[HP]Aluet

I didn't hear anything until I went back and handed the seal to Dumbledore.

Someone got into that building and stole something very important.This thing is kept secret, so no one knows what it is - it seems to have something to do with the Department of Mysteries.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic began to strictly control, checking the identity of everyone who entered and left, and even many Aurors patrolled nearby.

Suddenly I thought of Abraxas Malfoy.

That thing, maybe he took it.And he was trapped inside and couldn't get out, Riddle probably went there because of him.

What is he doing again?

I don't understand.

Cameron disappeared, no one was alive, no one was dead, and no one knew his whereabouts.

The new Minister of Magic, Eugenina Jenkins, took office as scheduled.

"The Daily Prophet—the Daily Prophet—"

I was walking on the street, bought one at random, and probably glanced at the headlines——

"boom!"

A deafening bang almost shattered my eardrums. My horrified eyes moved away from the newspaper and looked up. Clouds of black-gray smoke appeared in the distant sky, blocked by the buildings in front of me. I couldn't see what happened. .

I apparated and disappeared in place, heading in that direction.

There was still a raging fire burning for several miles. It was obvious that there had just been an explosion. The wreckage and rubble of the building were scattered all over the place, causing chaos. People nearby fled in all directions, shouting endlessly, and some wizards took out their wands to try to put out the fire. , but this range is really a bit big, and they seem to be unable to do what they want.

I wrapped my clothes and walked a few steps forward when I tripped over something.I lowered my head and saw a bloody severed limb.

The smell of burning and blood mixed with the smell of crushed earth rushed into my nose.

"Hmm." I covered my mouth and took several steps back.

I squinted my eyes and tried to peer through the fire.

"Hey, help me!" I heard someone shout, but more people bumped past me and ran away.

For the first time, I knew that wizards could be so helpless.The wizards staying here want to do something, they hold up their wands and cast spells, trying to repair this place in various ways, but they don't know how to rescue the victims trapped inside.

The fire was still spreading, they stepped back to prevent the sparks from getting on their clothes, they stared at the ruins, anxious but there was nothing they could do.Someone went to notify the Ministry of Magic, but by the time the Ministry of Magic sent someone to rush over, more than ten minutes had passed.

The scope of the explosion was too large, and it took the Ministry of Magic more than half an hour from extinguishing the fire to saving people.The people who were rescued from the inside were already bloody and bloody, or they had been burned so badly that they didn't have a piece of good flesh on their bodies.

My heart was pounding - I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.This happened to Eugenina Jenkins only two days after she took office.

"The Ministry of Magic inspected the scene, and according to their investigation, the source of the explosion did not come from any magic..." Dumbledore's face darkened, "It was gunpowder from the Muggle world."

I touched my lips and let out a long breath.

"really."

"The person who caused the explosion has not yet been found."

"Who would use Muggle gunpowder to attack a wizard?" I said. "As far as I know, the Muggle world doesn't seem to be affected. This explosion is only in the wizarding world - against wizards."

"Squibs, that's the only possibility. They don't belong to the Muggle world, they can't use magic, they can only do it this way. Also, this accident was definitely not done by one person or a few people. Everything happened too suddenly."

"What should I do now?"

"Only by asking the Ministry of Magic. This kind of large-scale turmoil can only be controlled by the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic. I have made a lot of suggestions to Eugenina, and she will have a budget in mind." Dumbledore said.

The turmoil initiated by the Squibs lasted for a full year and a half. During this period, the Ministry of Magic responded in an orderly manner, dispatched suppression, inducement, both soft and hard, and issued some ambiguous policy plans to let them taste some sweetness.

I suddenly felt some sympathy - of course, maybe this sympathy is a bit ambivalent, because they hurt other innocent people in an extreme way anyway - but they have been oppressed for too long, it's like The dust scattered in the air, a single spark is enough to burn them, so they took the lead in an upcoming war and became cannon fodder, but only to get back the human rights they should have.

They are undoubtedly pitiful - but at the same time stupid and hateful, exploited without knowing it, stained with evil without self-examination - as sad as those indifferent capitalists and pure-blood advocates.

The riot of the pure-blood wizards was followed by the Squib parade-I had expected that this contradiction would one day intensify and be vented in a way, and during this period the Ministry of Magic wanted to avoid more unnecessary injuries and injuries. Death, the "sweetness" constantly created for Squibs is precisely the flashpoint. These policies threaten the interests of pure-blood wizards, reduce their high-quality treatment, and arouse their anger.

As Dumbledore said, no one can please everyone.

In the midst of this terrible chaos, the dark wizard who lurked behind finally began to show his face.

When the chaos caused by the squib came to an end, the rise of dark wizards came one after another, and the shadow shrouded the whole of Britain, and there was no peace for people.And all this is just the beginning, I don't know how long it will last.

Among the arrested chaos-makers I met Jessica Wright.

