Dumbledore stopped at the entrance to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic was now particularly chaotic.
Some employees of the Ministry of Magic were running along the ruin-like corridor, handing documents to each other, and then running back; some were waving their wands like windmills, repairing the fireplaces that still had a chance to be repaired. Everyone seemed to be interested
There was quite a bit of anger and they shouted at each other loudly.
Dumbledore's eyes swept across the hall. The originally magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic now looked like a dilapidated alley after being baptized by Muggle fire.
The fragments of the golden fountain statue broken into more than a dozen pieces were scattered on the ground. The dark blue ceiling was broken into pieces. The shiny black inlaid wooden boards now only have the "black" feature left. The ground is full of glass residue and charred stones.
Block - Conventional spells can restore broken stone slabs, but they cannot straighten or wax wallboards that have been burned into twisted coke. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why some Ministry of Magic employees are so angry.
This is what some people call...the final effect of "acting as hard as possible"?
Dumbledore's eyes twitched slightly, and he selectively ignored the fire dragon that was still whimpering in the shadows not far away.
I have to say, it's a good thing that Newt didn't participate in tonight's action. Otherwise, with that guy's stubbornness, he would probably have taken out his wand and tried his best as soon as Grindelwald hurt the fire dragon...
...Of course, it could also be releasing more fire dragons or something else...
"Professor Dumbledore, thank God you are here -"
Before Dumbledore could continue to sigh, several Ministry of Magic employees finally noticed the belated arrival of the old man.
Like dominoes, the originally busy and chaotic hall of the Ministry of Magic suddenly stopped for a few seconds.
Many people subconsciously stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Dumbledore who was standing at the entrance. As the most powerful wizard recognized in the wizarding world today, the most admirable thing about Dumbledore is not only his magical strength.
, as well as his extensive knowledge of magic in various fields.
After all, any wizard in the British wizarding world who is under one hundred years old and over eleven years old must, without exception, be called professor.
At least, when they encounter a magical problem that cannot be solved, this is the simplest and most direct way to ask for help...
"Professor Dumbledore, the Floo network still cannot be restored. I have tried to re-establish the connection, but it has no effect."
Mrs. Aymock, the person in charge of the Floo Network Office, seemed to have seen a savior, "Those dark wizards used some weird magic. All the Floo Networks in the UK were disconnected. I wonder if I can spare you a little time."
, help us find out what’s going on first?”
In addition, the head of the Department of Mysteries, fireplace repairs, liftmaster, Auror office...
Almost all wizards came together, and the remaining damage caused by "Mysterious Man" and Death Eaters was more difficult than they imagined. Although the goblins of Gringotts Wizarding Bank assisted them in undoing the curse, people still hope to find some
A more trustworthy shortcut, and Albus Dumbledore is obviously the answer - if even Dumbledore says there is no way, then they also have a reply that can be explained.
These graduates from the Ministry of Magic had weaker magical foundations than he thought... The kid was really right.
Dumbledore looked around at the officials who were troubled by simple magic tricks, and sighed silently in his heart. He originally thought that the educational achievements of Hogwarts were at least above average, but who knew that "outside"
"The reality is so much worse than he imagined.
As for the few students who are pretty decent...
"Mr. Dumbledore, the Minister and the Directors are having a meeting to discuss relevant matters. Please wait here for a moment. I will inform Minister Cornelius Fudge. If there is any urgent verbal message, I will be able to provide you with it later.
Please convey this to the minister and others."
Kingsley Shacklebolt said in a deep voice. Compared to other wizards, this dark-skinned Auror was as calm and composed as ever.
The only pity is that this reliable elite Auror does not belong to the "Ministry of Magic" sequence in Dumbledore's knowledge.
As a backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, a high-level operator of the Destiny Group, and a Class A member of the Foundation, Kingsley cannot serve as a reference for the average strength of the Ministry of Magic no matter how hard he thinks. And the most outrageous thing is that Kingsley is already working hard.
Although he was hiding himself, he was still one of the most reliable wizards in the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore could not imagine what would happen if all the "invisible ghosts" in the Ministry of Magic disappeared overnight.
"I understand, Mr. Shacklebolt. No additional oral information."
Dumbledore shook his head, took out his wand and began to help the Ministry of Magic clean up the mess.
It seems that the supplementary teaching plan for "Adult Magical Continuing Education" at Hogwarts should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
"Before those gentlemen can reach an agreement, it seems that I still have quite a lot of things to do - if possible, I might ask you to sort out a list later to see where I can help.
, so that everyone doesn’t have to be around me all the time..."
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Floo network "restart" work is not complicated.
For Dumbledore, how to make this work look "complex" was the problem.
You must know that none of the diabolical methods Elena had prepared were used. The floo network in the British wizarding world was only caused by malicious "address hijacking". It was neither a "data flow" attack nor a "data flow" attack.
"Underlying code" tampering...
As one of the culprits who provided the original ideas and principles of magic, Dumbledore knew what the problem was even with his eyes closed.
After five minutes of diligent "research", the most powerful white wizard in the wizarding world today tapped the fireplace lightly with his wand.
