Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

　　 The inventory work of the Ministry of Magic was more efficient than Cornelius Fudge had imagined.

　　 Before the sky started to turn bright, the rough statistics of various departments came out, but he now hopes that they will be slower.

"So... the mysterious people and Death Eaters almost destroyed most of the Ministry of Magic?" Cornelius Fudge sighed deeply. He suddenly discovered the traces of the years left on his body, at least for more than ten years. Before, he had never had a similar bad state of chest tightness and shortness of breath.

　　 "The Department of Mystery Affairs has suffered more serious damage. The Prophecy Hall has been destroyed almost 90%. The gentlemen of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters are still trying to rescue rescue, but the final result may not be too optimistic,..."

　　 Amelia Bones flipped through the statistics list in her hand, and the monocle reflected the cold light.

　　 "Also, now we know at least one of the goals of those dark wizards—"

"Its practical "destroy" the term is not very accurate this time. Most floors have been damaged to varying degrees. Only the floor where our Magic Law Enforcement Department is located is different-they didn't do any damage. They emptied everything!"

　　 "In addition to this, there is also the courtroom where all the files since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic have been taken away..."

　　 As the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, before Ms. Bones went upstairs, she was actually mentally prepared to face the ruins.

　　 After all, compared to other departments, the Magic Law Enforcement Department is definitely the department that mysterious people and Death Eaters hate the most.

　　 However, when she stepped out of the creaking elevator, Amelia Bones realized that she had been too optimistic.

Except for the torches on the walls, the wood panels inlaid in the corridors, and the windows with weather magic, let alone desks and file cabinets, even the magic lights on the ceiling were taken away by the bastards. This floor The building is "clean" as if it had just been built.

　　 "Everything in the Magic Law Enforcement Department has been removed? What do they want to do?"

　　 Cornelius Fudge frowned heavily and cursed in a low voice.

He seemed to be back when he first took over the ministerial position. Everything was piled up in a disorderly manner. Everything was urgent. But when he looked closely, he felt that he could not start. He could only be moved forward by time and events like a doll. Push away.

　　 He thought for a long time, shook his gradually swollen head, sighed again and said:

　　 "In short, the United Kingdom is not the only one that has been attacked tonight. After the losses of the Ministry of Magic in various countries are summarized, the answer will naturally emerge."

　　 "Take advantage of this time, inform all the directors to come to my office, and we will briefly exchange information before the press conference."

　　Connelly Fudge paused for a few seconds, then glanced at the fire dragon not far away.

　　 It is precisely because of the two rampaging Ukrainian iron belly that the mysterious man and his entourage had to choose to retreat.

　　 Gringotts Wizarding Bank has fulfilled their promises, and in contrast, the fairies will naturally receive acceptance and rewards from wizards.

　　Only the two fire dragons were injured in the battle tonight. Although Voldemort and his party members also ran away, this was an ending that everyone was willing to accept. Soon after the battle, the goblins of Gringotts calmed the fire dragon and began to assist the wizard to clean up the scene.

　　 They did not know where to find the small silver shovel and the bottle, dangling around the hall of the Ministry of Magic and the fire dragon, collecting the scattered dragon blood.

　　 Heh, fairy——

　　 Cornelius Fudge shook his head, turned his head and ordered Kingsley, who had just arrived.

　　 "Kingsley, you go and inform the fairies so that they can send a representative to my office to communicate with them—"

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　　 The villagers of Little Hangleton were awakened by the harsh sirens and the sound of heavy objects collapsing.

　　 When they hurriedly opened the window in their pajamas, the Riddle House, which had been standing on the mountainside for more than half a century, had already turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The messy, dry vines and weeds undoubtedly contributed to the fire. The sheriff, the police and the fire police who came to the town after hearing the news came to the same conclusion within a few minutes-unless there was a sudden rainstorm, they would only Can wait for the flame to burn the surrounding things clean before going over and take a look.

　　 In fact, if Old Frank hadn't vowed to say that there were many people over there, the police even planned to come back tomorrow.

　　 "No screams, no figures, I only saw the light of fire——"

"It's impossible, sir. I swear I definitely saw someone enter, they lighted the fireplace in the kitchen, and I heard and heard they were plotting to kill people-you must think I'm crazy, but it's so bizarre, The Riddle who bought here is this Riddle—"

　　 Old Frank waved his hands, wishing to draw in the air everything he had just seen and heard.

"Everyone in Little Hangleton remembers that the old Tom Riddle once had a history of disgraceful elopement. He eloped with the tramp's daughter for more than half a year. They had a child-that is Tom Marvolo. Riddle, sir, you summoned him here. He killed his father decades ago, a very dangerous prisoner, and I heard that they seem to be planning an attack on the police station—"

　　 "I see, when the fire broke out in Riddle's House, were there anyone besides you at the scene?"

