Amosta took the elevator down to the second basement level, where Amelia's Magical Law Enforcement Division was located, home to the Ministry of Magic's most powerful armed organization, the Auror Division. The entire Ministry of Magic was empty, and it was the same here, Amosta, who had stepped out of the elevator, looked left and right, and Dumbledore's voice sounded from the right-hand side at the right time.

"Over here, Amosta—"

Perhaps to show the majesty of the law, the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic is built in a very cold and hard style, and the overall appearance is black and gray, except for the portraits of the directors of the executive department on the walls on both sides of the corridor, there is no decoration here.

Amosta walked around a few corners and found Dumbledore standing at the entrance to a staircase that led underground, with blazing torches on either side of the entrance that illuminated Dumbledore's silvery beard in gold.

"Connelly is anxious to explain something to the head of the Auror Office, and I'm afraid you won't find a place, so I'm waiting for you here-"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Thanks, Headmaster Dumbledore, Amelia's office is on the other side, I really haven't been here—"

Amosta bowed slightly.

The staircase led to the ground, similar to the one leading to the Wizengamot interrogation room, dark and cold, as if the Aurors were temporarily holding prisoners for interrogation. Both Dumbledore and Amosta were highly skilled magicians, and they could easily find each step in the dark.

"I thought you were going to ask Connelly for a good gratuity—"

In the oppressive staircase corridor, Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"I'm not going to let Fudge send me away so easily, ah, of course, I'm not prepared for the lion to open his mouth."

Amosta heard the implication in Dumbledore's words, smiled, and then added,

"Speaking of which, Mr. President of the Wizarding Federation, does the International Federation of Wizards have anything to say about my bravery tonight?"

"Objectively speaking, the International Federation of Wizards is a relatively small organization, and most of the funds to keep it running come from the ministries of magic of various countries, and if you want me to send you a large sum of gold, it is hopeless, Amosta, of course, if you want to be more famous, oh, I am afraid that I don't need to mention this matter, I bet that I will receive a letter of recommendation from at least twenty owls tomorrow morning, inviting you to be the vice president-"

"If it's the chairman, then I'll consider it."

Amosta's quip made Dumbledore laugh again.

They finally walked down the stairs to the bottom floor. There were many rooms scattered here, and Amosta gazed at them, and behind each door, it was as if a wail could be heard, and even the air flowing from the cracks in the doors was overflowing with blood.

The two men stopped in front of the door that dragged the golden flame through a crack in the door, and Dumbledore turned his attention and looked at Amosta calmly,

"So, did you ask what Malfoy was planning this attack for?"

Amosta wasn't surprised at all by Dumbledore's coldness, he shook his head slowly,

"I didn't ask him for anything, just a warning. As for the reason for him to do this, hehe, I guess, in the past few months, the abnormal movement of the Dark Mark has probably made him very uneasy, especially since he has personally sent Voldemort's Horcruxes to you and me, oh he must be afraid that Voldemort will criticize him when he returns, so he is eager to do something to prove that he is still doing evil. ”

What Amosta could figure out, Dumbledore could see as well.

However, Dumbledore's silver eyebrows moved, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Not because of Lucius Malfoy's purpose for this prank, but because of Amosta's attitude towards Lucius Malfoy.

Amosta couldn't rub sand in his eyes, if he was really angry about this, then the Malfoy family would not be able to escape, and now, Amosta only warned Lucius that this was not in line with his character, unless, Amosta didn't care about it, for Lucius Malfoy, he had his own plan.

Respect is a prerequisite for friendship with each other, and whatever Amosta thinks of Lucius Malfoy, it is best not to interfere.

After taking a deep look at the unmiscellaneous Amosta, Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and knocked on the door in front of the two men.

"That's the end of tonight's adventure, there's plenty of room upstairs, you can pick whatever you like, and if you want something to eat, just call Kreacher--"

Amosta had already left, Dumbledore's Patronus had disappeared in place, and after continuing to talk a few words, there was a fierce battle tonight, Sirius, whose robes were red with blood, finally couldn't hold on, and he had to go back to his room to deal with his injuries, and after explaining, Sirius waved his hand to everyone, dragging his tired body straight upstairs.

Bill and Charlie were also very tired, and after waving to Harry, they hurried upstairs, followed by Fred and George.

"Why don't you hurry up?"

Ron said with a frown as he stared at his little sister.

"What do I have to do with you, Weasley!"

Ginny glared at Ron without showing any hint of weakness, but a look of darkness flashed across her face when she noticed Harry's expression.

"Ginny has the right to be where she wants, Ron."

Hermione, noticing Ginny's loss, said angrily to Ron, but Ginny didn't stay, she snorted contemptuously at Ron, strode up the stairs with her head held high, and disappeared from their sight.

"I'm her brother!"

Ginny's attitude made Ron angry, and his shouting could be heard throughout the villa.

"Oh, come on, Weasley, shut your mouth—"

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back into the garden.

Sirius's tent was indeed high-class, it was like the ceiling of Hogwarts Great Hall, reflecting the scene outside, and the three of Harry returned to the table seats in the garden, bathed in the starlight, and enjoyed the aftermath of the Great War.

Tonight's battle, Harry and Hermione were involved, and the most dangerous was Harry, who had been whipped by Melanov, and if it weren't for the powerful Black Witch, he would probably be lying in St. Mungo's hospital room right now.

Hermione's clothes had become tattered during the battle, which she had bought at the Muggle store with her parents during the summer vacation, and Hermione's mood was not very high as she watched the tears on her coat one by one, she took off her dusty coat and put it on the armrest, and when she looked up, she saw Harry and Ron staring at the table with their heads down, thinking about it.

Needless to say, Harry, the powerful black witch and the most likely dark shadow of Voldemort that appeared later tonight were enough of a headache for him, and Hermione was even more curious about what Ron was thinking about right now.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Weasley?"

"Oh, can you give me another name, Miss Granger?"

Ron rolled his eyes as well, but then, his expression became dull again,

"I'm thinking"

After hesitating for a moment, Ron still said what was in his heart,

"Isn't it a hasty decision for me to withdraw from Professor Blaine's course--"

Hermione's eyebrows were raised, and Harry also raised his head, looking at Ron with a slight surprise, and Ron, who had noticed his two expressions, said sullenly,

"Well, I know you guys think I'm stupid!"

"What made you change your mind, Ron?" Hermione asked, pursing her lips.

Needless to say? Harry sneered inwardly.

At Hogwarts, no one would suspect that Professor Bryan was a wizard of great power, and even in the European wizarding world, the director of the Hogwarts Office of Student Safety, who single-handedly wiped out the Greyback gang, was highly respected, but no one expected Professor Bryan to be so powerful. No, it should be said, no one could have imagined that the power of a wizard could actually move mountains and reclaim seas.

Harry made a bet with his firebolts that if Professor Bryan were to recruit the entire wizarding world now, even if he did teach Muggle sports at Hogwarts, there would be too many people to study at the Quidditch pitch. Ron regretted it, and it was a normal thing.

However, it was only tonight that Harry really realized that Professor Bryan's training was not a fool's errand, and that without the skills he had honed in gym class, the dark wizard named Melanov alone would have killed him tonight.

Professor Bryan has made it clear that he will not accept a little wizard who gave up physical education class to enter this course again, and a wizard like him can't talk without counting, so even if Ron regrets it again, there is no way. Hermione's raised eyebrows slowly fell, and she didn't want to irritate Ron, so she turned her gaze to Harry,

"And you, what are you thinking, Harry?"

(End of chapter)