Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Although most of the officials of the Ministry of Magic follow the story and whitewash the situation, they also have merits.

For example, they used the forgetting spell very skillfully, and they could easily and quickly delete the memories of a group of people within a few days.

For another example, their level of restoration spells and cleansing spells is also very high.

In just ten minutes, the parking lot had returned to its original appearance. The mucus and blood stains inside and outside the truck had disappeared. The glass broken by the spiders, the rearview mirror knocked off during the fight, and the dents on the car had disappeared. All restored to their original state.

As for the group of people lying on the ground, people from the Ministry of Magic kindly put them into different cars, as if they were worried that they would catch cold. In fact, they were just worried that someone would find a large group of people lying on the ground and make a fuss. Call the police.

"What will they think when they wake up?"

A young Ministry of Magic employee looked back at the people they had left behind and asked worriedly:

"If someone appears on a boat out of nowhere, they will definitely call the police, right? It might even cause a sensation."

"It doesn't matter."

An older staff member said with a smile: "They only need to ask their relatives and friends, or the staff on the ship, and they will know that they walked on the ship by themselves. As for amnesia..."

Another said: "There are so many things that can cause memory loss - accidental hits to the head or drugs. How could a stupid Muggle even think it was magic?"

Everyone laughed, laughter filled with contempt for the other group.

They chatted and laughed and returned upstairs, ready to continue enjoying the trip.

Vader, who was hiding behind the pipe with his transformed peregrine falcon, poked his head out and looked at the group of people walking away without any burden, shaking his head helplessly.

No wonder someone like Fudge could secure the position of Minister of Magic. If the fact that Voldemort was resurrected in the plot had not been made public, he could have even slandered Dumbledore as an old madman and kicked him out of Hogwarts. Neither did most of the Ministry of Magic staff. Speak out against him.

Because for many people, Fudge also represents their interests - no need to be too serious, no need to be too responsible, it doesn't matter if you make mistakes, you can still fish in the water at work...

The ability and style of the person in power affects everyone below him.

Vader left the parking lot and returned here after dealing with the bombs installed on the ship. He stayed above the pipe, patiently waiting for the people below to wake up.

It didn't take long for someone to wake up.

He found himself in a strange car. He fumbled for his weapon in panic, looked around for a while, and after confirming that it was safe, he carefully opened the door and scurried out of the car covertly.

After a while, the man ran out of the parking lot, covering himself with other cars the entire time.

The people behind him also woke up one after another, and their actions were almost copycat versions of the first person.

Because the Ministry of Magic put them all into different cars, the people who woke up seemed to only feel that they had been plotted, but they did not expect that there were multiple "companions" in the parking lot.

Some people are more careful and will first collect intelligence in the car, but it only takes a minute or two to quickly leave this place that makes them feel uneasy.

The old man with white hair was old and was the last one to wake up.

To be precise, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

After the person who left the parking lot had a general understanding of his situation, he called the old man with white hair and reported his experience to him. Then he was surprised to find that the other person was the same as him.

"Wait, don't say it on the phone."

The white-haired old man sat in the car, looked around warily, and then whispered: "You gather the others, and we will discuss it back to the safe house."

He hung up the phone and left in the same hurry.

Vader followed quietly and found that their so-called safe house was a room on the seventh floor.

This is the white-haired old man's bedroom and a small living room. Six or seven people stayed inside, making it very crowded.

"...This is the situation. Cutler, Julie, Thom, and I have all lost the memory of the past three days, and Sitaya has lost the memory of five days. Let us know what you think. ”

The white-haired old man said as calmly as possible.

Everyone spoke one after another——

"magic."

"The Forgetting Curse."

"I've heard of that...spell that forgets everything!"

"But the news we received is that a few werewolves kidnapped a group of alchemists, right? Most werewolves should not be able to use this kind of spell."

"This is generally true, but the existence of exceptions cannot be denied."

"But I think... it's possible that someone else was involved - like the British Aurors who came to save the alchemist."

"The Oblivion Curse is indeed the Ministry of Magic's favorite spell."

"In this case, those werewolves should have been killed."

"Can the person who sold us the information before still be contacted?"

"Rather than this, I want to say more - is it really safe for us to discuss here? Is there a wizard hiding nearby at this time, but we have no way of discovering him?"

The room was silent for a while. No one spoke at all for a while, and they couldn't help but look at every corner of the room with suspicious eyes.

"Don't worry."

The white-haired old man was the only one who didn't look around. He said calmly:

"I thought about it on the way here. The Ministry of Magic generally looks down on Muggles and won't look down on us - if they want to know something or do something, they have already done it when we were unconscious."

"So it won't help to panic now - Cutler, you continue to contact the bounty hunter to see if the werewolf is still there; Julie, find a way to get the surveillance on the ship..."

He assigned the tasks one by one and asked his subordinates to get busy. Then he rubbed his forehead and leaned on the backrest.

After being quiet for a while, the white-haired old man suddenly said: "Mr. Wizard, do you have any other instructions? Or...what do you want from us?"

The room was silent.

After a long time, the white-haired old man rubbed his eyebrows and murmured to himself: "No one? It seems that I think too much..."

He stood up from the sofa with difficulty and walked toward the bathroom tiredly.

It wasn't until the sound of water came from inside that Wade used the shrinking spell to shrink the friend account into a small piece, sandwiched it in the gap of the suitcase, then opened the door and left the room quietly.

He used the same method to locate another group of Muggles who were looking for wizards and wanted to cure cancer.

Vader could understand their pursuit of magic, but he couldn't lie on the experimental table and be studied, nor could he tolerate other people being treated like this.

