Little Hangleton, the drawing room of Riddle House.
As the evacuation order was conveyed, the silent Riddle House turned into a temporary transit station.
Elena was sitting at the end of the long table in the living room, looking through the reports sent back by the regional combat teams, and asking the team leaders responsible for this "cleaning" operation: "Has anyone found the ancient magic text records?
Are there any remaining tablets from the European Ministry of Magic?"
Kurt Meyer shrugged, exchanged glances with several colleagues around him, and answered quickly.
"Wait a moment, I can look for it..."
He pulled out his wand and tapped the pile of documents, and the words "magic text" and "rune text" appeared out of thin air.
Falling down as lightly as a spider web hanging from the ceiling, Elena noticed that the words on many documents began to flicker.
A strong wind seemed to suddenly blow in the living room, blowing the action record lists and turning the pages, finally stopping on some record pages imprinted with light magic light. Kurt Meyer picked up the "search results" and looked at them carefully.
He looked at it, shook his head and said.
"Sorry, Miss, we did not find a new magic text inheritance tablet."
"What a pity." Elena replied slightly disappointed.
It seems that Grindelwald's search in the European magic world was very thorough decades ago. Even after decades, no new runes have been re-incorporated into the warehouses of the Ministry of Magic in various countries. If she wants to master the new ancient magic text,
Regarding magic writing, we still have to work hard on those old wizards.
At the same time, she couldn't help feeling a little emotional, feeling that the magic research conducted by the Ministry of Magic in various countries was too lagging and slow.
Judging from the current progress, let alone any "cross-era" magic achievements, the magic world has not even recovered the knowledge from decades ago.
"Modern wizards are not as good as ancient wizards. This is simply outrageous...Magic is not a spiritual tide."
Elena glanced at the files that were put together with the research materials related to the magic text, murmured something in a low voice, and then asked:
"So, have you obtained all the household registration information of European wizards and the ruling files over the years?"
"Yes." Kurt Meier replied affirmatively, "The British Ministry of Magic is the last batch. All files related to the target wizarding world were cleared out at the first time, but the specific information is still being sorted out.
, here is the rough catalog list and completion status..."
The old man who was the backbone of the "Wiccan Party" at that time dug out several documents and handed them to Elena with some pride.
"After the evacuation order was issued, I asked them to compile this list document to facilitate overall planning."
"Huh? This is... a timely combat summary report?"
Elena looked at Kurt with slight surprise, and looked at the report in her hand with some surprise.
It has to be said that compared to the various underlings of Lord Demort, Mr. Grindelwald's former followers were crushed in almost all aspects in terms of appearance, strength, IQ, and EQ, and most importantly, they learned and accepted
The ability to create new things is quite strong.
She had only mentioned it a few times before, but she didn't expect it to appear during this operation - Tianming Group's execution ability was stronger than she thought.
Kurt Meyer looked at the surprise in "the eldest lady's" eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said calmly.
"Well, that's right. If you think there are any omissions or additions, we still have the surplus to make up for it——"
"I understand, thank you very much. I'll take a quick look to see if there are any problems."
Elena nodded, waved her wand to make the light in the living room brighter, and concentrated on flipping through the documents at hand.
"The residence address, family members, and surrounding environment of wizards in the UK... huh? The Ministry of Magic still has some work to do. The household registration statistics work is quite good. These information are directly archived and will be entered into the system in the Succubus City later.
, delineate the living areas of wizards in various places."
"The records of the Wizengamot trial, the records of the Greek Magic Tribunal...Except for the UK, make a copy of the others and put them back -"
"Research manuscripts and materials related to the Department of Mysteries? Let me take a look - the Ministry of Magic is really begging for food."
"Huh? Why don't you see anything from the Office of Misuse of Muggle Items? And the Office of Misuse of Magic... If you have time, notify our people to take these things away together. There is no need to take care of sports and other things. Traffic
Please also clean up the files over there."
Elena frowned a few times, turned her head and looked at the wizards standing beside her and gave instructions.
"Also, don't take away the documents from the Muggle Liaison Office. I'm worried that they won't know who to send a warning to..."
The efficiency of the Destiny Wizard's actions greatly exceeded Elena's expectations, or to be more precise, the defense loopholes within the Ministry of Magic were completely beyond her previous expectations. All the back-ups of the protective magic and agencies were useless—
—In addition to spending some time on the Floo Network, the Destiny Wizard walked into the Ministry of Magic as if he was in no one's land, and directly waved his wand to remove everything that could be taken away without any twists and turns.
Under this situation, Elena had to adjust the ability evaluation level of each country's Ministry of Magic downwards.
After all, judging from the feedback from Tonks and Kingsley, it seems that the Ministry of Magic has not yet found a solution to the collapse of the Floo network.