　　 A police officer yawned and interrupted Old Frank somewhat roughly, sketching in his notebook.

"Okay, we will check everything. The Mr. Riddle and his butler will also pay attention to this matter. After all, someone burned the old house that they had just bought for less than a month. Mr. Frank, if you have nothing to add Yes, just pack up and go back to the police station."

　　 "Pack things... back to the police station?! Wait, wait—"

　　 Old Frank was stunned for half a second, and the frightened hound tensed up, his turbid eyes swept across the police officers.

Gu　　 It is obvious that even decades later, the police are still as incompetent and stupid as ever. Old Frank thought with his toes and knew what these guys were suspicious. The old man grasped the crutch in his hand, his knuckles turned white because of his force, and he seemed to be waving forward in the next moment.

　　 "Just asking for some details...not...well, anyway, your suspicion is indeed not small."

　　 In the old man's vigilant gaze, an older police officer sighed, spread his hands and replied.

　　 "However, we can wait until the fire is extinguished, and it won’t last long anyway."

　　 He glanced at the old house swallowed by flames.

　　 "Whether anyone broke in, and what was the cause of the fire? I'll know when I go in and check out—"

The surrounding grass was cleared by the fire police and them in advance, and there were no bushes and houses around Riddle House. The fire did not spread to further places, and the absence of people and calls for help made the fire police relax. With a sigh of relief, they don't have to break in.

　　 The older policeman patted Old Frank on the shoulder and said with a smile.

　　 "Don't worry, anyway, I believe that this will never be the fire by you, Mr. Frank——"

"This fire does not have seven or eight barrels of gasoline to support the combustion. It is impossible to burn so much. It seems that the arsonist and the Riddle House or the new buyer must have some unknown hatred, otherwise there is no need to burn it so hard. An old house that has been abandoned for decades."

　　 The middle-aged policeman said thoughtfully, his eyes swept across the villagers, and finally fell back to Old Frank.

　　 "Actually, compared to the sudden fire tonight, I am more curious about the Tom Riddle story."

Perhaps because of "Detective Sherlock Holmes", the British police have always had an unusual enthusiasm for detecting and deciphering dusty cases. For a policeman, to solve a dusty case that has been sealed for decades, The prestige, honor, and sense of accomplishment are almost the sum of their life's trivial affairs. The more bizarre and bizarre cases, the easier it is to stir the nerves of some British police officers.

　　 Frey’s decades of police career tells him that behind this incident is definitely a story that can be discussed in the newspaper for at least several weeks.

Unlike those young people, Frey knew that if he wanted to move before retirement, the best way was to find some big cases that could stimulate people to read and discuss during the recession, and the arson in Riddle House Obviously the beginning of a wonderful story.

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　　 At the same time, on the mountainside on the other side of Little Hangleton Village.

　　 Two old men stood side by side in the shadow of the tall bushes, looking at Riddle's Mansion, which was plunged into a sea of ​​flames in the distance.

　　 "Where is that girl?"

　　 "If Huberian didn't lie, she should go back to Hogwarts to sleep."

"I personally directed such a performance that would subvert the magical world, she can actually go back to bed without incident? I thought she would at least wait for the curtain call before going back-before the girl went back, there was the Huberian over there. Tell me something?"

　　 "No, she just said that as a model student at Hogwarts, she tried to avoid staying away at night."

Dumbledore said with a weird expression, and glanced at the old demon standing beside him, "Well, in her words, the moment you successfully evacuated, the events of tonight will be completely over. The rest of the matter , It's all things that'adults' should worry about..."

　　 "Hey, it's... worthy of being the fairy queen——"

　　 Grindelwald grinned, sighed nonchalantly, and then turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

　　 "What about you? Why do you have to show up on the British Ministry of Magic, do you want to help?"

　　 "Don’t bother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'll be there later——"

　　 Dumbledore shook his head, his azure blue eyes reflected the light in the distance, and he added an extra sentence after thinking about it.

"Besides, Moody's is also there, although his magic eyes may not be able to see through your disguise, but for the sake of safety, you should not be too public lately. The situation after the magical world must become very tense, if you can help I watched that child and it was the greatest help."

　　 "That's okay—"

　　 The old demon said with a confident smile, and he raised his hand and patted Dumbledore on the back.

"You know, my appearance fee is very high-if it weren't for the kid's loss of money, I wouldn't play that crazy, tasteless, and abnormal brain. To be honest, I Now I am a little worried about whether the performance will be a little improper."

　　 "Well, that guy, his strength is still not bad enough to cope with two fire dragons, right? But I dare not scare my hand to death—"

　　 "Fire Dragon?" Dumbledore's face changed slightly.

　　 "Hey, don't you know? Gringotts borrowed two fire dragons from the Ministry of Magic..."

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