Tonks sneered, "It's all because of you that I have to check the lawn with a broken crystal ball all day long."

Vincent blinked his big eyes innocently, "You've been assigned to the special team again? Why are you always so unlucky?"

Tonks glared at him fiercely, "That's because the higher-ups think I'm capable, so they repeatedly give me important tasks."

"Uh..." Vincent seemed to have something to say, but when he saw her expression, he didn't choose to expose her in the end.

"Well, Tonks, you just need to pretend."

Tonks' anger instantly disappeared. "Just pretending? Are you trying to cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic?"

Vincent put his index finger to his mouth, signaling her to be quiet.

He stood up and walked into a room on the projection screen.

Seeing how cautious he was, Tonks immediately realized that the so-called inspection was just a cover.

She picked up Sigma and returned to the broom closet, closing the door. "You're not the type to order people around. What exactly do you want to do?"

After careful consideration, Vincent stared into her eyes through the projection screen and said, "I'm looking for a mole, a mole hiding in the Ministry of Magic."

"What!" Tonks screamed, "What on earth is going on? There is no way there is a mole in the Ministry."

Vincent twitched his lips. "Is there any need to make such a fuss? Didn't Nose plant a spy in the Ministry of Magic when he was dominating the Ministry?"

August Rookwood, former employee of the Department of Mysteries.

If Igor Karkaroff had not betrayed him in order to protect himself, this senior and loyal Death Eater would probably still be lurking in the Ministry of Magic.

After more than ten years, maybe he will become a senior executive.

After a brief moment of surprise, Tonks's expression became even weirder.

She hesitated and spoke in a very low voice, "That guy has actually been dead for more than half a month. The senior officials in the department were afraid that it would deepen the panic among the people, so they didn't announce the news to the public."

Vincent was not surprised. He was used to it. "Your top leaders are probably afraid that they will be thrown off their posts by the people who are in extreme fear."

Tonks could not deny it. "That's what happens when Fudge is in power. If there really is a mole in the ministry as you said, he will definitely have a headache for a few days."

"Only a few days?" Vincent smiled grimly. "It's fine if he can't do his job well, and he's always thinking about making money for himself. Now he's even allowed a mole to infiltrate. His career as a minister is over."

"Shhh..." Tonks quickly covered the magic communicator on her wrist, "I'm hiding in the broom closet. If someone outside eavesdrops, you're doomed."

Vincent looked into her eyes with a smile across the projection screen, "It's okay, at worst we can die together."

Tonks' hair turned red again, "Go away, who wants to end up with you."

She looked towards the closed door cautiously, "Let's get serious, what's going on with the mole in the department?"

Vincent put away the smile on his face and told the whole story in detail.

After hearing this, Tonks also felt that there might be a traitor in the Ministry of Magic.

As for what his real purpose is, it depends on whether this sting operation can successfully lure him out.

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