Chapter 1136 The paralyzed fireplace and the undefended magic world
Chapter 1136 The paralyzed fireplace and the undefended magic world
"Mr. Bagman? Why are you here?"
Tonks put down the buttered toast in her hand and looked at the burly wizard curiously.
Kingsley does not need an introduction this time. As the most active elite witch in the Auror Command in the Ministry of Magic, apart from retired seniors like Mad-Eye Moody and the Silent Man who rarely shows up, the Ministry of Magic has
There are hundreds of people up and down, and she can name most of them.
However, the arrival of Ludo Bagman did come as a bit of a surprise, after all...
"What? Can wizards from the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic only appear on the Quidditch pitch?"
Ludo Bagman turned his head, glanced at the young witch with bubblegum pink hair, and picked up a piece of toast from her table.
"After all, I am also the Director of the Ministry of Magic. Such a big thing happened in the Ministry. Of course I have to come and help. Then again, what happened, Mr. Crouch? You only said in the emergency communication
A level 1 incident was reported, and the meeting place was still at... the Leaky Cauldron - is there a secret birthday party, or some kind of small night party at the Ministry of Magic? Oh, thank you, the buttered bread is great!"
"Unfortunately, there is no secret party. A quarter of an hour ago, the Ministry of Magic fell due to an attack by a large number of dark wizards."
Barty Crouch said solemnly that he didn't like Ludo Bagman because he always couldn't distinguish the importance of things.
When this guy retired and joined the Ministry of Magic, both he and Mad-Eye Moody strongly opposed it.
However, compared to the huge number of "Quidditch fans" in the Ministry of Magic, their voices were 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. He has been employed for less than ten years.
He has become the youngest Director of the Ministry of Magic today.
Facts have proved that this star, who seemed a bit reckless at first, is more reliable than many "mature" politicians at certain times.
"The specific situation is almost the same as what was in the request for help. Someone has captured the Ministry of Magic. There are at least thirty people. Their purpose is unknown, their identity is unknown, and they are extremely dangerous. Let's put it this way, those bastards' first reaction when they saw us
It is to release the Killing Curse. We suspect that the mysterious man and his followers have come back, but what exactly is going on has to wait until the Minister and Aurors return from Armenia..."
"Armenia? You-Know-Who? Uh...wait I'm confused? Are Minister Fudge and the other Aurors not in England now?"
Ludo Bagman was obviously confused. He blinked and looked at Barty Cratchit in confusion.
However, his doubts were not answered immediately - Scrimgeour interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Those questions can be answered later, but what's more important now is——"
Scrimgeour frowned heavily, his eyes quickly swept over the broomstick in Ludo Bagman's hand, his expression solemn.
"Mr. Bagman, you just said that the fireplace is broken and cannot be used...what do you mean?"
"Well, that's the literal meaning. I originally planned to floo powder here directly, but the fireplace here in the Leaky Cauldron seems to be broken - there seems to be something wrong with the fireplaces in Diagon Alley, and Crouch
In his request for help, sir, he also emphasized not to use the Ministry of Magic fireplace..."
All the fireplaces in Diagon Alley... went wrong at the same time?!
Scrimgeour's expression changed, he stood up suddenly, and hurriedly walked toward the bar outside the door.
"Tom, do you have any floo powder here? Let me use it-"
The voice of the Auror Office Director, who was as calm as an old lion, sounded a little impatient. A few minutes later, he strode back to the temporary conference room, holding a small jar filled with light silver Floo powder in his hand.
Grab a handful of powder and sprinkle it on the fireplace next to it.
As the powder was sprinkled in, the orange-red flame instantly turned into a faint green, reflecting on everyone's faces.
"Home."
Scrimgeour said simply, took out his wand and quickly stepped into the green magic flame.
The flames roared up, instantly swallowing Scrimgeour's figure...and then quickly faded away like a tide.
"Oh, damn, now there's trouble—"
The figure of Rufus Scrimgeour reappeared in the fireplace. Before the flames had time to change from dark green to orange-red, he quickly emerged from the fireplace. Almost as soon as he returned to the floor of the room,
Barty Crouch let out a painful curse.
"It's not that the fireplace is broken, Bagman - the Floo network is down. Someone has shut down the Floo network across the UK..."
"Well, wouldn't it be nice to contact the Floo Network management department and reopen it?"
"The problem is that most of the Aurors in the British Ministry of Magic, including Minister Cornelius Fudge and Director Amelia Bones, are currently performing tasks in the Armenian forest thousands of miles away. If the floo network is paralyzed,
, it will take several hours to repair 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, Crouch, Moody and others looked at each other and saw the worry in their eyes.
As old people who have experienced the period when the dark forces were raging more than ten years ago, they understand very well what it means to have an "undefended" magical world.
The worst-case scenario is that when Cornelius Fudge returns tomorrow, the sky of the British wizarding world will be filled with the Dark Mark symbolizing death - just like their reckoning after the fall of Voldemort, with the Dark Mark
The forces are back, and Scrimgeour, Crouch and others don't have to think about what the other party will do. The revenge of those Death Eaters will definitely be more cruel and violent than that of the Ministry of Magic.
The only thing Scrimgeour hopes now is that the Ministry of Magic can delay the Death Eaters long enough.
Even if the Ministry of Magic is reduced to ruins or even razed to the ground, it would be better than becoming a starting point for demanding the lives of various Ministry of Magic officials and wizard families who had helped the Ministry of Magic capture Death Eaters... The fireplace of the Ministry of Magic is almost enough.
Arrive at the living room of any wizarding household.
Since those "Death Eaters" thought of paralyzing the Floo Network to prevent the return of reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic, they couldn't have thought of this.
"Sorry, Tonks, Kingsley... My previous promise that you can rest tonight may not be fulfilled. We must set off immediately now, go to the homes of each Ministry of Magic member separately, wake them up one by one and issue a warning——
"
"If the floo network doesn't work, then phantom. If the phantom distance is not enough, use the portkey!"
"All in all, we have to spread the news as soon as possible to keep everyone alert!"
Scrimgeour stood up with a snap and looked around at the wizards sitting in the room.
"Remember, never go to the Ministry of Magic alone! You will die!"