"It's very clever. It seems that the other party understands the operating principles of the Floo Network better than you do, Mrs. Aymock——"
Dumbledore glanced at the nervous witch, and his wand drew a mysterious and complicated trajectory in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, a few bright white light spots like falling snow appeared out of thin air and blended silently into the temporarily useless fireplaces of the Ministry of Magic - although those light spots looked so weak, they were almost like the bar owners using
Little tricks caused by the Lighting Curse, but no one here would confuse them with the special effects of falling snow in the Leaky Cauldron: this was Albus Dumbledore's large-scale curse-breaking lesson in public.
People opened their eyes wide and tried to look at the light spots integrated into the fireplace, as if they wanted to see some special skills inside.
However, nothing happened...as if those light spots were just...
"That should be all right, I think. Mrs. Aymock, you can try to reconnect now."
Dumbledore said gently, without waiting for anyone to ask questions, and explained with a smile, "You are intimidated by the complicated and complicated magic network. In fact, as long as you calm down and think back for a moment about the knowledge you learned in the Transfiguration class, you will find this
In fact, it is a subtle transformation spell - those uninvited guests used the spell to deceive the Floo network, allowing them to cut off the feedback information when pointing to the destination path, creating the illusion of a so-called interruption."
As he spoke, Dumbledore grabbed a pinch of floo powder and sprinkled it on the fireplace in front of him.
"Diagon Alley!"
boom!
As his words fell, a green flame rose from the fireplace.
"Well, I just opened the deadlock, and the follow-up Floo network detection, reconnection, and query work..."
"Thank you very much. Leave the rest to me, Professor Dumbledore." Mrs. Aymock replied quickly.
She came to her senses and struck quickly with her wand beside the rekindled fireplace.
With the floo network restored to its original state, the stalled work of the Department of Magical Transport has also begun to resume - they must seize the time to sort out the starting point of those dark wizards. This is the request of Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office
, they plan to arrest people according to this list.
This is not a very complicated task. Excluding those Ministry of Magic employees, the rest are all highly suspect.
Every step is part of the little witch's calculation...
Dumbledore watched Mrs. Aymock and others begin to retrace their steps and analyze the trajectory of the Ministry of Magic's fireplace tonight. He shook his head with a complex expression, turned around and took the "Assistance List" compiled by Kingsley, and began to help other wizards clean up the mess.
He gave no hints, as all suggestions seemed to have been "thought out" before he arrived.
His role tonight is more to provide some "magical technology" assistance to the Ministry of Magic. By the way, he can serve as a bystander to set the tone for this farce, and to observe with his own eyes how magical government officials are doing their actual work.
How much school knowledge do you still remember...
Judging from the current situation, the efforts of the Hogwarts professors have almost been in vain.
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"Riddle House? What is that place?" Cornelius Fudge frowned.
"I don't know, but all the traces of fireplaces in the hall have the name 'Riddle House'——"
Mrs. Aymock hesitated for a moment and said with some uncertainty, "Maybe I remembered it wrong, but before today, I had never seen the name 'Riddle House' in the fireplace access list of the Floo Network.
, maybe, this is just a non-existent..."
The Ministry of Magic's files recording the distribution of wizards throughout the UK are stored in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Of course, with the "fall" of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, all those files naturally fell into the hands of dark wizards.
"Wait, Riddle...this name..."
Alilia Bones muttered, her face changing slightly.
However, before she could speak, Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded.
"On the northern edge of Sussex, in the village of Little Hangleton - if I remember correctly, Riddle House is there."
Dumbledore sighed softly, looked at the Ministry of Magic officials in the room who were hesitant to speak, and said softly.
"Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle, and Riddle House is his father's house - they can steal the paper files stored in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but they cannot steal the memories stored in people's minds. Dozens
Years ago, Bob Ogden happened to visit there. In order to explore Voldemort's life experience, I found him before his death and persuaded him to tell me that memory..."
"Ha, Dumbledore, how many things are you hiding from us?"
Cornelius Fudge shouted dissatisfiedly, but he also knew that now was not the time to complain.
"Well, now we know the mysterious man's lair, although it was only after they launched an attack on us-"
"With all due respect, based on what I know about Tom, he would not choose Riddle House as his lair."
Dumbledore shook his head, with a hint of obvious confusion in his blue eyes, "In fact, I don't understand why he chose Riddle House to launch the attack. That is the residence of his Muggle father. Logically speaking,
It should be the place he hates and rejects the most."
"I don't care about the logic of a crazy dark wizard. I just hope you can tell me in advance next time -"
"You may have forgotten, but in fact, I did remind you in advance."
Dumbledore looked at Fudge majestically over his half-moon glasses, and Fudge's voice faltered.
"But it's not too late. Voldemort thinks that we don't know the specific location of 'Riddle House'. We can immediately send people to that place to investigate. If you are worried about safety, I can go with you..." Dumbledore
He took out the pocket watch with only twelve hands and glanced at it, "It's four o'clock in the morning. If I don't come back before six o'clock, I will go to Nurmengard Castle immediately -"
"Nurmengard? Do you mean-"
Cornelius Fudge's mouth opened wide, as if something terrible was rolling in his throat.
"If I die, then the only person in this world who has the chance to kill Voldemort is Grindelwald."
Dumbledore said calmly, "He and his men can definitely compete with the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Of course, this is only the worst case scenario. If everything goes well, we will soon figure out what happened.
What, and..."
Before the old wizard finished speaking, he glanced meaningfully at the Ministry of Magic officials in the room.
"Anyway, we'd better leave as soon as possible..."