This Hogwarts is not normal

The World Cup continues and fans around the world are excited again.

People were even more enthusiastic than before the attack, especially the 23 wizards who remained in the camp.

"Forget the sadness and welcome a better tomorrow." This is the latest slogan of the British Ministry of Magic.

Just as they expected, the negative impact is gradually disappearing and there are fewer discordant voices internationally.

The crisis was resolved, but there has been no progress in the investigation.

Scrimgeour felt very uneasy during the daily routine meetings, fearing that Fudge and other senior executives would ask about the progress.

"Rufus, any new clues recently?"

It's time to come.

Scrimgeour stood up straight. "Everyone, the Auror Office has already checked all the missing persons three days before the attack. After our investigation, we can basically confirm that the disappearance of these five people has nothing to do with the Death Eaters."

That's it?

The top executives were all disappointed, and Fudge even looked extremely ugly.

Everything is going well, except for the investigation.

Scrimgeour did not want to let the team down, but the Death Eaters had completely disappeared and there was no clue about the person who was suspected of being kidnapped. He had no choice but to go back to square one and could not find a direction to investigate.

His difficulties obviously would not be a reason for the top management to sympathize with him.

If there is no trace of the Death Eaters, then go look for them, dig deep into the ground.

If the wizarding world can't find any clues about the kidnapped person, then they'll look for him in the Muggle world, even the homeless.

Scrimgeour became more and more angry as he listened and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He slammed the long conference table hard, and the whole room fell silent instantly.

"Everyone, more than half of our Auror Office staff have been assigned to the special team! Even with the nine people who are recovering from injuries, we are not able to complete the mission you have assigned us!"

After hearing this roar, even Fudge was stunned for a while.

Umbridge, who was the first to react, also stood up and slammed the table.

Maybe she used too much force. Her whole face turned red. "Director Scrimgeour, what do you mean by that? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?"

Scrimgeour was about to retort, but Fudge glared at Umbridge and told her to sit back down.

Although his anger had mostly subsided, he still clenched his fists tightly. "You all know the situation in the department. We have mobilized all the personnel that can be mobilized in order to continue the World Cup."

He calmed down a little and glanced at everyone present. "It's not that I want to shirk responsibility, but an investigation like a headless fly will not have much effect at all, even if there are more people."

Everyone present here is a smart person, and they all know the truth that it is never enough.

Even though everyone understood the idea, no one had the courage to speak out.

Now that Scrimgeour had said it clearly, they could no longer play dumb.

"How about we postpone the investigation for now?"

"I think it's feasible."

"Now we should focus fully on the World Cup."

"That's right. As long as we do it well, there will definitely be no more discordant voices."

The senior executives talked to each other and finally made Scrimgeour feel better.

After discussion, the investigation into the attack can be postponed, but the Auror Office must prioritize ensuring that no accidents occur again during the World Cup.

Scrimgeour gladly accepted the task.

He also made a suggestion, "Mr. Moody is an expert in dealing with Death Eaters. We can hire him as a special consultant to investigate the attack. I believe that with his help, we will soon find a new breakthrough."

Fudge pondered for a moment and finally agreed.

Hiring Moody's concern special adviser would certainly increase the outside world's trust in the British Ministry of Magic, even if the investigation made no progress, it would only damage the reputation of this legendary Auror.

Fudge's calculations went smoothly, but someone had already set their sights on Moody earlier than them.

There is a winding and rugged country path on the outskirts of Surrey, a beautiful county, which leads to an asphalt road.

However, if you cast the right magic at the right place, a three-story building made of red bricks will appear next to the path.

Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand with a smile and waved it gently towards the small building.

All the invisible magic traps were instantly dispelled.

Soon, the door of the small building opened a crack from the inside, and a magic wand stretched out.

"It's me, Alastor."

After hearing Dumbledore's voice, Moody opened the door, but he still held his wand tightly in his hand.

His magical eyes, which could see through everything, scanned Dumbledore from bottom to top.

After confirming again, he finally put down his wand, "Albus, you just destroyed my carefully laid trap."

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand gently. "Now they are restored."

Moody turned and walked into the house, "Come in."

Dumbledore went in and found more magic traps. "Alastor, what are you doing?"

"Be vigilant, especially in times like these."

In fact, Moody had already seen Dumbledore outside the door through his magic eye. It seems that the retirement life of this legendary Auror is not peaceful at all.

Not only did he have to guard against revenge from the wizards he had arrested, but he also had to be prepared for a "visit" from the Death Eaters at any time.

Dumbledore came to a worn round wooden table and sat down, "Alastor, you are too well prepared, even with deadly dark magic traps."

Moody opened a wooden box on the table, picked up a handful of tea leaves and put them into the faded silver teapot next to him.

"Albus, I know that man has returned. These little arrangements can't kill him, or even cause him any trouble."

Not to mention the Horcruxes, Voldemort's body alone had undergone countless magical transformations, and ordinary spells were like tickling him.

Moody pointed his wand at the silver teapot, and the water in it quickly boiled.

He poured two cups of tea and then sat down.

"Albus, you came to me today, are you in any trouble?"

Dumbledore smiled and took a sip of tea, "Alastor, can't I just come here to visit you?"

Moody had a blank expression, disbelief written all over his face.

"Okay." Dumbledore put down his teacup without any embarrassment.

"I came here specifically to invite you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts next semester."

Moody thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, the children do need to learn some self-defense methods."

The British wizarding world has been peaceful for too long, so long that the reappearance of the Dark Mark would cause chaos, and so long that people are about to lose the courage to face the Death Eaters.

If the children in school were like them, the British wizarding world would be completely finished.

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