Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

　　 Dumbledore stopped at the entrance to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry is now extremely chaotic.

　　 Some of the Ministry of Magic employees ran on the ruined promenade, shoveling documents to each other, and then ran back; some wielded their wands like a windmill, repairing those fireplaces that still had a chance to be repaired. Everyone seemed to have a lot of anger, yelling at each other.

　　 Dumbledore's gaze swept across the hall, and the formerly magnificent Ministry Hall is now like a run-down alley baptized by Muggle fire.

Fragments of golden fountain statues shattered into dozens of pieces were scattered on the ground. The dark blue ceiling was broken into pieces. The black and shiny inlaid wood panels now only have the characteristic of "black". The ground is full of glass residues and charred stones. Block-the conventional spell can restore the broken stone slabs, but there is no way to straighten and wax the wall panels that have been burnt into twisted coke. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why some Ministry of Magic employees are so angry.

　　 This is what some people call... the final result of "stretching as much as possible"?

　　 Dumbledore's eyes twitched slightly, selectively ignoring the whispering dragon in the shadow not far away.

　　 I have to say, but fortunately, Newt did not participate in tonight's action. Otherwise, with that guy's stubbornness, it is estimated that the first time Grindelwald brutally hurt the fire dragon, he pulled out his wand and went up hard...Of course, it could also release more fire dragons or something...

　　 "Professor Dumbledore, thank goodness, you can count—"

　　 Before Dumbledore continued to sigh, several Ministry of Magic employees finally noticed the late arrival.

　　Like a domino, the originally busy and chaotic Ministry Hall suddenly stopped for a few seconds.

Many people subconsciously stopped their work and turned to look at Dumbledore standing at the entrance. As the most powerful wizard recognized by the magic world today, Dumbledore’s most admirable place is not only his magical strength. , And his erudite degree of magic knowledge in various fields.

　　 After all, all wizards in the British magical world who are younger than a hundred years old and older than eleven years old must call him a professor without exception.

　　 At least, this is the easiest and most direct way to ask for help when they encounter a magical problem that cannot be solved...

　　 "Professor Dumbledore, the Floo network still cannot be restored. I tried to re-establish the connection, but nothing worked."

The head of the Floo Network Office, Mrs. Aymok, seemed to have seen a savior, "Those dark wizards don’t know what kind of weird magic they used. , Help us see what's going on first?"

　　 In addition, the person in charge of the Department of Mystery, the fireplace repair, the elevator manager, the Auror office...

Almost all the wizards came together. The remaining destruction results of the "mysterious man" and Death Eaters were more difficult than they thought. Although there are goblins from the Gringotts Wizarding Bank to assist them in cursing, people still hope to find something. A more trustworthy shortcut, and Albus Dumbledore is obviously the answer—if even Dumbledore says there is no way, then they also have a reply that they can explain.

　　 These graduates of the Ministry of Magic have a weaker foundation in magic than he thought... I really made the kid's claim.

Dumbledore looked around at the officials who had been scorched by simple magic tricks, and sighed silently in his heart. He originally thought that Hogwarts' educational achievements were at least mid-to-high-end. Who knew "outside" "The reality is so much worse than he thought.

　　 As for the few students who are decent...

"Mr. Dumbledore, the Minister and the directors are in a meeting to discuss related matters. You will wait a moment here. I will inform Minister Cornelius Fudge. If there is any urgent message, I can also help you later. You pass it to the minister and them."

　　 Kingsley Shaker said in a deep voice, compared to other wizards, this dark-skinned Auror is as calm and steady as ever.

　　 The only pity is that this reliable elite Auror does not belong to the "Ministry of Magic" sequence in Dumbledore's cognition.

　　As a backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, a senior cadre of the Destiny Group, and a member of the Foundation's A-level, Kingsley cannot be used as a reference for the average strength of the Ministry of Magic no matter what he thinks. The most outrageous thing is that Kingsley is already working hard to hide, but he is still one of the best reliable wizards in the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore could not imagine what would become if all the "inner ghosts" of the Ministry of Magic disappear overnight. Look like.

　　 "I see, Mr. Shaker, there is no extra word."

　　 Dumbledore shook his head, drew out his wand and started helping the Ministry clean up the mess.

　　 It seems that the supplementary teaching plan of Hogwarts "Continuing Education of Magic for Adults" should also be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"Before the gentlemen reach an agreement, I seem to have quite a lot of things to do-if I can, I may have to trouble you to sort out a list later and see where I can help. This way everyone doesn’t have to be around me all the time..."

　　……

　　 The "restart" of Floo Network is not complicated.

　　 For Dumbledore, how to make this work look "complex" is the problem.

You must know that all the demonic methods that Elena had prepared before were useless. The Floo network of the British magical world was only because of malicious "address hijacking", and it was neither a "data stream" attack nor anything. "Underlying code" tampering...

　　 As one of the culprits who provided the original ideas and magic principles, Dumbledore knew where the problem was even if he closed his eyes.

　　 After five minutes of "research", the most powerful white wizard in the magic world tapped the wand of the fireplace lightly.

　　 "Very clever, it seems that the other party understands the operating principle of Floo Network better than you, Mrs. Aymok—"

　　 Dumbledore glanced at the nervous-looking witch, the magic wand outlined a mysterious and complex trajectory in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a few bright white light spots that looked like falling snow appeared out of thin air, silently blending into the temporarily disabled fireplaces of the Ministry of Magic-although the light spots seemed so faint, it was like a bar owner using light. Cursed tricks, but no one in the room would confuse them with the snow special effects in the Broken Cauldron Tavern: this is Albus Dumbledore’s large-scale cursing teaching in public.

