The Ministry's inventory was more efficient than Cornelius Fudge had imagined.
Before the sky started to get brighter, rough statistics from various departments came out, but now he hoped they would go slower.
"So... You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters almost destroyed most of the Ministry of Magic?" Cornelius Fudge took a deep breath. He suddenly discovered that the years have left traces on his body, at least for more than ten years.
He had never had a similar bad state of chest tightness and shortness of breath before.
"The damage to the Department of Mysteries was relatively serious. The Prophecy Hall was almost 90% destroyed. The gentlemen of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters are still trying to recover, but the final result may not be too optimistic..."
Amelia Bones turned over the statistical list in her hand, her monocle reflecting the cold light.
"Besides, now we at least know one of the goals of those dark wizards——"
"Actually, the word 'destroyed' is not quite accurate this time. Most of the floors have been damaged to varying degrees, except for the floor where our Magical Law Enforcement Department is located - they did not carry out any damage.
They emptied everything!"
"In addition to this, there is also the courtroom where all the files since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic have been taken away..."
As the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ms. Bones was actually mentally prepared to face the ruins before going upstairs.
After all, compared to other departments, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is definitely the department that mysterious people and Death Eaters hate the most.
However, when she stepped out of the creaking elevator, Amelia Bones realized that she had been too optimistic before.
In addition to the torches on the walls, the wooden boards inlaid in the corridors, and the windows with weather magic, not to mention the desks and filing cabinets, even the magic lamps on the ceiling were removed by those bastards and taken away.
The building is "clean" as if it had just been built.
"Everything in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has been moved away? What do they want to do?"
Cornelius Fudge frowned heavily and cursed under his breath.
He seemed to have returned to the time when he first took over the position of minister. Everything was piled up in a disorderly manner. Everything was urgent, but when he took a closer look, he felt that he had no way to start. He could only move forward like a doll driven by time and events.
Push away.
He thought for a long time, shook his increasingly swollen head, sighed again and said:
"In short, the UK is not the only one to be attacked tonight. The answer will naturally emerge after the damage to the Ministry of Magic in various countries is compiled."
"Taking advantage of this little time, I would like to inform all department directors to come to my office, and we can briefly exchange information before the press conference."
Cornelius Fudge paused for a few seconds and glanced at the fire dragon not far away.
It was precisely because of the two rampaging Ukrainian iron bellies that the mysterious man and his entourage had to choose to retreat.
Gringotts Wizarding Bank has fulfilled their promise, and in turn, the goblins will naturally receive acceptance and rewards from wizards.
Only the two fire dragons were harmed in tonight's battle. Although Voldemort and his henchmen also ran away, this was an ending that everyone was happy to accept. Shortly after the battle, the Gringotts goblin
They calmed down the fire dragon and began to help the wizard clean up the scene.
They found small silver shovels and bottles from nowhere, wandering around the halls of the Ministry of Magic and the fire dragons, collecting the spilled dragon blood.
Oh, goblin——
Cornelius Fudge shook his head, turned his head and gave instructions to Kingsley, who had just arrived.
"Kingsley, please inform the goblins and ask them to send a representative to my office to communicate together -"
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The villagers of Little Hangleton were awakened by the sound of piercing sirens and the sound of heavy objects collapsing.
When they hurriedly opened the window in their pajamas, the Riddle House, which had stood on the hillside for more than half a century, had already been reduced to a sea of flames.
The messy, dry vines and weeds undoubtedly contributed to the fire. The sheriff and the police who rushed to the town after hearing the news came to the same conclusion within a few minutes of the fire alarm - unless there was a sudden heavy rain, otherwise they would only
You can wait for the flames to burn everything around before going over to take a look.
In fact, if old Frank hadn't vowed that there were many people there, the police would have even planned to come back tomorrow.
"There were no screams, and there were no figures. I only saw the light of fire——"
"That's impossible, sir. I swear I saw someone go in, they lit the fireplace in the kitchen, and I heard them plotting to kill someone - you must think I'm crazy, but it's so bizarre,
The Riddle who bought this place is the Riddle——"
Old Frank waved his hands, wanting to draw in the air everything he had just seen and heard.
"Everyone in Little Hangleton remembers that old Tom Riddle once had a disgraceful elopement history. He eloped with the tramp's daughter for more than half a year, and they had a child - that Tom Marvolo.
"Riddle, sir, you summoned him here. He killed his father, a very dangerous prisoner, decades ago, and I heard that they seem to be planning an attack on the police station-"
"I understand, when the fire broke out in Riddle House, was there anyone else at the scene besides you?"
