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When the intern knocked on the door again, Mr. Minister angrily tried to yell at him to expel him from the ministry, but the anger on his face immediately disappeared when the old man came in behind the young wizard.

"What's the matter with you, Minister?" Dumbledore grumbled half-truthfully, his tone light-hearted, "When the owl delivered the letter to me, I was about to visit an old friend I hadn't seen in years. ”

"Friends can see you whenever you want, Albus, but now the Ministry of Magic... No, there's a big problem in the wizarding world!" Fudge said worriedly, "Didn't you notice anything different in the ministry today?"

"It's different? When I came in, I saw that the pure gold statue in the main hall was gone, could it be that the goblins at Gringotts had some idea and broke the financial chain of the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore's silver-white beard shook twice, and said mildly, "Then there is no need to sell the fountain statue so quickly... I like that a lot. ”

"It's not a small thing, Albus, even as bad as the Goblin Rebellion. Fudge's hands rubbed uneasily in front of him, "The statue has been snatched away... Just last night. And the Ministry has lost more than 100 men, and half of the Mystic Affairs Department has been destroyed!

Dumbledore's mild expression became serious, and his tone even had the following implication of command: "What the hell is going on, I need you to tell me everything as it is." ”

Fudge waved Dumbledore to sit down, and at the same time called the young intern in and read the Ministry's preliminary loss statistics to the old man again.

After listening, Dumbledore fell into deep thought, and Fudge sat aside several times without interrupting his train of thought, and after a while, the sharp eyes behind the old man's glasses stared at the minister who had been out of proportion, and said:

"And what about what happened last night? I want you to tell me everything you know. ”

Fudge Khanjin nodded his head and asked in a hurry: "In the early hours of last night, the wizard on duty in the ministry sent me a patron saint with a message, saying that there was a fire on the fourth floor, and the ninth floor was damaged by human beings and two people were lost in resistance, as soon as I heard the news, I immediately got up and informed the Aurors and the people of the Magical Creatures Management Department......"

"I'm sorry, I'm having to interrupt here," Dumbledore asked, glancing at Fudge's pale face, "When has the Ministry of Magic been sending vigils at night?"

Fudge paused for a moment and then explained without paying much attention, "You know, right? A suburb of London has been shrouded in fog these days, and all kinds of strange magical animals are rampant in it?"

Dumbledore nodded knowingly, discarding his various sources of information, even the Daily Prophet had called on wizards to travel around there several times, apparently by the Ministry of Magic.

When the minister saw that Lao Deng knew, he continued: "The ministry is busy because of this matter, there are a lot of those magical protected animals and their abilities are very peculiar, the people in the ministry have been working for several days but still haven't solved the matter, and the people who keep watch at night stay in the ministry to help investigate the files..."

"Well, then you go on. Dumbledore said.

"As soon as I received the news, I got up from my bed and began to inform the Aurors and other wizards in the Fog Zone... Because the rest of the wizards with good abilities worked overtime for a day and a night, and those had more than a hundred people, which was enough, I didn't worry too many people. There was no need for Lao Deng to ask, Fudge explained, and then continued:

"At that time, when I came with people, twenty or thirty people who were so tightly wrapped that they didn't even leak out of their faces rushed to give me ......."

Lao Deng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and Mr. Minister described the events of that night.

In the end, he said with palpitations: "...... After the powder floated up, the wizard shouted: 'Grandpa gave you a great gift, I wish you a good shot~', the sense of crisis at that time... Seriously, it's even more frightening than the Mystery Man was at his peak... It turned out that I was right in my judgment at that time, but everyone who didn't escape in time died there..."

After all, standing in front of Voldemort won't necessarily kill you, but if you stand in front of the detonated cloudburst bomb, it will be your luck if you can survive.

"No, killing dozens of people with one move, Voldemort can do it by surprise, that wizard definitely doesn't have Voldemort's strength. However, Dumbledore shook his head and affirmed, "Neither the Muggles nor the wizard will survive last night's last overbearing spell, they are trading their lives for their lives! Personally, I prefer that it doesn't seem to be magic. ”

"How could it be, what else could it be besides magic!?" the anxiety on Fudge's face couldn't suppress the look of surprise.

"Some unknown potion, or a strange alchemy, and... Muggle technology. When it came to the last method, a white light flashed on Dumbledore's lenses, as if he had thought of something.

The first two methods were fine, but when he heard the 'Muggle technique', Fudge felt like he had chewed a cockroach heap raw, and he frowned and didn't speak.

Old Deng glanced at him and didn't bother to correct Fudge's traditional wizarding thoughts, and carefully recalled the description just now.

"But what should I do now, Dumbledore, so many members of the Ministry of Magic died overnight, which is rare in the entire history of the Ministry of Magic!Am I going to take the blame and resign!" Old Deng's long silence caused Minister Fudge's anxiety and panic to intensify, and even felt that he would be impeached and removed from office.

"No, I can't be known to the Daily Prophet, I'm going to block the news!" he muttered to himself, and called the intern in loudly, "Albert!"

The young wizard pushed the door open and said nervously, "Yes, do you have any orders, Mr. Minister?"

"Don't do that, Connelly," Dumbledore glanced at the intern and said to Fudge with a helpless expression, "People should know the truth, and so many deaths can't be hidden, and it's not your fault, it's like an emergency... What people need is a responsible minister, not a minister who covers up all the bad things when something goes wrong. ”