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Caroline got out of the car from the other side holding the clock case with the death penalty curtain, and she couldn't help but yawn: "I'm so tired..."

"You're tired, I've been working all night, and you're just acting as a showman. The boy took out the key and opened the door, teasing his old sister.

Caroline pushed her brother away from him and squeezed into the room, and went back in a good mood: "You said to help me get angry, and I didn't beg you to go, it's just that you have nothing to do~"

Roger chirped and recalled the scene at the time: "It seems that this is really the case......

The siblings went up to the second floor with their mouths talking, and the door to the Grangers and Hermione's room was closed. Both husband and wife are writers, and going to bed late and waking up late is their normal routine, and Hermione drank heavily for the first time last night, and it would probably be a few hours before no one screamed.

Taking the watch case from Caroline's hand, Roger leaned the dangerous object against Pandora's Box under the desk, and threw himself directly onto the soft bed.

However, while Comrade Roger was snoring happily, the Ministry of Magic, which was the victim of last night, finally ushered in the most unfortunate moment.

At eight o'clock in the morning, it was the time for the staff of the Ministry of Magic to go to work, and what happened last night was directly exposed, and it began to ferment rapidly.

If the Ministry of Magic is compared to the government, then the wizards of the ordinary department are civil servants, and the Aurors are the first-class SWAT officers. The wizards who were summoned last night were less than a tenth of the Ministry, and if Fudge, Scrimthour, Umbridge, and other high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic hadn't escaped in time by standing near the fireplace, the consequences would have been terrible...

But now, the wizards who were manipulated by Roger are not even broken, at most they hurt the Ministry of Magic...

At this moment, Fudge's knuckles crossed on the desk had turned white from too much force, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

"Minister, according to preliminary statistics, the time room, brain room, and prophecy hall of the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor are almost all destroyed, and the lost and well-preserved things are still being counted; the planets in the planetary chamber have been burned to varying degrees, among which Uranus is the most seriously damaged; most of the drapery in the execution chamber has been torn off, and it has been judged that there are traces of many spell casts, and some of them have been torn off by spells many times and discarded in the rotunda hall, and the rest are missing... A total of nineteen corpses were found on the ninth floor, two of the seventeen bodies in the corridor and two in the circular hall, most of them in the corridor were judged to have died from the Fierce Fire Curse, but there were traces of the Corrosion Charm on the ground; Due to the fire curse, the name of the deceased cannot be distinguished for the time being......"

After listening to the report on the first floor, Fudge's round face was already covered with anxiety, and his forehead became a little sweaty.

And the wizard who was standing opposite the minister reading the statistical report in his hand looked equally unbearable, and the prestige of the Ministry of Magic was estimated to plummet after such a large basket.

Swallowing a little dryly, the reporting wizard continued: "... In the main hall on the eighth floor, the five pure gold statues on the fountain are missing, and none of the gold inlaid on the fireplace remains, among which the death toll... Sixty-one dead!?"

When he read the death toll in the main hall, the young wizard had already exclaimed, this is sixty-one people! Sixty-one wizards are enough to start a small war no matter where they are!!

But then, the wizard realized his gaffe, and now it was the minister's anger that surprised him, didn't this add to his blockage...

His lips moved, and he said timidly, "Ministry, minister..."

Fudge didn't have any blood on his face, but at this time, he didn't care about teaching this intern any more lessons, his eyes closed and he waved his hand and said, "Read!"

The young wizard licked his lips and continued reading: "Two of them had broken neck bones, and the remaining fifty-nine died of heat and suffocation, and it was assumed that they belonged to unknown magic, in addition to the black powdery particles found at the scene, and the flying ash of the suspected unknown object burned out..."

“... The fourth floor of the Fantastic Beasts Administration, the centaur office, the dragon's research and control office, the werewolf capture unit of the Werewolf Control Bureau and the werewolf registration office, the goblin liaison office, and the ghost department were all attacked by fire, most of the documents were burned, and the hall on the fourth floor had violent explosion marks, and at the same time, many glass bottle wrecks were found at the scene, and a corpse existed... At the same time, the Ghost Section found a corpse..."

"The last thing left is, on the first floor, the minister's office... The violent impact damaged seven door locks, and at the same time found twenty-six corpses, with traces of a fierce fire curse, but the strange thing is that these corpses are not the same as ordinary people, and they are all more serious ends... The slightest touch turns to powder... The cause of this is unknown..."

"In total, the death toll is one hundred and eight, the loss of property ... The loss of property is unpredictable...", with great difficulty, the young intern finished his preliminary statistical report.

He couldn't imagine what had happened last night to cause such a loss to the Ministry of Magic.

Could it be that someone had declared war on the Ministry of Magic in England? so many people had died, including Mr. Minister's secretary who had died last night, otherwise it would not have been his turn to be an intern to report the loss to the Minister.

"Alright, you go down first...", without looking at the intern whose face had changed color, Fudge waved weakly to let him leave.

Fudge was the only one left in Notda's office, and he buried his head in his hands and muttered for a few seconds, then stood up anxiously and walked around the office.

"Albert!" said the minister after a few laps back and forth.

The young intern pushed the door and walked in, slamming the coat rack next to the door a few times in a panic: "Minister?"

"Go write another letter to Dumbledore at once, urging him to come over quickly..."Fudge said anxiously, then denied his command, "No, no... Wait! You don't have to write it, just get out. ”

The intern didn't dare to complain about anything, and quickly closed the door and went out. Although before he reported the loss, the minister had ordered him to write at least three letters to the greatest white wizard of the century.

Fudge is still going around in circles in the office, anxious, uneasy, and afraid of being vividly reflected by him, and these negative emotions can easily make people more irritable.