[Vade: Miss Skeeter, please help me keep an eye on someone. 】

[Rita: No problem! This ship is much more interesting than I expected! I have a hunch - I will get big news that will shock the whole world from here! 】

[Vade: Be careful, the deformed beetle is not omnipotent! Don't get caught. 】

[Rita: I know, don’t worry... Oh my god, you can’t imagine what I saw, that Umbridge guy...]

Skeeter was so excited that he quickly forgot about the message he was sending to Wade.

Watching the unfinished words stay on the parchment for a while and gradually disappear, Wade smiled and put away the friend account.

A reporter’s pen, a murderer’s knife.

He and Skeeter currently have a relationship that is both threatening and cooperative. They are not friends or even allies.

This level of cooperation is naturally not reliable at all.

If one day Skeeter went to the Ministry of Magic to register an Animagus, it would mean that she would definitely write something detrimental to Vader.

How can I make this knife stand on my side?

Wade thought this and felt a little tired.

At first, he just wanted to accompany Professor Murray to a private exhibition... Then what he wanted to do was to eliminate threats to his relatives and friends...

But the situation we are facing is getting more and more complicated, and it seems to have deviated a little from the previous goal.

but……

Since there was no way to find the leader of the werewolf group immediately, the problem that he had worried about before, that some people valued human life too much, no longer existed.

Maybe now, it's time to ask them for help.

…

Freckles Driver and Mustache didn't realize until their shift changed the next morning that their companions were missing.

The truck was empty, not even a hair on it. It had obviously been carefully cleaned.

Besides them, who else can know the secrets on this ship?

"Damn it!" Mustache said angrily: "Dar left us, must he want to keep the money?"

The freckled driver was confused: "...what money?"

Only then did Mustache realize that he had accidentally said something. His face darkened, he knocked the driver unconscious with a bang, and made the call himself.

"It's me, Garro." Mustache said in a low voice: "The situation is not good...Dahl and Donovan emptied the entire truck while we were taking a break during shift change! They must be spies of the wizard! "

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before speaking: "Where's Lars?"

"He went to check Dar's room and see if he could find any clues."

Mustache kicked the freckled driver who fell at his feet, and said in an anxious and self-reproaching tone: "I'm sorry, this delivery mission failed! But I swear, what I said is true! Dar must be a spy."

On the other end of the phone: "...No, he's not."

His voice was slightly choked, and Mustache was stunned: "What do you mean..."

"Dar is back, but he...he has..."

Mustache said in disbelief: "What's going on? He...how did he go back? The ship is still at sea! Just the two of them took away all the alchemists?"

"No, there's no Alchemist, and there's no Donovan, just Dar... and an Acromantula."

The person on the other end of the phone tried to make a clear voice: "The wizard is too cruel. Dar was injected with fatal venom by the eight-eyed spider and stabbed his head brutally..."

In the tidy ward, there were several obvious holes in Dar's head lying on the bed, and the blood flowing out was black.

He was dead, but he still maintained a ferocious and extremely frightened look on his face.

The person on the phone gradually changed from sobbing to crying. Mustache held the phone in silence for a long time, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

After a long time, seeing that the other party's crying gradually subsided, Mustache silently hung up the phone. He took a few deep breaths and calmed down, then turned around and dialed a new number——

"Donovan was supposed to be the wizard's spy. He killed Dar and stole all the alchemists!"

The voice on the phone sounded much calmer this time:

"Did the Alchemist leave the ship?"

"I think so. Wizards can disapparate."

"There will be countless opportunities to capture the alchemist, but the traitor will never be forgiven! Find Donovan and kill him!"

"yes."

"I will send someone to assist you, do your best, and don't let me down a second time."

"yes!"

"Kill the guy next to you and start lurking again... I heard that there is a werewolf mutual aid association in London, England. That will be your next target."

"……yes."

After hanging up the phone, Mustache lifted up the freckled driver and dragged him to the back of the bottom side of the ship. From here, he could see the spray of water as the propeller rotated.

He pushed the freckled driver down, and soon he saw a dark red color spreading rapidly in the sea water.

"Sorry, brother."

Mustache looked at the blood color and whispered: "There is nothing wrong with you, but as long as you are here, I can't hide... Werewolves can always find werewolves, right?"

…

The ship finally docked.

The tourists on the boat had no idea that the giant ship they were riding on was almost drowned in the sea. They just picked up their suitcases and got off the boat happily.

This time, the inspection at the American terminal was particularly strict and the delay was long. Passengers waited impatiently and finally received permission to leave.

"I have to say, the efficiency of Muggles is really poor!" Umbridge couldn't help complaining to her subordinates: "If it were us, it would only take a few seconds to complete these procedures, and we wouldn't even need them at all."

The subordinates did not point out that their own efficiency was also very slow. They just nodded with a smile and complimented their immediate boss.

Umbridge quickly put on a smile and trotted to keep up with the French official in front. There was a small beetle hanging from the hem of her dress, but Umbridge didn't notice it.

At the same time, she didn't notice that when she said the word "Muggle", several pairs of eyes had already looked over.

"wizard……"

"These are wizards..."

Secret glances were exchanged, some people became excited, while others' eyes were filled with hatred.

Wade did not stay. When the ship approached the United States, he first transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew to a nearby airport, and then immediately bought a ticket to London, England.

This is much less laborious than flying back by himself.

The reason why Wade was in such a hurry was because he received a message in his friend account——

[Harry: The Ministry of Magic wants to take Sirius away, but I can’t contact Dumbledore. What should I do? 】