The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The Death Eater was yelling arrogantly one second to submit Gemma to the courtroom, but Hermione twisted her neck the next second.

"Couldn't you be more straightforward?" Cyrus grumbled.

"Do you think I want to be touched by this kind of insect?" Gemma shook off her stiff hand in disgust, "Those people just outside... No one knows who will betray you next, Runcorn is the most typical"

Where the Death Eaters entered from the cubicle was their workshop.

Gemma swiftly stored the dead Death Eater in the cabinet. The next time someone found out, it might be when he stinks, but she had nothing to do with it by then.

Compared with before, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was no longer as glittering as it used to be, and it was even darker in Cyrus' memory.

The statues of the wizard and the centaur were replaced, and a witch and a wizard sat on the throne, looking down at every passing Ministry of Magic staff.

The throne under the witch and witch... where is the chair?They were clearly deliberate vilified and distorted Muggles.

"Magic is power..." Gemma looked at the bronzing text under the throne, "It's exactly the same as what you said, they shifted the responsibility to Muggles, and preached hatred of Muggles and wizards of Muggle descent"

Just kidding, if she never knew what Cyrus and Hermione used to do at school, she might be a second Runcorn.

They merged into the stream of witches and wizards, and walked towards the golden gate at the end of the hall. After passing through the golden fence, there was an elevator. Hermione and Cyrus, wearing the cloak of invisibility, squeezed into a corner as much as possible.

But Gemma stood in front of them and collided with a little wizard who looked like a ferret.

"Hey...?" He looked listless.

"Cattermole, the place where we go to work is the second floor." Gemma immediately became vigilant when she saw the ninth floor he had pressed and heard the voice of 'Department of Mysteries' being broadcast.

The Department of Mysteries leads to the Hall of Judgment.

"I...my wife is being interrogated today..." Cattermole seemed to be in danger, "Say hello to Mafalda for me, I may not be able to go to work today, if I am unlucky"

"Your wife?"

"My wife's parents were greengrocers, ordinary Muggles..."

"I'm sorry" Hermione couldn't help persuading, but immediately shut her mouth again, because Gemma was frightened and squeezed her back with her back.

"Hmm...Okay..." Fortunately, Cattermole didn't find anything, but thanked, "I thought...you are the kind of person who doesn't care about anything but your own affairs, I hope-- Hope to pass."

The elevator descended first, reached the ninth floor, and then slowly rose to the second floor.

Every time one floor passed, some positions would be vacated one after another. They stopped for a while at the elf contact place, and finally the two wizards also left, and the atmosphere dropped to zero in an instant.

"This is the interrogation you said?!"

"After a large number of wizards left Diagon Alley and entered the Muggle society, many people in the Ministry of Magic began to waver, but the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters righteously beat those people into sinners and investigated the Ministry of Magic..."

Some people even debunked and reported on each other, and countless people were thrown into prison.

The students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang were detained in the UK by the Death Eaters under the title of "exposing the magic world".

"Where are they kept?" Cyrus continued.

"Stop making trouble... It's already very difficult for you to pass the inspection and enter the Ministry of Magic." Gemma pressed the door button frequently, and said irritably, "Now you don't have the back-up you had back then, so don't even think about it."

She even made a point of revisiting her parentage.

This means that even if the Death Eater's body is found later, the least serious consequence for her is to be re-interrogated.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the largest department of the Ministry of Magic, which is equivalent to the center of the police and judicial system, so Cyrus and Hermione can occasionally see a few familiar faces among the Death Eaters passing by in the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a broomstick room, opposite the oak door is a sign: Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office

"Come in...!" After Gemma knocked on the door, a deep voice sounded from inside.

The office was uncomplicated, just two desks squeezed together, surrounded by a long row of filing cabinets along the walls, with the Weasley head of the family sitting in the middle.

"Miss Farley?" He smiled wryly after seeing the person, "I'm sorry... I can't testify about your bloodline... It's not that I don't want to, but I'm not qualified at all right now... "

When Cyrus was inquiring about the surveillance here, the invisibility cloak above his head had been torn off by Hermione.

"Miss Granger...Cyrus? You...how did you get caught?!!"

"Let's come in..."

"No, no... cover it up!" Arthur glared at them, felt that he took out his wand, and locked the only door, "How did you get in... Forget it, that's not the point, you guys leave now this!"

He also pointed at Gemma Farley, saying he had no idea what she was up to.

"You have to understand your current situation, you are still waiting for the next step of interrogation... Isn't this jumping into the fire pit by yourself?" He regretted pointing at Gemma Farley, like Molly Weasley Repeatedly reprimanded.

And Cyrus also didn't understand Gemma's plan.

This is just superfluous, and there is one more person who is not very good at acting to worry about.

"We need to go to the former Muggle Prohibition and Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office...so we need Arthur's certificate" Gemma explained the reason simply and neatly, "a thing...a dark magic item, I threw it there"

"That's the Dark Lord's stuff," Cyrus added.

"You took it back..." Arthur walked back and forth anxiously in the office, and finally realized that he hammered his left palm, "You took that guy from Mundungus that day? I know...I remembered !"

He muffled Cyrus and Hermione's whispers, sat in the soft chair, and slid all the way to the filing cabinet.

"How are Ron and Harry doing?" Arthur opened the drawer, and the document paper sprayed out like snowflakes. He searched and asked about the situation of his family, "I... Molly and I both I don't know what's going on with them"

"Ron and George stay together, Harry and Dumbledore..."

"That's good, I don't see them reporting a letter with the patron saint..." Arthur's voice trembled, and he suddenly shouted excitedly, "I found it! Mundungus' black magic item collection certificate!!"

The recording paper flew into Gemma's hands immediately, and then Arthur pushed and shoved the two of them impatiently.

Not far from the Confiscation Office, next to the Misuse of Magical Muggle Artifacts Office, there is a separate room for display.

Gemma slipped the paper into a slit in the doorknob.

"1997...March...Mundungus...no business license...evidence permission..." After the female voice confirmed, the door of the showroom opened slowly.

Cyrus threw off the invisibility cloak in a hurry, and searched row after row with the Illuminating Charm. The footsteps outside the door were chaotic, and some people passed by from time to time saying 'interrogation of Muggle wizards' and laughed loudly.

His light was warmer and brighter than Hermione's and Gemma's lighting spells.

"found it!"

Hermione saw a locket that looked exactly like Regulus's from the third row of shelves. She rolled up her sleeves and wiped off the dust from the outside, revealing the golden "s" underneath.

Finally...Cyrus' damned reward....

The appearance is the same as an ordinary storage box, except for the Slytherin surname, there is nothing.

"Didn't Mundungus pay the fine, and you took his things away at that time?" Cyrus wiped the sweat from his brow, with some joking accusations in his tone.

"It's strange to say that I couldn't open it with any kind of magic," Gemma whispered, "but I could just feel... something inside... seemed to be beating... very fascinating. ..”

The heads of the three of them came together, like students reading comic books under the covers in the middle of the night.

While speaking, Gemma Farley slowly stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to hold the Slytherin locket in her hand.

"Okay, let's go!" Cyrus snatched it and stuffed it into his bottomless pocket.