Chapter 26 Blank Diary
The next day, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic received an anonymous letter of complaint.
The letter mentioned that there are a large number of illegal items related to dark magic hidden in Malfoy Manor. These items are hidden in a secret warehouse under the fountain in the center of the courtyard.
Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, took the report letter from her assistant, and her initially disinterested expression gradually turned into one of extreme surprise.
"Rufus, take a look at this report." She waved to Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office.
A man with gold-rimmed glasses and brown hair walked over. His legs seemed a little lame, but he walked with a graceful stride.
"What's the matter, Amelia?" Scrimgeour glanced at the letter in Bones' hand nonchalantly and said casually, "A letter of report on Malfoy Manor? Aren't the Malfoys often reported, but we never No tangible evidence has been found.”
"No, Rufus, this report letter is different this time." Bones shook his head slightly and handed the letter to Scrimgeour.
Scrimgeour took the letter with suspicion, and then his eyes became alarmed.
"This letter actually contains the detailed structure of Malfoy Manor? I'm afraid only someone with an extremely close relationship with the Malfoy family can draw such a clear drawing." He frowned and said doubtfully, "Who wrote this letter? Who is man, and what is his purpose?”
"No matter what, this is a rare opportunity that we can't miss." Amelia Bones quickly made a decision, "Well, Arthur and Malfoy are mortal enemies, so they should know a lot about it. Yes. You and he will jointly lead the team, bring two teams of elite Aurors, and go to Malfoy Manor to search carefully!"
Scrimgeour also nodded decisively, turned and walked to the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items, preparing to notify Arthur Weasley to go on a mission with him.
After Scrimgeour left, Bones took out a document from the drawer and began to fill out a search warrant for Malfoy Manor.
At this moment, a relatively tall man with long, light blond hair braided into a neat braid appeared next to her desk.
"What's the matter, Yaxley?" Bones also noticed this wizard who was wearing gorgeous robes and was incompatible with the atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic, and asked with a frown.
Yaxley put on a smile that was easily off-putting at first sight, and said, "Our department has a document that needs the signature of the director, so I'll give it to Director Bones."
Bones frowned slightly, signed his name on the document that Yaxley brought, and then asked him to leave his office area.
However, what she didn't know was that after Yaxley left, he did not deal with the document he had just signed. Instead, he secretly took out a quill and wrote it in the corner of the deserted corridor outside the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Here, start writing a letter.
The addressee written on the envelope is clearly visible - Malfoy.
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Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England, a weekend night.
A wizard wrapped his entire body in a pitch-black cloak and stood in the shadows of the street, staring at the extremely luxurious and extravagant manor ahead with a gloomy expression.
"Master, if Malfoy doesn't take out what you need and dispose of it as you imagined, what should we do?"
Quirrell's slightly trembling voice sounded from the shadows.
"Don't worry, I've already considered this." Voldemort's gloomy voice sounded in the same shadow, "If Lucius doesn't take out what I want, it would be better, then it proves that at least he still retains something in his heart. A hint of loyalty to me.”
"If his loyalty to me has not completely dissipated, we can use the Dark Mark to contact him and ask him to transfer that stuff to you. Of course, if Lucius is really stupid enough to take out my stuff and get rid of it , we can naturally acquire it directly according to the original plan!"
"What should be mine will definitely be mine. No one can stop it."
Voldemort's low tone echoed in the shadows, making the surrounding atmosphere quietly become extremely eerie.
Time passed by, and fine snowflakes gradually began to float in the sky. There was still no movement in Malfoy Manor.
Quirrell was shivering from the cold, and couldn't help but ask:
"Master, I think Malfoy is still very loyal to you. He hasn't taken out the things to get rid of them yet. It's unlikely that he will be able to do so any later."
"I hope he really does." Voldemort's voice also had a hint of complacency, "Get ready, I'm going to teach you how to use the Dark Mark."
Just when Voldemort was about to teach Quirrell how to use the Dark Mark to contact his loyal subordinate, the door to Malfoy Manor suddenly opened.
A wizard wearing expensive wizard robes and covering his face with a silk scarf sneaked out from the gate of the manor.
Lucius, who spent a long time packing up many illegal supplies, lived up to Voldemort's prediction and came to the joint with the precious items left by Voldemort.
"You are the black market merchant in Knockturn Alley who contacted me, right?" Lucius handed over a bag and said arrogantly, "This is a treasure that took me six hours to pack. I can understand them. How high is the quantity and value?”
"If I hadn't been in such a hurry to take action now, I wouldn't have been able to buy even a fraction of it for two thousand galleons!"
Quirrell stared blankly at the masked Lucius in front of him, shuddering all over. He could feel that Voldemort in the back of his head was almost in a rage.
‘I knew the Malfoy family was unreliable. They have always been a bunch of losers! ! ’ Voldemort’s cursing voice kept echoing in Quirrell’s mind.
Suppressing his trepidation, Quirrell tremblingly took the bag handed over by Lucius that was cast with the Traceless Stretch Charm, and began to check whether there was anything Voldemort needed among the large number of illegal items.
"Yes, what I need is right here." Voldemort's suppressed angry voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.
Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief quietly, handed Lucius the two thousand galleons he had just dug out of someone else's grave, and then left Malfoy Manor without looking back.
In a remote corner of Wiltshire, under the guidance of Voldemort, Quirrell took out a blank diary with a black cover from the cloth bag with trembling hands.
Voldemort's original anger gradually disappeared, replaced by relief and the ensuing joy.
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