"Save your life?" Matthew's face looked a little confused.

However, if someone who is very familiar with him is here, it is easy to see that his confused expression is obviously disguised.

Of course, Minister Barnold is certainly not clear.

She said with a serious face: "Generally, this kind of extreme magic item smuggled into England is extremely dangerous, even if its owner arranges more protective magic or protective props on its surface, it can't eliminate this danger...... For the wizards in charge of the transit, especially those who don't understand its dangers, that risk is terrifying!"

As she spoke, she took out a pocket photo from her jacket pocket.

"This wizard's name is Juan Coos, and he worked briefly at the Blott bookstore last August...... Minister Barnold.

Matthew frowned slightly, as he recognized the person in the photo...... Just a year ago, when he ventured to the Blotted bookstore to inquire about something, the clerk who violently kicked him out of the bookstore was the wizard in the photo!

And in early September, he was fired from the bookstore for a reason. Minister Barnold continued: "Then in mid-October, he was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Wizardry because of a strange illness, and after only three days in the hospital, he died...... It is said that his death was extremely horrific, and he kept crying itching before he died, and almost no normal piece of flesh was left on the skin of his whole body......

“...... St. Mungo's healers were unable to give any explanation for the cause of his death, and some Aurors who were proficient in extreme magic could easily recognize him as a result of the influence of extreme magic on the mystical side...... However, the Aurors searched Mr. Coos's residence and found nothing related to extreme magic......"

“...... At that time, I was already a little suspicious of the bookstore, but I couldn't find any evidence...... And when I received your letter this morning, I immediately linked the 'smuggling' incident to the death of Koos...... So now, too, I have to thank you, Mr. Wakefield!"

Minister Barnold's tone was very polite.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Minister!" Matthew quickly responded.

His heart didn't fluctuate much.

There was something wrong with the process of this 'smuggling', which he had guessed when Mr. Shafiq found him in the morning.

Matthew is quite clear about the truth that you get what you pay for.

Lucius Malfoy was willing to pay a high price of 3,000 to 5,000 Galleons for the transshipment of goods, so there was only one possibility...... The goods he wanted, only Mr. Shafiq knew how to buy them, and the transportation process was extremely dangerous!

And Mr. Shafiq's willingness to bring himself, a minor wizard who "dragged oil bottles", in the process of transshipment of goods, must not be charity, but must have his own purpose.

So Matthew Wakefield knew for a long time that if he really stupidly followed Mr. Shafiq to deliver goods, he would inevitably face extremely bad risks.

Otherwise, why would Matthew write to Minister Barnold?

Mr. Shafiq plays "smuggling", and he has nothing to do with Matthew......

It's a pity that the minister himself doesn't know who "Tom Gaunt" really is...... Moreover, the source of the contents of that box is not easy to find out.

In other words, a thread that was hard to find is now broken again.

"Minister. Matthew stood up and asked, "I feel like my body is almost recovered, can I leave the Ministry of Magic?"

"No, Mr. Wakefield. Minister Barnold shook his head generously: "You've done enough, we'll take care of the rest...... The Blotted Bookstore has now been seized by the Aurors, and if you want to go there and pick up your stuff, I can give you a copy of my business card. ”

"Thank you very much!"

......

Putting aside the situation on the side of the Ministry of Magic, the atmosphere at Malfoy Manor has become a little unoptimistic.

It was late at night, and Lucius Malfoy looked like an ant on a hot pan, walking around the manor's fountain.

Mr. Malfoy was anxious now, for the house-elves he had sent out had not yet returned...... Normally, it should have been back here a quarter of an hour before.

"Could it be Dobby's idiot, ...... again," Malfoy thought to himself.

But he quickly shook his head and dismissed the idea.

Although he looked down on house-elves in his bones, he had to admit that Dobby, a house-elf, had never had any accidents when he was doing things for him......

Or was there an accident in the project itself?

At this moment, Mr. Malfoy suddenly became more anxious.

Suddenly, a crisp explosion sounded in the air—

Then, a short, ugly monster like a bataspirit appeared in front of Lucius Malfoy...... It looked up, its bulging, tennis-sized eyes timidly at its owner.

"What's the situation?" asked Mr. Malfoy, who couldn't wait, and quickly bent down.

The master ordered Dobby to go to the Blott bookstore...... Bad Dobby...... Bad Dobby......" the house-elf stammered as he banged his head frantically against the floor.

"That's enough!" Malfoy frowned in disgust, "What happened next......

“...... Dobby was at the Blott bookstore and didn't find the wooden box...... Dobby thinks it's not there yet, so Dobby waits...... Dobby waited for half an hour when he suddenly heard a strange noise...... Dobby thought it was Mr. Shafiq from the Blotted Bookstore who had returned, and Dobby was very happy at the time...... Dobby found out that it was the Aurors who broke in...... Dobby was terrified and fled back...... Bad Dobby...... Bad Dobby...... Bad Dobby ......"

The house-elf said incoherently, while desperately punishing himself.

At this moment, Mr. Malfoy's face changed suddenly.

"The Aurors went to the Blotted Bookstore, and it was clear that Shafiq's actions had been exposed...... And he could confess himself at any time!"

Malfoy hurriedly picked up the house-elf who was kneeling on the ground: "Dobby, I order you to stop punishing yourself...... In the smallest room in the basement of the manor, there is a chest with a snake painted on it...... You go now, take that box to Aunt Bellatrix's house in Draco......"

“...... Then, you go to the lord and tell him that things have changed, and that the goods have been robbed by the Ministry of Magic......"

Mr. Lucius Malfoy's words had not finished when he heard a loud "bang" at the gate of the manor!

Someone is trying to break into Malfoy Manor.