The Admiral of Hogwarts

Albania, near the capital Tirana.

The bright sunshine illuminated every place, whether it was the houses, the ground, or the distant mountains, all shimmering golden in the sunlight.

As a Mediterranean coastal country, Tirana in the summer has clear skies and not a single cloud in the sky. Because of this, at midday, everyone basically hides in their rooms or under trees, in shady places.

But then again, because of the country's depressed economic situation, the streets here are very deserted regardless of the weather, and it doesn't look like a country's capital at all.

Because of this, almost all the streets in Tirana and the houses on both sides of the streets look dilapidated, as if they haven't been maintained for a long time.

On the side of a street named after Albania's national hero Skanderbeg, there is a coffee shop that is somewhat excessively dilapidated even by local standards.

This coffee shop has a sign hanging from a cast iron pole, with the words 'Black Eagle Cafe' written in gold lettering that has begun to peel off.

Strangely, however, people who occasionally pass by this coffee shop only focus their attention on the restaurants and grocery stores in front of and behind the cafe, and don't even glance at the coffee shop.

"We're here," said Saint George, dressed in a black robe with a hood, in a low voice. "This is the most well-informed place in the entire Albanian wizarding world."

After speaking, led by Saint George, Hugo and his group of nine crossed the empty road and pushed open the slightly dilapidated door.

After completing the comprehensive enhancement last time, Hugo only stayed at the Hood family home for one day, and then began to inspect the various key points that the ship girls had set up in Europe.

However, unlike previous covert operations, Hermione is now a ship girl, so he doesn't need to avoid his sister this time.

Soon, everyone filed in from the hot outdoors into the cool room, and as soon as he entered, Hugo smelled the strange mixture of tobacco and coffee in the room.

Unlike Western Europe, people here rarely drink alcoholic beverages. Therefore, everyone is more accustomed to enjoying coffee, cocoa, or hookah together.

Because of Hugo's group's attire and number, almost all the wizards looked at them when they entered.

However, after seeing the anchor pattern embroidered on their robes and the golden masks covering half of their faces, everyone lowered their heads until they all went upstairs before daring to resume their previous conversations.

Even so, the voices of these people's conversations were lowered a lot. Some even hurried to the front desk to pay their bills and ran out of the coffee shop.

"Why do I feel like everyone here is afraid of us?" Hermione asked Hugo after arriving in the private room on the second floor and taking off her hood.

"This is because after Kirov took control of the three northern magic ministries and merged them into one, he immediately sent ship girls to the Albanian region to search for the whereabouts of certain people," Hugo replied to his sister.

"Naturally, the ship girls' good looks, coupled with the mixed crowd in this place, naturally led to many conflicts, and even several bloody incidents."

"And in these conflicts, the ship girls not only won complete victories, but also captured or killed a large number of the wanted dark wizards who were active in this area."

"So from then on, if you wear this uniform and move around here, even those unruly guys will learn to avoid it, to avoid being involved in a huge trouble."

Just as Hugo was explaining to his sister, the remaining ship girls also took off their hoods and began to chat, and the room became a lot livelier.

In addition to the Granger siblings and Saint George, the other six who came together were Hancock, Little Lexington, Dido, Indomitable, Odin, and Missouri.

The reason why so many people were dispatched at once was because some of their previous informants had discovered Nagini's trail nearby. They came this time to contain that snake.

"The situation has been clarified," said Saint George, entering with a tray carrying nine cups of hot cocoa and some snacks. "Someone has discovered some unusual traces in the mountainous area east of Tirana."

"We can go take a look later," Hugo nodded. "By the way, have you heard any other new information besides this?"

"A lot, and the main two that are related to us," Saint George said while distributing the drinks.

"One is that our Skybroom 3 brooms are performing very well in the competition. Many people believe that the emergence of several dark horse Quidditch teams this year is closely related to the use of our brooms."

"The other news is that Peter just passed it to the admiral network. The news said that Peter escaped on the way from the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban Prison."

"According to the internal news obtained by Javelin, because Peter has always been in the form of a rat except during interrogation, the Ministry of Magic has been using a small cage during the detention process for convenience."

"As a result, it was only discovered after it was transported that there was a real rat in the cage, and Peter didn't know where he had run to."

"Is the Ministry of Magic a bunch of idiots?" Hugo asked with disbelief after Saint George finished the second piece of news. "They clearly know that Peter is an unregistered Animagus, so they should have made corresponding preparations."

"You're right, the Ministry of Magic does have a complete process," Saint George shrugged. "But the problem is that because of some internal problems in the Ministry of Magic, the process was not implemented."

It turned out that according to common sense, all interrogation work related to Peter should have been the responsibility of Madam Bones, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. However, Fudge intervened because the next Minister of Magic election was about to begin.

This guy directly tried to transfer the Aurors directly under Bones and replaced them with his own hitmen, obviously hoping to get a piece of the pie in this incident.

But now it seems that the business level of this group of hitmen controlled by Fudge is indeed somewhat problematic, so that Peter was able to escape in this almost certain situation.

"This matter can be said to be Fudge shooting himself in the foot," Saint George finally concluded, "Although Javelin said that Fudge is trying to block the information as much as possible, this matter was widely publicized before, and it is estimated that everyone outside will soon know about it."

"Our Minister of Magic is really terrible," Hermione picked up the hot cocoa and took a sip, then shook her head. "If I could be the Minister of Magic, this kind of problem would definitely not happen."

"That's a pretty difficult thing," Hugo put down his cup and said to his sister.

"You know that the pure-blood wizards have a very high degree of control over the Ministry of Magic, and it would be good if our identities could become middle-level officials after entering the Ministry of Magic."

"Unless you are willing to find a famous pure-blood family to marry into, such as a member of the so-called 28 pure-blood families. Otherwise, it is basically impossible for a Muggle-born wizard to reach that position."

"I won't marry into a family," Hermione said somewhat excitedly, "I want to be the Minister of Magic to change this unreasonable situation. If I marry into a family, it means that I have not only failed to change the British wizarding world, but have been changed by the wizarding world instead."