The next day, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic received an anonymous report.

The letter mentions that Malfoy Manor contains a large number of illegal items related to the dark arts, which are hidden in a dark warehouse beneath the fountain in the center of the courtyard.

Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, received the report letter from her assistant's hand, and her expression of disbelief gradually became extremely surprised.

"Rufus, take a look at this report." She beckoned to Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Office.

A man with gold-rimmed glasses and brown hair walked up, his legs seemed a little lame, but he walked with the dashing stride of a meteor.

"What's wrong, Amelia?" Scrimgeour glanced nonchalantly at the letter in Bones' hand and said casually, "A report letter to Malfoy Manor?" Isn't the Malfoy family often reported, but we've never found any tangible evidence. ”

"No, Rufus, this letter is different." Bones shook his head slightly, and handed the letter to Scrimgeur.

Scrimgeour took the letter with a suspicious look, and his eyes became suspicious.

"This letter contains the details of Malfoy Manor? I'm afraid that only someone who is extremely close to the Malfoy family can draw such a clear drawing. He frowned and said in confusion, "Who is the person who wrote this letter, and what is his purpose?" ”

"Either way, it's a great opportunity and we can't afford to miss it." Amelia Bones quickly decided, "Well, Arthur and Malfoy are rivals, and they should know a lot about that side." You and he lead the team together, take two teams of elite Aurors, and go to Malfoy Manor to search carefully! ”

Scrimgeour nodded decisively, and turned and walked to the Office for the Prohibition of Muggle Misuse, ready to inform Arthur Weasley to accompany him on his mission.

After Scrimgeour left, Bones pulled out a document from a drawer and began filling out a search warrant for Malfoy Manor.

At that moment, a relatively tall man with long, pale blonde hair braided into a neat braid appeared next to her desk.

"What's the matter, Yaxley?" Bones also noticed the wizard in the ornate robes, who was out of place with the atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic, and frowned.

With an unpleasant smile on his face, Yaxley said, "We have a document in our department that needs to be signed by the director, so it's a problem for Director Bones." ”

Bones frowned slightly, signed his name on the papers Yaxley had brought, and let him out of his office.

Unbeknownst to her, however, instead of dealing with the freshly signed paperwork after Yaxley left, she secretly took out a quill and began writing a letter in the corner of the empty corridor outside the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The recipient written on the envelope is clearly visible - L. Malfoy.

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Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England, a weekend night.

A wizard wrapped his entire body in a pitch-black cloak stood in the shadows of the street, staring uncertainly at the incomparably luxurious and extravagant manor in front of him.

"Master, what are we going to do if Malfoy doesn't take what you need out and dispose of it, as you supposed?"

Quirrell's slightly trembling voice rang out in the shadows.

"Don't worry, I've already thought about this." Voldemort's gloomy voice rang out in the same shadow, "If Lucius hadn't taken out what I wanted, it would have proved that he still had at least a shred of loyalty to me in his heart." ”

"If his devotion to me doesn't completely evaporate, we can contact him with the Dark Mark and ask him to pass it on to you. Of course, if Lucius is really stupid enough to take out my stuff and dispose of it, we can naturally buy it directly as originally planned! ”

"If it should be mine, it will be mine, and no one can stop it."

Voldemort's deep voice echoed in the shadows, making the atmosphere around him quietly become extremely eerie.

As the minutes ticked by, fine snowflakes began to drift in the sky. And there was still no movement coming from Malfoy Manor.

Quirrell was shivering from the ground and couldn't help but ask:

"Master, I think Malfoy should still have a lot of loyalty to you, and he hasn't taken it out and disposed of it yet, so it's unlikely that he'll be late."

"Hopefully he does." Voldemort's voice also had a hint of smugness, "Prepare, I'm going to teach you how to use the Dark Mark mark." ”

Just as Voldemort was about to teach Quirrell how to use the Dark Mark to contact his loyal subordinate, the door to Malfoy's manor suddenly opened.

A wizard dressed in a noble wizard's robe and covering his face with a silk scarf sneaked out of the manor gate.

Lucius, who had spent a long time packing up many illegal supplies, lived up to Voldemort's prediction and took the precious items left by Voldemort to the joint.

"You're the Tumbledown Alley black marketeer I contacted, right?" Lucius handed over a cloth bag and said haughtily, "This is the treasure that took me a full six hours to clean up, can you understand how high their quantity and value are?" ”

"If I hadn't been in a hurry to make a move now, I wouldn't have been able to buy even a fraction of this for two thousand Galleons!"

Quirrell stared blankly at Lucius, whose face was covered in front of him, and shuddered. He could feel that Voldemort in the back of his head was almost in a state of rage.

'I knew the Malfoys couldn't be trusted, they had always been a bunch of wallheads!' The sound of Voldemort's curse kept echoing in Quirrell's head.

Suppressing his trembling emotions, Quirrell shuddered and took the bag with the Traceless Stretch Charm handed over by Lucius, and began to check for what Voldemort needed among the large number of violations.

"That's right, that's what I need." Voldemort's angry voice rang in Quirrell's head.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, handed Lucius the two thousand Galleons he had just dug up from someone else's grave, and left Malfoy Manor without looking back.

In a remote corner of Wiltshire, under Voldemort's guidance, Quirrell shook his hand and took out a blank journal with a black cover from his cloth bag.

Voldemort's anger faded away, replaced by a sense of relief and the ecstasy that followed.

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