No one knows how to reconnect to the Floo Network... The wizards in the Floo Network office can only connect but not repair... It's not like Hogwarts will have to provide technical support by then, right? Elena's thoughts were racing.
, a golden red fire suddenly lit up in the living room.
Elena turned her head subconsciously and saw a familiar face, a face she usually only saw during meals.
He has a long silver-white beard, blue eyes, half-moon glasses, and a very long nose, but it seems to have been broken at least twice. Everyone in the wizarding world today does not know this wizard - the principal of Hogwarts and the guardian of magic.
God, Darkness's nemesis and secret nurturer, Albus Dumbledore.
Next to Dumbledore was the goblin first mate of the Hyperion who looked a little frightened.
"Hey, good evening, Professor Dumbledore."
Elena waved her hand calmly and said while flipping through the report at hand.
"The Ministry of Magic hasn't found a way to repair the Floo network. Maybe you should go there and see if you can help. If you don't plan to tutor those clumsy graduates, you can just read the report if you have any problems.
...The information, lists, and task records are all here."
Before Dumbledore could speak, Elena waved her hand casually and continued to block the old man's questioning in advance.
"You have also seen how bad the security of the Ministry of Magic is. There is so much important information and magic items. If there is no protection like the weeds on the street - if these fall into the wrong hands, it will be much more dangerous than it is now. About this
Whether a series of actions is correct or not, we can discuss slowly after tonight's action is over, but now you'd better choose action instead of starting meaningless debates and accusations..."
"For example..."
Elena grabbed a handful of small fish rice from her chest and waved in Dumbledore's direction.
The phoenix Fawkes let out a sweet chirp, silently glided over the old wizard's shoulder, landed next to Elena, and heartlessly began to eat the snacks carefully cooked by the Hogwarts house elves.
He was completely unaware of the tense atmosphere in the living room.
On the other side, Elena touched the warm, soft golden-red feathers of the phoenix and gently shook her head towards the wizards around her.
"Well, most of the stuff from the British Ministry of Magic is in transit here. If you insist on sending it back, you can move it yourself. Otherwise, you can help organize it and review the action report... Of course, or you can also consider going back in time.
The way - we have taken away a lot of time turners from the Ministry of Magic, and they have not been sealed or destroyed yet. If there are any that are useful, you can use them as you like..."
"……so--"
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, looking at the angelic face that was as cute as it was on the side of a certain King's Gallons hill a year ago.
I don't know why, but with Elena's voice, his heart that was originally aching became less painful. Maybe he finally started to get used to this little witch's "surprise gift". This kind of devil who kills first and plays later, but also has no tricks at all.
Whispering, it's just too much to handle.
Dumbledore looked around at the destined wizards and the items and documents that were being inventoried and sealed, and his beard trembled several times.
"Anyway, your action this time is too dangerous. It is not a good idea to completely anger the Ministry of Magic——"
"Your Majesty the Queen, urgent information!"
At this moment, a sharp and harsh voice suddenly interrupted Dumbledore's words.
With a slight explosion, a goblin appeared in the living room and hurriedly said to Elena.
"Information came from the Armenian Gringotts branch. More than a dozen Ministry of Magic gathered in the bank lobby, hoping that Gringotts would provide them with assistance and recapture the Ministry of Magic occupied by the 'Dark Wizard'. Preparations for the remote meeting have been made.
Your Majesty the Queen, what you mean is..."
"Asking for help? Oh, of course, of course, we have always been partners of justice!"
Elena was stunned for half a second, pursed her lips, broke into a charming smile, and glanced at Dumbledore playfully.
"Look, Professor Dumbledore, you obviously have some misunderstandings - we have never been bad people, we are reliable allies who stand on the side of the magical government and justice in critical moments. Now I have to find a way to assist the gentlemen of the Ministry of Magic.
Now, I will leave the scene to you. Anyway, your authority is the same as mine. If you have any opinions or dissatisfaction, just give the order directly. Peace and the future are always in your hands."
"By the way, Fox can lend me a little loan, after all... time is tight."
Elena blinked, picked up the newborn golden-red phoenix, and touched her wings gently.
"Fox, do me a favor. I'm going to Gringotts Wizarding Bank - the one in Diagon Alley in London. You've been there before. Professor Dumbledore, do you have any objection? Or you can go to Armenia yourself.
The wizarding world, assist the Ministry of Magic in repairing the Floo Network?"
"...When tonight's things are over, we have to have a good meeting."
Dumbledore was silent for a few seconds, took a deep look at the increasingly powerless little witch, and sighed softly.
"Well, go and come back quickly. Sorry to trouble you, Fox."
He nodded slightly towards the pure phoenix that fell into the clutches of the devil.
The firelight flickered and the two disappeared into the living room.