Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Mr. Bagman? Why are you here?"

Tonks put down the buttered toast in his hand and looked at the burly wizard curiously.

This time I don’t need Kingsley’s introduction. As the most active elite witch of the Auror Command in the Ministry of Magic, except for retired seniors such as Mad-Eye Moody, and silent people who don’t show up very much, the Ministry of Magic For hundreds of people up and down, most of them can call out their names.

It’s just that Ludo Bagman’s presence really surprised a bit, after all...

"What? Can the wizards of the Department of Sports of the Ministry of Magic only appear on the Quidditch pitch?"

Ludo Bagman turned his head, glanced at the young witch with bubble gum pink hair, and picked up a piece of toast from her table.

"I'm also the Director of the Ministry of Magic anyway. There is such a big incident in the Ministry. Of course I have to come and help me without saying anything. What happened, Mr. Crouch? You only said one thing in the emergency communication. Level event, and the meeting place is still...Is there a secret birthday party in the Broken Cauldron Tavern, or some small Ministry of Magic night party? Oh, thank you, the butter bread is great!"

"Unfortunately, there are no secret parties. A quarter of an hour ago, the Ministry of Magic fell under an attack by a large number of dark wizards."

Barty Crouch said in a deep voice, he didn't like Ludo Bagman, because he couldn't tell the importance of things.

When this guy retired and joined the Ministry of Magic, he and Mad-Eye Moody both strongly opposed.

However, compared to the large number of Quidditch fans in the Ministry of Magic, their voices are too weak.

On the other hand, Ludo Bagman’s work in the Department of Magical Sports is nothing to criticize. As a former Quidditch star, he is indeed a good player in the field of magical sports. After less than ten years in office, he has become the youngest director of the Ministry of Magic today.

Facts have proved that this star, who seemed a bit reckless at the beginning, is at some point more reliable than many "mature" politicians.

"The specific situation is almost the content of the request for help. Someone has captured the Ministry of Magic. There are at least 30 people. The purpose is unknown, unidentified, and extremely dangerous. Let's say that the first reaction of those **** seeing us is to release. Killing Curse. We suspect that the mysterious man and his followers have come back, but what is going on will have to wait for the minister and the Aurors to return from Armenia..."

"Armenia? Mysterious man? Uh...wait, I'm a little confused? Minister Fudge and the other Aurors are not in the UK now?"

Ludo Bagman was obviously confused. He blinked and looked at Batty Krach in confusion.

However, his doubts were not immediately answered. Scrimgeour interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Those questions can be answered slowly in a while, and now the more important thing is"

Scrimgeour frowned heavily, his eyes quickly swept across the flying broomstick in Ludo Bagman's hand, his expression solemn.

"Mr. Bagman, you just said that the fireplace is broken and unusable... what does this mean?"

"Well, it's literal. I originally planned to use Floo powder directly, but the fireplace in the Broken Cauldron Tavern seems to be broken. The fireplace in Diagon Alley seems to have something wrong, and Mr. Crouch is here The request for help also emphasized not to use the Ministry of Magic fireplace..."

The entire fireplace in Diagon Alley... something went wrong at the same time? !

Scrimgeour's expression changed, he stood up abruptly, and hurriedly walked towards the bar outside the door.

"Tom, do you have Floo fans here? Let me use it."

The voice of the old lion-like head of the Auror’s office sounded a bit impatient. A few minutes later, he strode back to this temporary meeting room, holding a small jar full of light silver Floo powder in his hand, and casually. Grab a pinch of powder and sprinkle it on the side fireplace.

As the powder sprinkled in, the orange-red flame instantly turned into a faint green, reflecting on everyone's faces.

"Family."

Scrimgeour said simply, drew out his wand, and stepped quickly into the dark green magic flame.

The flame roared and swallowed Scrimgeour's figure in an instant... Then, it faded quickly like a tide.

"Oh, damn, this is a problem"

Rufus Scrimgeour's figure reappeared in the fireplace. Before the flame had time to turn from dark green to orange-red, he swiftly emerged from the fireplace, almost at the same time as he returned to the floor of the room. Batty Crouch let out a painful curse.

"It's not that the fireplace is broken~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Bagman Floo network is paralyzed. Someone shut down the Floo network across the UK..."

"Well, please contact the management department of Floo Network, can you just start it again?"

"The problem is that most of the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic, Minister Cornelius Fudge, and Director Emilia Burns, they are all performing tasks in the Armenian forest thousands of miles away. If the Floo network is paralyzed , It will take several hours to fix it at the earliest... This means that the British magical world will be completely undefended in the next few hours, and those thugs can break into any place at will."

Scrimgeour said with an extremely gloomy expression. He glanced at Crouch, Moody and others, and saw the worry in their eyes.

As the old people who have experienced the raging period of the dark power more than ten years ago, they understand very well what the "undefended" magical world means. The worst case is that when Cornelius Fudge will return tomorrow, the British territory will be wandering around. Mark of the Dark Demon symbolizing death.

The only thing Scrimgeour is looking forward to now is, then

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