"But Albert Boot and Basil Fleck have resigned because of the Goblin Rebellion!" Fudge exclaimed excitedly. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info (the goblin rebellion mentioned here refers specifically to the second time)

Both of Fudge's men were ministers of magic in the mid-18th century, the former resigning after mishandling the elven rebellion, and the latter resigning after the goblin-werewolf rebellion, the shortest reign of two months.

"But that's because they didn't handle the goblin rebellion, didn't they?" Dumbledore explained, "As long as you settle this incident, not only will you not step down, on the contrary, people will support you more as minister." ”

Something so big happened that Fudge, who didn't have much opinion, panicked, and after listening to Old Deng's words, he forced himself to calm down a little, and finally looked up at Dumbledore hopefully: "Then what should I do now, Albus?"

"Judging from the current situation, there is no such thing as a good way, but there is always a good thing to do about it... In case of a second attack. The old man's gray eyebrows were locked: "And I also need to go to the scene to check it out to know more information." ”

"Okay, let's go, I'll take you there. Fudge immediately jumped up, and his position could not tolerate him not being active.

As for the possibility of suspecting that the whole thing was planned by Dumbledore for the position of Minister, Fudge was not unthinkable, but this idea lingered in his mind for a few seconds before he himself denied it.

The responsible personnel of the various departments that died last night were mixed and irregular, and many departments were almost inoperable. If it is for the position of minister, it is enough to cut off the faction members on his side, and if he stops himself from power for a while, the next minister will only inherit a big mess.

He even wondered if it would be Voldemort's comeback, but as soon as this terrifying thought appeared, he was dispelled by himself, the Dark Lord was dead, and the mysterious man was a thing of the past...

Fudge pushed open the office door and walked out, pointing to the twenty or so stalls of black powder that had been circled in the corridor outside, and said, "These are the bodies of the dead, and my people only found traces of the release of the fire curse after investigation." ”

Dumbledore frowned tightly, he crouched down and gently poked the black powder covered by a translucent mask with his wand, and then twisted a small pinch with his fingers, these particles were extremely tiny, and with the movement of the old man's fingers, they scattered like weightless dust, hitting the mask and being bounced off.

"Take me to the next place. Dumbledore shook off the powder between his fingers and stood up, saying with a serious expression.

On the fourth, eighth, and ninth floors, Dumbledore quickly checked them under the guidance of Fudge, and did not say a word during the process.

"Well, did you find anything, Albus?" Fudge asked nervously.

Dumbledore ignored him and thought on his own, until a wizard handed a document book to Fudge, and the minister couldn't help but ask again.

Only then did the old man come back to his senses: "Oh, I'm sorry... Have your men investigated the identity of last night's victim?"

Fudge nodded, handing the paperbook to Dumbledore. There was another long silence as Dumbledore looked through the list of deaths, which was detailed, with the place and cause of death marked behind the names of the deceased.

"Smack!" the old man slammed the not-so-thick document together, and asked hurriedly, "Didn't the twenty-odd corpses in the corridor outside your office be powder in the first place?"

"No, it was when I touched those corpses during the inspection that I became like that. Fudge replied truthfully.

"What did the corpse keep moving before it was shattered?" Dumbledore asked again.

The problem was a bit more difficult, and by the time Fudge arrived at the office, the bodies had turned to dust, and he had to call in his intern secretary again.

The young wizard said stiffly: "As soon as I entered the corridor, I was startled, those corpses rolled on the ground as if they had been tortured by the Diamond Heart Curse, and some knelt on the ground as if they were begging for mercy, all of them were in great pain..."

"That's exactly what happened—" Dumbledore's face suddenly turned extremely serious.

Fudge became even more nervous and asked uneasily, "What's wrong...?"

Lao Deng flipped the document book to a certain page and handed it to him, and said at the same time: "The corpses on the fourth, eighth, and ninth floors are all members of the Ministry of Magic and have been identified, and the twenty-six corpses outside your office are all unknown... And the corpses of the 'Muggles' and 'that wizard' you mentioned, there is not a single one in the main hall on the eighth floor..."

Fudge also quickly read the page description of what Lao Deng said in the document book, and said with an unnatural face: "You mean... You mean somebody deliberately moved those bodies to the first floor? It's a demonstration?"

"No, the demonstrations were enough last night, there is no need to move a pile of corpses from the eighth floor to the first floor back and forth, and they are still in a fixed position..."Dumbledore's lenses reflected a cold light: "I prefer that those corpses were not dead at all, and when they were looking for a way out, they ran to the top floor and were blocked and extinguished, and it was 'that wizard'!"

Fudge was stunned by this bold speculation, and he stumbled in a retort, "This, how is this possible! Under that kind of powerful magic (he still stubbornly believes that the dust explosion is unknown magic), who can resist it?"

"Maybe he, or maybe they don't have to resist at all...", Dumbledore said meaninglessly, and then changed the subject: "Cornelius, there may be something lost from what happened this time, but in essence, the purpose of these people seems to be to destroy, just to attack for the sake of attacking, and no one can guarantee that they will not come back a second time." ”

"The Aurors must patrol the ministry every night, and at the same time dispatch people to deal with the monsters in the fog of London as soon as possible, if the magical creatures are exposed to the Muggles' sight on a large scale, the impact on the wizarding world will be even greater than the attack on the Ministry of Magic. ”

Fudge nodded repeatedly, and humbly prepared to listen to the next instructions, but Dumbledore's lips were closed, and it was clear that he had no intention of saying any more.

"And then?" he chased.

Old Deng asked rhetorically, "What?"

Fudge looked like he was about to cry and said, "How am I going to fight back!?"

Dumbledore sighed, "Deal with the Fantastic Beasts first, and then release the Wanted..."

The suddenness of last night's attack was beyond everyone's expectations. Judging from the extremely scarce information that the magic cloth has so far, I don't even know if the other party is an organization or an individual......