Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The night was deep, and the dizzy yellow street lights of London streets were looming in the fog.

After a brief period of uproar, the hall of the British Ministry of Magic quickly returned to silence. Tonks sat in the chair behind the security checkpoint, looking listlessly at the empty blue-gray hall in front of him, and his head couldn't stop moving down. Still, seeing that he might fall asleep at any time.

Barty Crouch sat upright at the table on the other side, writing with a quill in his hand.

He was busy responding to letters of inquiry from various magical governments. After a brief explanation from Auror Director Scrimgeour, Crouch roughly figured out the plan of the idiot Cornelius Fudge to fight for the victory of the European werewolves. , If he were the Minister of Magic, maybe he would make a similar decision, right?

The only difference is that at least he won't leave a mess and swagger across six or seven magic governments.

Crouch sighed softly, and after reading the reply to the Greek Ministry of Magic one last time, the wand was activated to seal the message.

There are still a few piles of dark red ashes around his desk, and he has received more roaring letters tonight than he has received in a year.

Fortunately, judging from the trajectory of Cornell Fudge and others, there should be no new roaring letters.

Barty Crouch rubbed his sore wrists and raised his head to look at the taciturn Auror who was leaning against the door not far away.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, he remembered very clearly that this was one of the few powerful wizards in the Auror office who had the opportunity to replace Scrimgeour.

Compared to Dawlish, Moody's and others, Kingsley is not close to any factions in the ministry, but the wind evaluation is unexpectedly good. In Barty Crouch's view, if you give this young man more With time and opportunity, he may even be the nominee for the ministerial change in the future.

Speaking of which, Kingsley and his incompetent **** boy happen to be in the same class, right?

Perhaps some sleepiness surged, and Barty Crouch was suddenly in a trance.

If there was no...

"Can I help, Mr. Crouch?"

Kingsley's thick and low voice sounded, and asked curiously, apparently noticing the gaze from the side.

Batty Crouch has found another reason for Kingsley’s popularity. Compared to the other impetuous voices of the Ministry of Magic, Kingsley’s voice contains a calming and reliable magic, and more importantly, He does have the ability to handle affairs in an orderly manner.

Perhaps this is why Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour both value him.

"Oh, uh... where is Mr. Scrimgeour?"

Barty Crouch shook his head, looked around, and found that the old lion-like Director Auror had left the hall at some point.

"Mr. Scrimgeour has gone to inspect the floor. He is worried that someone will cross the hall fireplace and sneak into the ministry from other means."

"Sneak into the Ministry of Magic? So you really plan to stay on duty all night tonight?"

"There is no harm in being cautious. Even without the warning from Professor Dumbledore, I would suggest that most of the Aurors in the British Ministry of Magic are now thousands of miles away. If there is an emergency in the country, at least we have room to deal with it. Besides. ..."

Kingsley Shaker's dark skin burst into a smile like an old fritters.

"This is overtime work. Tomorrow I can rest at home and night security will be easier than in the jungle expedition."

"... Mr. Minister might not be too happy to hear this."

Barty Crouch was stunned for half a second, his originally somewhat serious expression relaxed, and smiled and shook his head.

"What do you think about Dumbledore's warning? Maybe there is a dark wizard so crazy that he forcibly broke into the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night?"

"A false alarm is naturally best~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If someone breaks into the Ministry of Magic, then arrest them on the spot." Kingsley replied without thinking.

"Arrest on the spot? It's up to us...well, three or four people?" Mr. Crouch looked at the young witch who was lying on the table not far away, wondering if it was the young witch who was sleeping or was asleep. Stop smoking, trying to suppress the idea of ​​screaming the other party.

When he was the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, he would not tolerate such lazy little guys in the Auror's office.

In fact, Barty Crouch has been a little uneasy ever since he learned that Dumbledore had sent a screaming letter to Cornelius Fudge.

He knows very well how many "Death Eaters" escaped the trial. If the dark forces really make a comeback, they will not be able to resist how much time they will resist. Although the mysterious man and his followers have been relatively active abroad recently, the United Kingdom After all, the magical world was the original base camp of the mysterious man, which is why Barty Crouch did not choose to go home after handling the letter, but stayed in the Ministry of Magic lobby to chat.

"I'm a little worried. Dumbledore rarely has such a solemn state, in case there are too many intruders..."

"We are the night guards, not the guards of the Gringotts goblin guarding the vault"

Kingsley shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "If there is any dangerous situation, we can leave directly after the alarm. But I think you are completely worried. It is already twelve o'clock, almost nothing. Can……"

At this moment, the smile on Kingsley's face sank suddenly, and he quickly drew out his wand and looked forward vigilantly.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Rows of green flames suddenly rose from the fireplaces on both sides of the hall of the Ministry of Magic that had been silent.

"who?!"

Great!