In the air, the noble king did not make any move, she just looked at everyone thoughtfully.

Then she jerked her head up, as if sensing something. His eyes looked in the northwest direction.

It then turned into light particles and dissipated into the air.

"What's that? Who's that? ”

Such a scene shocked all the Aurors present.

"I don't know. But..."Alastor Moody, who had already arrived at this time, couldn't help but sigh, "The Ministry of Magic is going to be a little busy. ”

"How's the on-site investigation going?"

After a few minutes, there were more and more Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, and people couldn't help but sigh that there were so many Aurors in the Ministry of Magic.

"There was only one dried corpse at the scene."

"Alone?" Moody's MONOCULUS turned back and forth, a far cry from the dark magic events he had investigated in the past, and based on past experience, it was impossible for a single person to do anything of this magnitude.

"There must still be people, find them for me, and you have to find them for me."

Just as the Aurors on the street were gathering more and more, they didn't notice that there was a black kitten in Hermione's house.

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The events in the suburbs of London were known almost in a day.

The Daily Prophet devoted a full page to the story the next day.

The pillar of light that goes straight into the clouds, the inexplicable explosion, the mysterious girl who suddenly appears, and the 'incompetence' of the Aurors.

With so many hot topics, it's impossible for such news to be popular.

A day later, almost everyone was talking about it.

It was even rumored that this incident was done by the evil wizard who was robbed by the Greater Glasgow Museum before.

It took the Ministry of Magic for more than ten days, but nothing was found, and the group of dark wizards was hiding in London, the heart of England.

And such a terrible explosion was made.

It's no longer a question of whether the Ministry of Magic is incompetent or not. It's what the hell is the Ministry of Magic doing when it runs out of taxpayer money?

I'm afraid it's not the umbrella of the dark wizard!

All of a sudden, news of corruption, dereliction of duty, laissez-faire, and inaction among high-ranking officials of the British Ministry of Magic spread all over the world.

Driven by well-intentioned people, all these accusations are aimed at Cornelius Fudge, who has just taken over as British Minister of Magic.

Although Fudge himself vehemently denied this, in any case, the Minister of Magic, who had only been officially in office for a day, had now lost public opinion and came to the edge of the cliff.

And Melda, the initiator, of course, didn't care if Fudge was alive or dead, and he and Harry Ron were still lying in the school hospital at this time.

"Oh my God, that's terrible!" Ron pointed to the Daily Prophet in his hand and said in surprise.

"There has never been an outbreak like this! Tens of thousands of feet of light pillars are estimated to have been seen by everyone in London. ”

"I'm a little curious how the Ministry of Magic will cover it up." Ron raised his hand and made a gesture of spreading his hands.

"Of course they can't cast a Forgetting Spell on everyone." Melda squinted and said, "After all, the whole city is alarmed, millions of people, and they can't release the Ministry of Magic from exhaustion." ”

"And, I guess the Muggle newspapers have covered it. It is estimated that now the whole of Europe, and even the United States, know about it. ”

"They can't hide it." Harry continued.

"The Office of Misinformation will definitely find a reason, they have experience in this area!"

"I guess I'll discuss a plausible non-magical explanation with the British Prime Minister, probably just some, meteorites, auroras, and the like. It's not a big deal anyway. Melda sneered indifferently, he had not been idle for a few days in the hospital bed, and he had sorted out the organizational structure of the Ministry of Magic. And found some very interesting things in it.

"Poor Muggles." Ron said with some sympathy. He noticed that in the corner of the newspaper it was written that the incident had killed more than a dozen Muggles.

Harry seemed a little unhappy. In just four months since he arrived in the wizarding world, he has already seen too much of the dark side of the wizarding world.

As this time, he didn't know what the Ministry of Magic was going to do with the dozen or so Muggles who had died, but he could guess from Fudge's arrogant look. In the end, it will definitely be over.

After noticing that Harry and Ron were not in a good mood, Melda quickly changed the subject and said, "Tell me, how are you feeling now?" ”

"Yay!" Ron immediately changed his face and said excitedly.

"Look!" As he spoke, Ron took out his wand and pointed to the flowers next to him, and after a flash of blue light, the bouquet of lilies slowly turned into two butterflies.

Although the butterfly flickered its wings with great effort and stiffness, it was already a remarkable deformation achievement. Professor McGonagall would have given Ron extra points if he had been around.

You must know that the transfiguration that can turn dead things into living things may not even be able to do it in the fourth and fifth grades, and Ron is only in the first grade.

"Cool!" Harry was also drawn to Ron's brilliant Transfiguration. Then he also drew his wand, and slowly chanted a spell to turn the teacup beside him into a pink pig.

Then, as if they had discovered a new world, the two waved their wands and turned all the small objects in front of them into all kinds of small animals.

After a while, the school hospital seemed to be turned into a zoo.

"Alright, don't make a fuss." Melda reached out and grabbed an owl that was pecking at her and threw it towards Harry's bed.

And the white snowy owl, which looked like Hedwig, changed back to its original form the moment it was thrown out by Melda.

It was Harry's pillow.

"Where's Hermione? It's already time for school, why haven't you seen her? ”

"Who knows?" Ron lifted his shoulders indifferently.

"I thought we were friends! It's sad! ”

Before Melda could finish speaking, Hermione's voice was heard from the door of the school hospital.

"I hear you!"

She walked over and sat down on the edge of Melda's bed.

It was as if he had suffered some great grievance. As soon as he sat down, he said resentfully, "Fudge is a bastard!" ”

"I can't imagine that kind of guy can be the Minister of Magic."

"We all know that." Melda said in a mocking tone.

"Tell me what's going on. How did he mess with you? ”

Hermione took a deep breath and paused for a moment before speaking.

"Do you know about the attack on London?"

"Who wouldn't know? Everybody's going crazy. Ron said, gesturing to the newspaper in his hand.

"And what if I say that the attack happened right next to my house?"

"Oh my God!" Harry cried out in a lost voice, "You're not hurt, Hermione. ”

"I'm fine."

Hermione shook her head and waved at Harry to signal that she was okay.

"It doesn't matter!"

"You can't imagine what happened next!" Hermione, who had already calmed down, seemed to be excited again. She stood up and asked, "I always thought the Ministry of Magic was supposed to be facing us. To ordinary people, even if there are some slugs, but it is always towards the public. ”

"But now, I realize I'm wrong."

"When there was an attack, I was peeking around. After the attack, I was taken back to the Ministry of Magic by the Aurors. Guess what was the first thing they did to me? ”