This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The World Cup continues and fans around the world are in full bloom again.

People were even more enthusiastic than before the attack, especially the 230,000 wizards who remained in the camp.

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

As they expected, the negative impact was disappearing little by little, and there were few international disharmonious voices.

The crisis was lifted, but the investigation has never made any progress.

Sklinger was feeling uncomfortable at every routine meeting, afraid that senior executives such as Fudge would ask about the progress.

"Rufus, are there any new clues recently?"

What is time to come is still here.

Sklinger stood up straight, "Everyone, the Auror office has found out all the missing people three days before the attack. After our investigation, it can be basically confirmed that the disappearance of the five of them has nothing to do with the Death Eaters."

That's it?

The senior executives were full of disappointment, and Fuji's expression was even hard to see.

Everything is getting better, only investigation is lost here.

Sclinger didn't want to lose his chain either, but the Death Eater completely lost his trace. The man suspected of being kidnapped had no clues. He could only return to the starting point after going around and could not find the direction of the investigation.

His difficulties obviously will not be the reason why senior officials understand him.

If there is no trace of the Death Eater, go and search for it if you dig three feet into the ground.

If you can't find the clues of the kidnapped person in the magic world, go to the Muggle world to look for it, and don't even let the homeless people go.

Sclinger, who became more and more angry as he listened, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He slapped the president's desk hard, and the whole room suddenly became quiet.

"Everyone, more than half of our Auror office have been sent to a special team! Even if we add the 9 people who are recovering from injuries, we are not able to complete the tasks you arranged!"

After roaring, even Fuji stayed for a while.

Umbridge, who first reacted, also stood up and slapped the table.

Maybe she was too hard, and her whole face turned red, "Director Sclinger, what do you mean? Are you shirking responsibility?"

Sclinger was about to fight back, but Fudge glared at Umbridge at this moment and asked her to sit back quickly.

Although most of the fire was gone, he still clenched his fists tightly, "Everyone knows the situation in the department. In order to continue the World Cup, we have mobilized all the people we can mobilize."

He calmed down a little and looked at everyone present, "It's not that I want to shirk responsibility, but that investigations like headless flies won't play much role at all, even if there are many people."

All of you here are humans, and they all understand the truth that they are not as good as they are.

But no matter how clear I understand, no one has the courage to make the words clear.

Now that Sclinjamin has said it, they can't continue to pretend to be stupid.

"Why should I postpone the investigation first?"

"I think it's possible."

"Now we should focus on the World Cup."

"Yes, as long as we do it, there will definitely be no discordant sounds."

The senior executives finally made Sclinger feel relieved.

After everyone's discussion, the investigation of the attack can be appropriately suspended, but accordingly, the Auror Office must give priority to ensuring that there will be no accidents during the World Cup.

Sclinger happily took over the task.

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

Fuji pondered for a moment and finally agreed.

Hiring Moody's concerns that special counsel will definitely increase the outside world's trust in the British Ministry of Magic. Even if the investigation has made no progress, it will only damage the reputation of the legendary Auror.

Fudge's abacus was clattering, but someone set his sights on Moody earlier than them.

There is a winding and rugged country trail outside the outskirts of Surrey. Walking along it will lead to an asphalt road.

However, as long as an appropriate magic is performed at the appropriate location, a three-story building made of red bricks will appear next to the trail.

Dumbledore raised his old wand with a smile and waved it gently towards the building.

All the invisible magic traps were instantly lifted.

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

"It's me, Alasto."

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

His magical eyes that could see through all objects were scanned down Dumbledore from bottom up.

After confirming again, he finally put down his wand, "Abus, you just destroyed the trap I had carefully arranged."

Dumbledore gently waved his old wand, "Now they are restored."

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

Dumbledore found more magic traps after entering, “Alasto, are you?”

“Be alert, especially at this time.”

In fact, Moody had long seen Dumbledore outside the door through his magic eyes. It seemed that the legendary Auror's retirement life was not at all calm.

Not only should we beware of the revenge of the wizards who were once arrested by him, but we should also always prepare for the Death Eaters to "come to visit".

Dumbledore came to a worn log table and sat down, "Alasto, you're so prepared that you can even have the deadly black magic trap."

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

"Abus, I know that person has come back. These little arrangements can't kill him at all, and they can't even cause trouble for him."

Not to mention the Horcrux, Voldemort Light's body has undergone countless magical transformations, and the ordinary spell hitting him was like itchy.

Moody aimed his wand at the silver teapot and the water inside quickly boiled.

He poured two cups of tea and sat down.

"Abus, you came to me today. You won't be in any trouble, right?"

Dumbledore smiled and took a sip of tea, "Alasto, can't I come to visit you specifically?"

Moody's face was expressionless and his face was full of disbelief.

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

"I'm here to invite you to serve as the professor of Dark Magic Defense for Hogwarts next semester."

Moody nodded after thinking for a moment, "Yes, the kids do need to learn some self-defense."

The British magic world has been peaceful for too long. It is so long that the Dark Magic Mark will reappear can create a big chaos, and it is so long that people will almost lose the courage to face the Death Eater.

If the children in the school are like them, the British magic world will be completely over.

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