The suddenness of last night's attack was beyond everyone's expectations. www.biquge.info Judging from the extremely scarce information that the magic cloth has at present, the people who attacked the Ministry of Magic last night had a strong sense of prevention, and they were decisive and ruthless, whether it was to the wizards of the Ministry of Magic or to clean up the battlefield afterwards, it was undoubtedly not a tricky enemy.

I don't even know if the other party is an organization or an individual, maybe someone came to clean up the aftermath after the big explosion and clean up the battlefield, or maybe the wizard who led the way didn't die at all...

Judging from Fudge's description of the scene, the wizard ignored any spell attacks when he made the white powder fly, was he not afraid of some spells interrupting his movements, or was he not afraid of magic attacks at all?

Dumbledore groaned, though he preferred to be attacked by some kind of organization, but his suspicion of the latter reminded him of some troublesome person.

The thought of that goods made the wise old man feel a little headache. The recent troubles are one after another, and they all seem to be related to him...

Fudge, who was accompanying him, got a not very satisfactory answer, but there was no better way to do it, and he said goodbye and prepared to implement the old Deng's instructions.

Not only that, but he also had to deal with the newspaper reporters who had already flocked to him, and even though he had ordered a silence on such a big event, these reporters who lived off the news still relied on unknown channels to get exciting news.

Speaking of news, before leaving, Fudge told Dumbledore a piece of information that seemed insignificant to him: "By the way, Albus, in Hampstead... It's the outskirts of London that the magical creatures are dealing with now, and two third-year students at Hogwarts had illegally used magic in front of Muggles the night before, and they used it a little too often..."

"But the fog there is too thick and a little peculiar, and the owl of the Office of Forbidden Misuse of Magic is lost in it... I don't have enough people in the ministry right now, so I think you'll be interested in checking it out, because it's a student from your school..."

Dumbledore's beard moved, and he wanted to say something, but Fudge preemptively said, "I know, given the unsafe situation in Hampstead right now, it's understandable that they're probably using magic to deal with dangerous magical creatures." ”

"So I handed them over to you, not the Office of Forbidden Misuse of Magic..."

"I'll ask Dolores Umbridge to send you the details later. ”

Lao Deng did not refuse, but asked with interest: "What are the names of those two students...?"

Fudge had already hurried out a few steps, and when he heard the question, he didn't look back and left two names: "Hermione Granger and Roger Collins..."

A small piece of news, which can be regarded as a reward for Dumbledore's help to him today.

And the two students' out-of-school spells are really insignificant compared to the attack on the Ministry of Magic, not to mention whether the ministry has the energy to deal with this now.

Even if there is, in the condition of the Hampstead district shrouded in thick fog, it is not good for the Ministry of Magic to make a big fuss about the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards", it is better to sell it to Dumbledore as a personal favor, after all, that Roger was quite valued by him when he caught Peter Pettigrew in his first year...

Not long after Fudge hurried away, Deputy Minister Umbridge, who was short and stocky and penchanted for pink clothing, handed a bulging envelope to Dumbledore in her uncomfortable little girlish tone.

"Hello, this is what Mr. Minister asked me to give to you..."

The old man politely accepted it and thanked him.

"Hehe, you're welcome," Umbridge smiled fakely, "I remember you had something to do before, so I don't need you to remember it here." The Ministry of Magic will take care of everything..."

The woman's face wore a hypocritical and affectionate smile, but the meaning of her words did not reveal any kind of kindness.

Dumbledore's eyebrows moved, he looked at Umbridge with meaningful eyes, and waved the envelope in his hand in a calm tone: "Oh, yes... But now it seems that I need to go see my two mischievous students first. ”

"Then I wish you a smooth journey. With a smirk on her round toad-like face, Umbridge reached out and pressed the elevator button.

"Thank you. Dumbledore smiled back and stepped up the elevator.

When he walked into the fireplace and came out again, Dumbledore appeared in front of an old house in the street where no neighbors were willing to approach.

The house was out of place in comparison, with the old fence with skewed garbage cans, the yard overgrown with weeds, and the occupants of the house were just as unlikable as the house--- a weird disabled old man who lived alone in a crazy way.

Dumbledore, who was basically in the same eccentric class in the eyes of the people around him, walked into the courtyard and knocked on the door of the old house.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps in the house, but the door did not open.

"Who's out there?" a low, hoarse voice came from behind the door.

"It's me, Albus Dumbledore. Lao Deng said.

An old man who seemed to be scarred by every inch of skin on his face held up his wand and opened the door a small slit.

"You're over an hour late, Dumbledore. The man with a scar on his face opened the door in a rough voice and limped into Lao Deng.

At this time, in the sunlight, the owner of the house can only be seen in its entirety, with long gray hair, a face covered with scars, a mouth like a crooked mouth, and the place where the nose should be bulging is missing.

The strangest thing was that one of his eyes was small, black, shiny, while the other was large, bright blue like a round coin, and was spinning up and down and left and right without blinking, completely unrelated to the normal eye.

Just as he dragged the wooden prosthetic leg and turned to close the door, the blue eye rolled and burrowed into the man's head, leaving only a large white eyeball.

"I came in the morning and received several letters from Fudge... Something big happened to the Ministry of Magic, and they asked me to help. Dumbledley said as he walked inside.

Oh, oh, the man's prosthetic legs stepped on the floor of his house one by one, and he sneered unceremoniously: "Fudge's old rice bucket... I didn't expect him to stay in the ministerial position for so long... What to drink?"

"I'll do it myself, I don't think you have anything to drink either," the two sat down in the living room, Dumbledore smiling and waving his hand and waving his wand to summon a bottle of oak honey.