This Hogwarts isn't normal.

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

Including fans who came early, Dartmoor has gathered more than 200,000 wizards, and this number is expected to easily exceed 300,000 on the day of the final.

In order to maintain order on the scene, the Ministry of Magic once again established a special special team.

Tonks, who had not taken a leave of absence for nearly three months, was very "honest" to be one of them again.

She looked at the dense tent outside the gymnasium, and her hair turned red with a "swish" sound.

"You bastard, Kingsley!"

She turned around and returned to the gymnasium cursingly, her red hair becoming brighter.

Wells, 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."

"Ha?" Tonks clenched his fists, "You're not kidding me, are you? There are at least 50 acres here. Do you know how long it will take to work?"

Wells's face looked ugly, just like eating a fly.

He stuffed the detection crystal ball into Tonks' arms, "Don't complain to me, if you want to blame Wayne Company, they applied for the inspection today."

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

Wells pulled the corner of his mouth, "They said that a considerable part of the magic projection arranged in the gym is prone to failure. If there is a breath 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 enterprise, so why do you have the nerve to bother them from the Ministry of Magic?

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

After saying that, she turned her back and walked towards the work passage in the audience angrily.

It has a total area of ​​50 acres, and I am afraid I will be busy until tomorrow night.

There are a lot of flying brooms here, and it is a fool to use them unreasonably.

Next to the long working passage are players' lounges, and the broom is in the corner at the end of the passage.

Tonks pushed the door and picked a fire crossbow from the dazzling array of brooms.

Of course, the Ministry of Magic would not be so extravagant that it equips the special team with such a broom that is tens of thousands of gold and bumps. Almost all the brooms stored here are from the final eight teams.

It seemed that she felt that this would be too blatant. She put the fire arrow back and picked up a handful of "Sigma" produced by the company.

Following the "Alpha" of the previous year and the "Beta" of last year, the sweep this year has brought a new generation that has been significantly upgraded.

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

Although its performance cannot be compared with the fireboat, Sigma is the strongest among the current mass-produced brooms.

Tonks took it away from the broomstick and stopped a few steps.

If she remembers correctly, someone has swept the company's shares.

"It's this kid again!"

She held the broom on the ground, opened the magic communicator she wore on her wrist, and pointed her fingertips at someone's avatar.

"Dududu--"

After waiting patiently for half a minute, Vincent's big face finally appeared in the projection light curtain.

"Tonks? Why did you suddenly look for me?"

"Ha--" Tonks sneered, "It's not because of the good thing you did. I have to check the lawn with a broken crystal ball all day long."

Vincent blinked his big eyes innocently, "You have been assigned to the special team again? Why are you so unlucky every time?"

Tonks glared fiercely at his eyes, "That's because the superiors think I have the ability, so they have repeatedly entrusted important tasks to me."

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

"Well, Tonks, you can just do whatever you want."

Tonks' anger disappeared in an instant, "Do you do whatever you want? Are you trying to trouble the Ministry of Magic on purpose?"

Vincent raised his index finger and placed it on his mouth, signaling her to silence quickly.

He got up in the projection light curtain and walked into a room.

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

She picked up Sigma and went back to the broomstick and closed the door, "You are not the kind of personality that likes to casually direct others. What do you want to do?"

After careful consideration, Vincent stared straight into her eyes through the projection light curtain, "I'm looking for an insider, an insider hidden in the Ministry of Magic."

"What!" Tonks screamed, "What the hell is going on? How could there be an insider in the department?"

Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's necessary to make such a fuss. He didn't have a nose to install an insider in the Ministry of Magic when he was acting like a mighty man."

August Lukewood, former staff member of the Department of Mystery.

If Igor Kakarov had not provided him with his own protection, the veteran and loyal Death Eater would have been lurking in the Ministry of Magic.

More than ten years have passed, and maybe even if you become a senior executive.

After a brief surprise, Tonks's expression became more and more bizarre.

She stammered and spoke in a very low voice, "That guy has actually been dead for more than half a month. The senior officials in the ministry were afraid that it would deepen the public's panic, so they did not announce the news to the public."

Vincent was not surprised, he had long been used to it, "Your top leaders are afraid that they will be thrown off the stage by the people in extreme fear."

Tonks couldn't deny it, "Fuji is like this. If there is really an insider you mentioned in the ministry, he will definitely have a headache for a few more days."

"How many days?" Vincent smiled coldly, "Forget it if you can't do the job well, but you always think about making money for yourself every day. Now you're actually letting the insider infiltrate. He, the minister, has finished his life. .”

"Shh-" Tonks quickly covered the magic communicator on his wrist, "I'm hiding in the broomstick. If someone outside eavesdrops on you, you'll be done."

Vincent looked into her eyes through the projection light curtain, smiling, "It's okay, at worst we can get over together."

Tonks' hair turned red again, "Get out, who's going to be done with you?"

She looked carefully at the closed door, "Hurry up and say serious, what's going on with the inner demon in the department?"

Vincent put away his smile and told the whole thing in detail.

After listening to it, Tonks also felt that the Ministry of Magic was afraid there was really an insider.

As for what his real purpose is, it depends on whether this fishing law enforcement can successfully catch him.

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