Such a good atmosphere has been ruined, even slapping him away with his claws is considered preferential treatment.
Hermione raised her wand in shame and anger and summoned the peacock Patronus, which was already half a man tall.
The two atmosphere destroyers were beaten back, and the Suanni Guardian God struck again with his claws.
I shot it back and forth dozens of times before I finally calmed down.
Vincent was very wise and did not mention what happened just now.
Hermione also tacitly stepped back slightly.
"Where were we talking?"
"Talk about Dumbledore and Grindelwald."
"These two bad old men have nothing to talk about."
"Well, let's talk about something else."
Drink tea, chat, and eat some snacks.
The whole night passed quickly, and the relationship between the two became a little closer.
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Just a few hours ago, something big happened at the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley.
Their owls were gone, not one of them was left.
The staff member on duty thought his superiors were joking until he saw the messy backyard.
Scrimgeour was awakened by his subordinates in the middle of the night.
He recently moved his home to the Auror office in order to deal with similar situations in a timely manner.
After arranging the personnel, he personally led the team to the crime scene.
"The breath of black magic..."
Although it has faded to the point of almost disappearing, Aurors are professionals in fighting this.
Scrimgeour waved his wand, trying to gather the scents together.
As expected, they dissipated faster.
Since we can't find out who the culprit is based on his breath, we can start by looking at other traces of magic.
But the Aurors were busy until 3 o'clock in the morning, but they couldn't find even a trace.
"If dark magic is to erase traces..." Scrimgeour looked at the rows of decaying owl huts.
To be able to dissolve so many magic contracts at the same time, the other party's black magic attainments are definitely very high.
There were many suspects in Knockturn Alley, but they were taken away for investigation immediately. The current interrogation brief is that they all have alibis.
Sneaking into the post office quietly, breaking the magical contract between the owls and leaving in time, and even setting traces of black magic destruction before leaving.
The prisoner was very thoughtful, had obviously made detailed plans, and did not want anyone to know his identity.
But what is the purpose of stealing so many owls? To cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic?
No!
A figure suddenly appeared in Scrimgeour's mind.
He is thoughtful, has detailed plans, and hides his identity.
"Sirius Black!" he yelled out the name through gritted teeth.
The surrounding Aurors were obviously surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, they found that it was very reasonable.
This jailbreak maniac must have noticed that the search for him was weakening, and he had obtained the Daily Prophet from the past few days through some source.
Stealing the owl actually had no purpose at all, just to test the Ministry of Magic's reaction.
"Continue investigating!"
You must not mess up your position. The Ministry of Magic's deployment is flawless and there are no loopholes to exploit.
Scrimgeour's self-comfort worked very well. Seeing his calm and composed appearance, the Aurors all returned to their original orderly state.
One hour passed, two hours passed.
The entire backyard has been turned upside down, but there aren't many traces that can be found.
"Close the team!"
Following Scrimgeour's order, the Aurors all used Apparition to leave.
After dawn, the investigation report was written.
Just when the Ministry of Magic was about to start an impromptu meeting, Cecia appeared in the English Channel.
She placed an exquisite cabin on the coast.
Soon, the owls flew out one after another.
Each of their claws has a small metal tube tied to it, which contains the newly printed "Daily Prophet".
Cecia waved her hand, "Let's go!"
"Coo, coo, coo -" the owls quickly dispersed.
The impromptu meeting at the Ministry of Magic did not last long.
Since it is very likely that Sirius was responsible for this owl theft, the whole matter must be handled in a low-key manner to minimize the negative impact.
At 10 a.m., Fudge visited the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley.
We just lost all the active postmen, and we can just find a new batch.
The person in charge of the post office had a smile on his face, but he was already cursing in his heart.
Do you think it's easy to find an owl that's willing to sign a magical contract?
There are only 231 people who can only be coaxed and deceived. If you want to restore the normal operation of the post office as soon as possible, you can only improve the treatment.
These all cost gold and galleons, and the Ministry of Magic didn't even compensate them, so they still want to deal with it in a low-key manner?
The person in charge showed a bright smile and said, "Mr. Minister, our post office will definitely resume normal operations as soon as possible to ensure that there will be no undelivered mail."
Fudge nodded with satisfaction, "The Ministry of Magic will definitely catch the prisoner as quickly as possible and recover your losses in time."
The person in charge said with a smile on his face, "That's really great!"
The condolences were over, and it was time for Fudge to go back.
As soon as they left, several owls flew into Diagon Alley.
He dropped off newspapers one by one to previous subscribers and flew away without taking any money.
The person in charge standing at the door of the post office pinched his arm.
Not dreaming?
Those missing owls are delivering packages!
He strode to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop diagonally across the street and grabbed the newspaper that had just been dropped.
"The Daily Prophet? Hasn't this shabby newspaper been closed down a long time ago?"
A short, fat witch in a purple robe snatched the newspaper back, "You Owl Post Office have learned how to rob!"
The person in charge of the post office quickly shook his head and denied, "Mrs. Malkin, this is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Mrs. Malkin raised the newspaper in her hand, "You came here to rob someone in broad daylight and you still dare to quibble!"
"Listen to me first..." The person in charge of the post office was beaten to the point of panic, "Madam, this is really a misunderstanding..."
Madam Malkin slapped his face hard with the newspaper in her hand, "Get out of here! Before I tell the Ministry of Magic!"
The post office manager was kicked out of the gown shop.
"Prophet Newspaper Agency!" He returned to the post office with a ferocious look on his face and angrily.
ministry of magic,
As soon as Fudge came back and his butt was still hot, the Owl Post Office came with a large group of people.
"What did you say?"
"Mr. Minister, the Prophet Newspaper Company did this! I saw with my own eyes that our owl was delivering their newspaper!"
Fudge looked at the post office manager's green and red face with strange eyes.
"I already know the matter, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."
The person in charge of the post office wanted to say something else, but unfortunately they were quickly sent away "enthusiastically".
After they left, Fudge's face became very ugly.
"Dolores! Go bring me that damn Daily Prophet!"
"Okay, Lord Minister." Umbridge left the living room and went straight to the Auror office on the second floor.
She is the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, and a small matter such as going out to find a newspaper is not something that requires her to take action personally.