In recent days, colleagues in the ministry have been talking about the allocation of rooms in shelters, and Truman can always smell a sour lemon smell.
After the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic collectively moved into Shelter 1, there was a big discussion in the entire wizarding world. Many people who were not assigned houses were complaining about this. They believed that the shelter should be reserved for those who are easily fooled by mysterious people.
Employees targeted by Death Eaters, rather than left to higher-ups at the Ministry of Magic.
Of course, many employees are discussing when Shelter 2 will be completed.
Hearing two colleagues complaining about unfairness, Truman did not answer the question and just smiled. He knew very well that he had basically no share in being allocated a house in the shelter.
Who made him a Muggle wizard?
During his time working at the Ministry of Magic, Truman had figured out all the ways around him. The Ministry was full of discrimination, and was especially unfriendly to Muggle wizards. It was basically difficult to get promoted without protection.
If you don't get enough salary, you can only live in your current position for the rest of your life.
After bidding farewell to his colleagues with a smile on his face, Truman left the Ministry of Magic in whispers.
He had no intention of messing around with these boring guys. He wouldn't be able to stay at the Ministry of Magic for long anyway, so why waste time on these people?
not worth it.
After buying French fries and fried fish from a nearby Muggle fast food restaurant and having a hasty meal, Truman returned to the house he rented.
The location of his new home was a bit remote and the house was shabby, but Truman never regretted moving out and living on his own. He had to avoid accidentally involving his family one day.
Death Eaters can do this.
Not to mention Muggles, they would kill even ordinary wizarding families at will.
Truman really hopes to get a house in the shelter, but obviously such a good thing is basically out of his reach. Fortunately, he still has a good friend who is reliable. When the house there is built, he will move there.
Living in it can be regarded as having a new home of my own. When the time comes, I can change my job and live in the magical world more easily in the future.
Turning on the TV and listening to the news on the TV, Truman made himself a bag of black tea. While listening to the news on the TV, he leisurely flipped through the latest "Daily Prophet". The latest news in the newspaper caught Truman's attention: someone is missing.
Already.
In an era where mysterious people are rampant, it is not a big deal if someone goes missing.
But for some reason, Truman always felt a little uneasy. He always felt that he might have seen the missing person's photo in the newspaper somewhere.
A very famous person.
If Albert were here, he would definitely know him.
Wait, Albert!
Truman remembered where he had seen each other, at Albert's wedding.
this……
An increasingly bad feeling came over me.
At this moment, the looking glass on the desk, which was used to provide warning, suddenly rotated on the desk and sounded an alarm whistle.
problem occurs.
Truman almost jumped up from the sofa, feeling even more uneasy. He hurriedly took out his wand and pointed it at the door.
"No, calm down, calm down. In this situation, I should..."
Truman took a deep breath, tried to recall what Professor Albert had said, and tried to find a way to deal with it.
However, the increasingly rapid footsteps disrupted Truman's thoughts and made his hand holding the wand tremble.
After a moment, the door was knocked open from the outside, and a group of strangers barged in violently. They looked around with their wands raised, and couldn't help but get angry when they saw the empty room.
"Ran?"
The leading wizard was quite annoyed. He raised his wand and blew the table and the looking glass into powder. The room became completely silent.
"Chasing, that guy should have just left."
A group of people ran out again cheering.
Looking at the group of people leaving in a hurry, Truman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, he did not crawl out from under the bed because the detection pocket watch in his pocket was still a little hot. Everything proved that the enemy had not gone far.
This is most likely a trap.
Sure enough, more than ten seconds later, they rushed in again. Apparently they just left just to lure him out, but they obviously failed.
"The mudblood escaped?"
"Probably not. Don't forget that Apparition is forbidden around here, and there are people watching outside all the time. He didn't even see him leave."
The man who spoke looked around keenly and sneered: "He should be hiding. He is probably using the Disguise Curse. That guy is probably still in this room. There are probably too many of us in the room and we don't dare to come out for a sneak attack."
"you sure?"
Although they also joined Voldemort's minions, they were actually just trying to fish in troubled waters to gain some benefits for themselves.
As long as you catch the damn Mudblood, everyone here can get a bounty of at least ten Galleons.
No wonder they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, eager to find the guy who was hiding.
No, no one at all.
This group of people searched every inch of the room, but could not find their target.
"Where is it under the bed?" someone asked.
Everyone exchanged glances with each other, raised their wands and pointed at the bottom of the bed.
"Are you going to come out on your own, or are we going to get you out?" This group of people seemed to have determined that the target was under the bed.
Damn it!
Truman realized that he had been set up.
After using the Disillusionment Curse on himself, he hid directly under the room. He knew very well that if the guy who came to arrest him was more vigilant, he would definitely search the entire room.
Even if you use the Disillusionment Curse on yourself, it does not mean that your body disappears.
He gritted his teeth and reached into his pocket, preparing to use the elixir provided by Albert, hoping that the elixir would help him get through the current difficulties.
However, it was already too late. Several stun spells hit Truman under the bed, making him completely unable to resist.
"Look, we finally found the little mouse that was hiding."
The leader grabbed Truman's hair and pulled him out from under the bed, "If you had cooperated voluntarily just now, you would have suffered less. It's a pity that you wasted a lot of our time, so... you cut out your bones."
"
Truman snorted softly and endured the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
"Okay, stop playing around. They are still waiting for us over there. Send them over quickly to exchange for galleons!" someone reminded.
They were worried that something might happen during the period, so it would be most practical to replace this guy with Galleons as soon as possible.
Just when they left the room, someone suddenly fell down without warning, and then the corridor was shrouded in a cloud of black smoke.
"Damn, this is a trap."
The leader was about to poke his wand into Truman's neck. What made them most angry was that they fell into a trap they had set, and the apartment could not be apparated for the time being.
"Well, the Ministry of Magic is so cruel. They are planning to exchange my life for yours." Truman sighed softly. He thought that Albert should be the one to save him, but now he fell into the hands of the other party.
Find a way to avoid becoming a burden.
After everyone was stunned for a short time, they heard a sharp cry, and then the dark wizards fell to the ground one after another.
After a while, the crying stopped.
Fred and George were wearing earmuffs and recovering the mandrake roots they used as weapons.
"Look, I just said this thing is so effective that it makes people hard to guard against."
George stuffed the flower pots back into the box, tied up the unconscious dark wizards with ropes, and did not forget to erase their memories.
Albert didn't want too many people to know that they were using mandrake roots as weapons, lest others learn to use them against them.
After Fred collected the wands and tied up all the unlucky people, he suddenly asked: "Do you think other people will also be targeted?"
"I don't know, are you worried about Angelina?" George asked with a smile.
"I somewhat regret dragging her into the Defense Association."
"Is it over? There are only three below, and we have already taken care of them." Cedric appeared outside the corridor with a few unlucky guys who had been knocked unconscious by them.
"Where's Lee Jordan?" Fred asked.
"Here it is."
Lee Jordan, who was in an invisible state, reached out and patted Fred on the shoulder.
"Is he okay?"
Cedric was a little worried about Truman's situation.
"Don't worry, the crying of immature mandrake roots is not fatal. At most, it will only make you sleep for a few hours." George comforted, "We should remind the Ministry of Magic now and ask them to come and receive these people."
"I'm more worried now about whether other people will be affected."
The four of them were silent.
They weren't sure how much information the madmen had dug out of the old man's mind.
Once the mysterious man goes completely crazy and plans to attack the people attending Albert's wedding, no matter whether they join the defense association or not, they will be in bad luck.