　　 People open their eyes and look hard at the light spots that are integrated into the fireplace, as if they want to see some special skills from inside.

　　 But nothing happened... as if those light spots were just...

　　 "That should be fine, I think. Mrs. Aymok, you can try to reconnect now."

Dumbledore said gently, without waiting for anyone to ask questions, and smiling and explaining, "You have been fooled by the complicated and cumbersome magic network. In fact, as long as you calm down and reflect on the knowledge you learned in the transfiguration class, you will find this. It's actually a subtle transformation spell-those uninvited guests use the spell to deceive the Floo network, making them cut off the feedback when they point to the destination path, creating the illusion of so-called interruption."

　　 While talking, Dumbledore grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and sprinkled it on the fireplace in front of him.

　　 "Diagon Alley!"

　　 Boom!

　　 As his voice fell, a group of green flames rose from the fireplace.

　　 "Well, I just opened the deadlock, and the follow-up Floo network detection, reconnection, and query work..."

　　 "Thank you very much, and leave the rest to me, Professor Dumbledore." Mrs. Aymok replied quickly.

　　 She came back to her senses, and the wand banged quickly against the rekindling fireplace.

　　As the Floo network returned to its original state, the stagnant work of the Department of Magical Transportation began to work again—they had to hurry up and sort out the starting points of the dark wizards. This was the request of Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, and they planned to arrest people according to this list.

　　 This is not a complicated job. Excluding the fireplaces of those Ministry of Magic employees, the rest are all highly suspected objects.

　　Every step is all in the calculation of the little witch...

　　 Dumbledore watched Mrs. Emok and others begin to look back and analyze the trajectory of the Ministry of Magic's fireplace tonight. He shook his head with a complicated expression, turned around and took the "Assist List" compiled by Kingsley, and began to help other wizards clean up the mess.

　　 He did not give any hints, because all the suggestions seemed to have been "thought up" before he arrived.

His role tonight is more to provide some "magic technology" assistance to the Ministry of Magic. By the way, as a bystander, he sets the tone for this farce and observes with his own eyes that the magic government officials are actually working. How much school knowledge do you remember...

　　 Judging from the current situation, the efforts of the Hogwarts professors have almost been wasted.

　　……

　　 "Riddle House? Where is that?" Cornelius Fudge frowned.

　　 "I don't know, but all traces of the fireplace in the hall have the place name ‘Riddle House’—"

Mrs. Aymok hesitated for a while, and said with some uncertainty, "Perhaps I remembered it wrong, but before today, I had never seen the name'Riddle House' in the fireplace access list of Floo Network. , Maybe, this is just a non-existent..."

　　 The Ministry of Magic records the distribution of wizards throughout the UK and is stored in the Magic Law Enforcement Department.

　　 Of course, with the "lost" of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, those files naturally fell into the hands of the black wizard.

　　 "Wait, Riddle... the name..."

　　 Alilia Burns groaned, her face changed slightly.

　　 But before she could speak, Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang.

　　 "Little Hangerton Village in the northern fringe of Sussex County-if I remember correctly, Riddle House is there."

　　 Dumbledore sighed lightly, looked at the Ministry of Magic official who was still talking in the room, and said softly.

"Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle, and Riddle House is his father's house-they can steal the paper files stored in the Magic Law Enforcement Division, but they can't steal the memories stored in people's minds. Decades. Previously, Bob Ogden happened to visit there. In order to explore Voldemort’s life experience, I found him before his death and convinced him to tell me that memory..."

　　 "Ha, Dumbledore, how many things are you hiding from us?"

　　 Cornelius Fudge yelled dissatisfiedly, but he also knew it was not the time to complain.

　　 "Well, now we know the lair of the mysterious people, although after they attacked us—"

　　 "With all due respect, based on my knowledge of Tom, he would not choose Riddle House as his lair."

Dumbledore shook his head, with a touch of obvious confusion in his azure blue eyes. "In fact, I don't understand why he chose Riddle House to launch an attack, which is the residence of his Muggle father. It stands to reason. It should be where he hates and rejects the most."

　　 "I don't care about the logic of a crazy dark wizard, I just hope you can tell in advance next time—"

　　 "You may have forgotten, in fact, I did remind you in advance."

　　 Dumbledore looked at Fudge majesticly from the half-moon glasses, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com Fudge's voice faltered.

"But it's not too late at all. Voldemort thought we didn't know the specific location of'Riddle House'. We can send someone to that place to investigate immediately. If you are worried about safety, I can go together..." He took out the pocket watch with only twelve hands in his arms and glanced at it, "It is four o'clock in the morning. If I can't come back before six o'clock, I will go to the castle of Newmontgard immediately—"

　　 "Neumontgarde? You mean—"

　　 Cornelius Fudge opened his mouth wide, as if something terrible was rolling in his throat.

　　 "If I die, then only Grindelwald has a chance to kill Voldemort in this world."

Dumbledore said calmly, "He and his men can definitely contend with Death Eaters and Voldemort. Of course, this is only the worst case. If everything goes well, we will quickly figure out what happened. What, and..."

　　 The old wizard didn't finish speaking, and he swept the Ministry of Magic officials in the room meaningfully.

　　 "Anyway, we better set off as soon as possible..."

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