I followed Dumbledore, tightened the brim of my hat, but couldn't help but look at her twice as I passed her.

Decades later, she is now emaciated and looks ten years older than her actual age, with her hair messed up like a madman.

She didn't recognize me, maybe she didn't have the energy to pay attention to everything around her.

I can't describe my mood.

After preparing for so long, Riddle finally tore off his camouflage at this moment, and emerged from his hiding place, wantonly revealing the fangs of the poisonous snake.The name of Voldemort spread to every corner for a while, and the ambition of the dark wizard swept across.

In order to prevent the infiltration of dark wizards, the Ministry of Magic closed its headquarters, so everyone who went to the Ministry of Magic had to enter through a dilapidated red telephone box. On the dirty streets of the wall, you must explain the reason and receive a silver badge with your name and reason before you can enter the headquarters hall.

And when the wizarding world fell into the panic of dark wizards, almost at the same time, the Muggle world also began to be in chaos.

The Minister of Magic, who had just dealt with the turmoil of Squibs and pure-blood wizards, finally panicked—she directly blocked the communication between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, trying to isolate the simultaneous crisis in these two areas.The Ministry of Magic's response measures began to appear powerless and panic-like, Britain was completely plunged into war, and panic spread rapidly, making it difficult to parry.

With the help of Dumbledore, I could only avoid the control of the Ministry of Magic, sneak into the Muggle world, and act as a "messenger" myself.

I've been in the Muggle world for a long time.

The Muggle Prime Minister wants to ask the Ministry of Magic for help - but the communication service is blocked and there is no way to communicate.

I took the letter of appeal and planned to go back, but the sights along the way were full of flames of war, gunpowder smoke and ruins.

Since 1970, the Irish Republican Army in the Muggle world has continuously launched armed operations, aiming to hope that Northern Ireland will separate from the United Kingdom and eventually bring about a unified Ireland.They organized military forces and carried out many frenzied explosions and terrorist operations.

I came up with the idea of ​​going to Ireland to find out.I always felt like Riddle had a hand in it, because it seemed too coincidental in every way, whether it was timing or whatever.

Before deciding to go to Ireland, I passed by the place where Wu's Orphanage once stood.The orphanage was still standing there, and there seemed to be more homeless children, but it was unknown how long it would be safe here, and the older ones were taken away by the draft.

I lingered at the door for a long time, but didn't go in.

I left from there and turned into another street.I suddenly saw four or five children running from a distance in front of me. Amidst a burst of explosions, the houses on the side collapsed, and the fire caused by the explosion covered their figures for a moment.

The Disillusionment Charm engulfed me, for I saw other people--soldiers from the Muggle world, probably, in all clothes, with guns in their hands.

"Go save people! Save people!"

I stopped behind a half-collapsed building and watched in silence.

I picture the first Squib explosion in the wizarding world - I was there then, just as it is now.

I don't know how Muggles who don't know magic can extinguish the flames caused by the explosion and save people. There is no water source nearby.However, I saw a figure suddenly jumping out from among those people. He threw his gun on the ground and rushed in with the fire under my surprised eyes, and then the other people around did the same—this kind of shock Actions beyond human comprehension seem to me clearly tantamount to suicide.

However, when they hugged the children out of the fire with their bodies scorched black, I seemed to understand something for a moment.

I suddenly felt a sense of shame rushing to my head.

In the irrigation of almost omnipotent magic, people have forgotten what can be done with flesh and blood, and have lost this courage.

"Stubbs!"

I heard a faint cry, the name tugged at a certain nerve in me, I frowned to wake up the dormant memory, and it didn't take me long before I remembered his name.

Billy Stubbs.

My eyes widened, and my blood seemed to freeze.

I never expected to meet him again for the rest of my life, a name that only existed in my childhood.

He was the first person to rush in to save people. He collapsed on the ground, his body was covered in scorched black marks and dark red blood, his clothes were burned to tatters, revealing patches of yellow-brown burns, I see I don't know his face clearly, only know that his breath is very weak.

"We've got to get out, Williams—get the boys back. Take Stubbs with you."

"He's almost out of breath, he's hurt too badly."

The two of them hesitated to drag Billy up, but the dragging brought the wound on his body, and the blood began to gurgle out.So they dared not move again.

"It can't be helped. We have to go, Hill."

They stayed for a short while, and finally left here.

Without making a sound, I approached and crouched down next to Billy.I didn't show my figure either, I just touched his hand, trying to repair his wound.

Billy's chest rose and fell more obviously, and those wounds gradually healed and stopped bleeding.

His eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes, but saw nothing.He tried to grab my hand, so I turned into a bird and flew into the sky, breaking free easily.

This was probably the last time I saw those light brown eyes.

There was an unspeakable suppressed emotion, maybe guilt, maybe something else was waking up in the depths bit by bit. He watched silently as the white bird passed through the dry and broken branches and disappeared into the The distant horizon.

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