A police officer yawned, interrupted Old Frank somewhat roughly, and scribbled something in his notebook.
"Okay, we will find out everything. Mr. Riddle and his butler will also pay attention to this matter. After all, someone burned down the old house they bought less than a month ago. Mr. Frank, if you have nothing to add,
Yes, just pack your things and go back to the police station with us."
"Pack your things...go back to the police station?! Wait, wait--"
Old Frank was stunned for half a second, his whole body tense up like a frightened hunting dog, and his cloudy eyes swept over the police officers.
It is obvious that even after decades, the police are still as incompetent and stupid as ever. Old Frank used his toes to think and knew what these guys were suspecting. The old man clenched the cane in his hand, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and it seemed that he would be dead in the next moment.
Will wave forward.
"Just asking for some details... is not... well, anyway, your suspicion is indeed not small."
Under the old man's alert gaze, an older police officer sighed, spread his hands and replied.
"However, we can wait until the fire is extinguished. It won't burn for long anyway."
He glanced at the old house that was engulfed in flames.
"Whether anyone broke in and what the cause of the fire was, we will know when we go in and take a look -"
The surrounding grass was cleared by the fire police in advance together with them, and there were no shrubs or houses around the Riddle House. The fire would not spread further, and the lack of people and calls for help made the fire police relax.
Take a breath, they don't have to break in.
The older policeman patted Old Frank on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I believe that this will definitely not be set on fire by you, Mr. Frank -"
"This fire didn't have seven or eight barrels of gasoline to support it, so it couldn't have burned so badly. It seems that the arsonist and the Riddle House or the new buyer must have some unknown grudge, otherwise there would be no need to go to such trouble to burn a whole house.
An old house that has been abandoned for decades."
The middle-aged policeman said thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping over the villagers and finally returning to old Frank.
"Actually, I'm more curious about the story of Tom Riddle than the sudden fire tonight."
Perhaps because of the "Sherlock Holmes" series, the British police have always had an unusual enthusiasm for investigating and solving closed cases over the years. For a police officer, cracking a case that has been closed for decades,
The prestige, honor, and sense of accomplishment are almost the sum total of their life's trivial affairs. The more incredible and bizarre the case, the easier it is to stir up the nerves of some British police officers.
Frey's decades as a police officer told him that there was definitely a story behind this incident that could be discussed in the newspapers for weeks at least.
Unlike those young people, Frey knew that if he wanted to move his position before retirement, the best way was to find some big cases that could stimulate people to read and discuss during the economic depression, and the Riddle House arson case
Obviously a wonderful start to the story.
…………
At the same time, halfway up the mountain on the other side of Little Hangleton Village.
Two old men stood side by side in the shadow of tall shrubs, looking at the Riddle House in flames in the distance.
"What about the girl?"
"If Hyperion hadn't lied, she should have gone back to Hogwarts to sleep."
"After personally directing such a performance that subverted the magical world, she could still go back to bed as if nothing had happened? I thought she would at least wait until the curtain call before going back - before that girl went back, she asked the Hyperion
Convey something?"
"No, she just said that as a model student at Hogwarts, she tries to avoid staying up at night."
Dumbledore said with a strange expression, glancing at the old devil standing next to him, "Well, in her words, from the moment you successfully evacuate, tonight's incident will be completely over. The rest of the matter
, these are all things that 'adults' should worry about..."
"Hey, she is really... worthy of being the Fairy Queen——"
Grindelwald grinned, sighed aimlessly, and then turned to look at Dumbledore.
"What about you? You have to show up to the British Ministry of Magic. Do you want to help?"
"Don't bother, I'll be there in a moment -"
Dumbledore shook his head, his blue eyes reflecting the firelight in the distance, and after thinking for a while, he added an additional sentence.
"Besides, Moody is also over there. Although his magic eyes may not be able to see through your disguise, to be safe, you should not be too showy recently. The situation in the magic world will definitely become very tense. If you can help
Me keeping an eye on the child is the greatest help."
"That's no problem—"
The old devil said with a confident smile, and raised his hand to pat Dumbledore on the back.
"You know, my appearance fee is very high - if it weren't for the money spent on that kid, I wouldn't play that crazy, tasteless, and mentally ill young man. To be honest, I
Now I'm a little worried whether my performance will be a bit inadequate."
"Well, that guy's strength isn't so bad that he can't handle two fire dragons, right? But I don't dare to scare him to death -"