After leaving the unknown young wizards in the gym classroom, Amosta's face immediately became calm, and there was a thunderous light in his lilac eyes, and he strode through the corridors of the castle towards the tower of Dumbledore's office.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor connecting the small tower, Amosta's expression moved slightly, and he suddenly took a few steps back.

As soon as he landed, a burst of brilliant fire suddenly erupted in the dim and dark air in front of him, and after the explosion dissipated, Dumbledore and Fawkes suddenly appeared in front of him with serious expressions.

"Amosta--"

Dumbledore strode out of the embers, his neckline a little messy under his long, silver-white beard, apparently having changed his clothes in a hurry after receiving the news.

"You've got the message, haven't you?" Dumbledore asked solemnly.

Amosta bowed slightly,

"Sirius sent me a letter and told me the general story, and he said that Kingsley had told you the news, too--"

"Remus has been brought back to the ministry by Scrimgeour and is currently being held by the Auror office, and he has found an excuse to watch Remus with Dalis so that they don't use some illegal means against him. Remus's case should have been reported to Amelia according to the normal process, but the matter was ordered by Connelly himself, and I think Scrimgeour will definitely inform Cornelius Fudge. Before the matter is decided, you have to come up with a proper response plan, otherwise."

The vast expanse of the world was filled with darkness, and Dumbledore and Amosta were shrouded in Fawkes's light, exchanging opinions quickly.

Dumbledore held his breath, Amosta hadn't seen Dumbledore's expression for a long time.

"--I'm afraid Remus will be imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Remus is doing what I tell him to do, and I won't let him follow in Sirius' footsteps."

Amosta said calmly,

"I'm here for this purpose, I want you to leave this matter to me, no matter what, Cornelius Fudge must accept my favor, he certainly won't think that just sending Sirius to the Aurors' office will end the Quidditch final night, but if we get involved in this matter together, it will put a lot of pressure on Cornelius Fudge, and it will also cause us a lot of trouble if he loses his last heart to rely on a magical minister who has lost his mind."

"You've got Connelly out of it, Amosta--"

Dumbledore was stunned, obviously not expecting Amosta to ask him to stay out, but after deep thought, he had to admit that Amosta's proposal was reasonable, and after a little hesitation, Dumbledore asked cautiously,

"Are you sure you can handle this properly, Amosta?"

Dumbledore's tone accentuated the word 'proper', he was obviously worried not only about whether Amosta might be able to fish out Remus, but also about not going too far, not tearing down the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry--" Amosta nodded calmly, "Neither Remus nor the Ministry of Magic will have a problem." ”

"I'll lend you Fawkes, Amosta-"

Although he had reservations about Amosta's statement that 'there would be no problems', but in this matter, it was indeed more appropriate for Amosta to intervene, and Dumbledore finally agreed to Amosta's plan, he looked at Fawkes, who was hovering overhead, and said to Amosta,

"The most important thing now is to buy time, and Fox can help you--"

"Thanks--" Amosta was so good that after dropping the phrase 'Wait for my news', he and Fawkes disappeared into the flames of the explosion, leaving Dumbledore alone on the stormy corridor, his brow furrowed, staring at the darkness that was rising outside the castle.

Diagon Alley, London.

Diagon Alley isn't much less popular at night than it is during the day, although most locals don't spend time here after dark, and foreign wizards fill the gap. Ollivanders, Jumping Frolicking Magic Joke Merchandise Shop, and Babbling Owl Shop are still crowded with wizards at their doorsteps.

In addition, the station in Diagon Alley is also bustling with people.

The train from Skyrim stopped at the station, the crates were opened, and the long-awaited workers swarmed up to quickly unload boxes of raw materials for making magical goods from the wagons and into the wagons that were transporting the goods.

On both sides of the railway, at intervals stood a grim-looking wizard with a wand in hand, his piercing eyes constantly scanning the crowded platforms, alert to any suspicious people. These ingredients are essential for the production of all kinds of magical goods. Firstly, these ingredients are expensive, and secondly, their ingredients also need to be kept strictly confidential, as this involves trade secrets.

The wizards who oversaw the railroad were not from a family, and their robes were embroidered with patterns of different shapes, which were the crests of their respective families.

Under the urging of these workers, the efficiency of these workers became very high, and in just over an hour, all the raw materials loaded with goods were loaded into the wagon.

Special freight lanes were opened at the station, and the sturdy horses snorted fiery as they slapped the orderly queue and pulled the goods off the platform in turn. The workers were still waiting for the next train to arrive, while the wizards who oversaw it scrambled to find their carriages and fly on the roof of them to escort the goods to the factory. It was a brief chaotic process during the orderly unloading process, everyone was paying attention to the departing goods, no one noticed, and under the chassis of the train, a shadow took advantage of the dark clouds in the moonlight to quietly swim under the territory of a horse-drawn carriage.

Diagon Alley is not just a wizard shopping street, but a complex and huge complex of buildings.

There's commerce, there's homes, there's a black market, there's factories.

The carriage convoy that had left the railway station took to the main road, and they passed some distance, and when they were still half a mile from the downtown area, they quickly diverted and disappeared into the different narrow alleys at night.

The sound of the wooden wheels rolling over the stone pavement, stiff and mechanical, combined with the rickety frame and the deep darkness of the night, even the astute guards could not help but snort at the hitch, but the dark shadow that lurked at the place of the carriage, the pair of eyes, remained vigilant.

The carriage remained in the labyrinth of alleys, and it was about an hour before it finally slowed down.

Normal people would definitely not have thought that from above, in the middle of the crowded and desolate buildings in Diagon Alley, there would be such a spacious factory site, but in fact, this kind of factory is not uncommon in Diagon Alley, but they are all protected by powerful magic, and people who don't know the truth can't be identified at all from the outside.

There was no sign on the outside of the factory gate where the convoy was staying, except for a towering iron gate comparable to the entrance to the Hogwarts campus.

The carriages stopped one by one, and the overseers and wizards on the roof of each carriage jumped off the roof of the carriage and stood silently beside the carriage.

A guy who looked like a foreman had a brief exchange with a group of wizards waiting in front of the gate to report on the escort process, and although nothing happened, the wizards guarding the gate did not let their guard down, and they started with the carriage at the front, and checked one after another.

The inspection was carried out very carefully, they would open the carriage and burrow into the carriage, which had been magnified many times over, to check for hidden personnel, and of course they would not let the bottom of the carriage go.

A wizard guarding the factory came to the carriage where the people were lurking, he searched the carriage as usual, and when he found nothing, he leaned down and squinted his eyes to examine the chassis of the carriage, and his sharp gaze did not miss a trace of detail, but the uneven chassis was unobstructed and there was nothing problem-free, so the wizard who inspected the carriage let go of the carriage and checked it back, but he ignored it, and when he straightened up, there was a heavy gasp and a very slight exhalation mixed in.

The inspection was completed, and the convoy, which had been in a half-day stop, restarted amid the creaking of the door.

The convoy drove into the factory, driving in the open factory area with only one factory building and a newly built office building, and not far away, another group of workers were ready to unload.

The lurker knew he had to leave, and as the carriage drove past a cluster of bushes, he sank into the bushes as another cloud covered the moonlight, and the escorting wizard was relieved to see that the end was about to be reached.

The silent factory area was lively, and the sound of Huhe reputation commands sounded from time to time, and the lurkers withdrew their gaze and turned their heads to look at the office building with a few lights on, and the thick clouds above the sky happened to disperse at this time, and the moonlight sprinkled on the office building clearly.

Floo-Pow

Large, dull gold nameplates shimmered in the moonlight.

(End of chapter)