Chapter 418 Prison Break

"Sir, if we can't get close to the water tank, can we use a detection spell on it from a distance?"

Kingsley approached Scrimgeour and asked in a low voice: "Maybe only there can be obvious traces. We need to do a comprehensive inspection."

Before Scrimgeour spoke, Bode shook his head and said: "No, no...you will alarm them if you use a spell."

Kingsley frowned and said: "But..."

"Kingsley." Scrimgeour interrupted him: "Not getting close to these things is also to protect you - just check these places outside."

"...Yes." Kingsley agreed.

He saw that although Scrimgeour brought the best of the Aurors to check, he didn't seem to be obsessed with letting them find a result.

In fact, the range they could search was extremely limited - only a short distance from the brain hall to the circular room outside.

Both rooms were empty, and the intruders destroyed the traces very cleanly, so the search was over quickly.

As for the outside of the Department of Mysteries, that road just led to the Tenth Courtroom underground.

Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been reexamining some cases where the procedures were not standardized in the past. In addition, some wizards who smuggled, stole, and violated the Statute of Secrecy were always caught, so even the Tenth Courtroom, which had been closed for many years, was reactivated.

On the day when the Department of Mysteries was invaded, the Tenth Courtroom was trying an old case involving two celebrities in the magic world, and there were quite a lot of wizards coming and going.

So although they all knew that the intruder took this opportunity to sneak into the Department of Mysteries, they had no way to find out the identity of the person based on the route and time.

Several Aurors quickly completed their work, and the final result was - no result.

Bode didn't seem surprised either. He frowned, looked bitter, nodded absent-mindedly, and then stared at the brains floating in the water tank in a daze.

"Ding--"

The elevator rang again, and a brown-haired man in simple clothes and holding a wooden box in his hand walked in quickly. Seeing that there were many people in the brain hall, he was stunned for a moment.

Bode suddenly "came to life". He hurried over and asked in a low voice: "Did you get it?"

The brown-haired man nodded.

Bode couldn't help showing a touch of joy, and turned to Scrimgeour and others and said: "Thank you, Mr. Scrimgeour. Now that the investigation is over, you can leave first."

Scrimgeour's stern eyes stayed on the two of them for a moment.

"Let's go!"

He turned around and left first, and the Aurors followed. As soon as they walked out of the circular hall, the black door behind them closed immediately.

"What's going on?" The young Auror said in confusion and anger: "No wonder no one likes these guys-are the Unspeakables a bunch of freaks?"

"Okay, let's go."

Everyone took the elevator and went directly to the second floor of the Ministry of Magic. The Auror Command Center was on this floor. Unlike the dark underground, it was bright and lively here.

Several Aurors returned to their small compartments and devoted themselves to busy work. As for the previous investigation in the underground Department of Mysteries, they all signed a confidentiality agreement and were not allowed to disclose it to anyone.

Kingsley lagged behind a little, and after the others left, he asked Scrimgeour: "Sir, do you know the identity of the intruder?"

Scrimgeour squinted at him: "Are you doubting me?"

Kingsley smiled politely and said nothing.

Scrimgeour looked away again and said: "When I first came into contact with the Department of Mysteries, my superior told me something, and now I will pass it on to you-"

"Don't explore the Department of Mysteries, don't get close, and don't be greedy."

"Anyone who wants to use that place to plan something for himself will eventually suffer the consequences."

Scrimgeour left, and Kingsley remained silent, thinking about that sentence.

No motto will come out of thin air. There must be countless bloody and painful lessons behind it, which will make the wizards in the magic world, except for the silent people who are dedicated to magic, avoid the Department of Mysteries.

What Kingsley is curious about now is-does the intruder know this?

If he knows, why does he still want to break in?

...

After watching the last Auror leave the Department of Mysteries, Bode slammed the door shut, then pulled his companion to the main hall.

He reached out to take the wooden box, then hesitated.

"You didn't open it to see?" he asked, "Have you ever opened it?"

"No." The brown-haired wizard said, "I have been holding it since I took it out of the 716 vault. I have never opened it, and I have never let anyone touch it."

"That's good." Bode breathed a sigh of relief.

The two carefully opened the wooden box and saw a few black seeds in it. After being exposed to the air, the color of the seeds began to turn faintly red.

The two wizards worked together to pry open a few marble floors, and then buried the seeds with their bare hands. When they filled the last handful of soil, the seeds had turned into a dazzling red.

Putting the floor tiles back and returning everything to its original state, Bode wiped the sweat from his forehead due to nervousness and said, "Okay, that's it."

The brown-haired wizard asked worriedly, "Will the intruder really come again?"

"Of course." Bode sighed and said, "Greed is the original sin... No matter what that guy gets from here, he will definitely come back."

...

Mabel wrapped herself in a cloak, huddled in a corner, resisting the urge to run away immediately, and her eyes kept looking at the people on the street.

Before, she quietly followed Ryan Trocca to Diagon Alley. She knew that Trocca was going to buy textbooks in this place, hoping to take the opportunity to meet the young wizard who saved them.

But Mabel didn't expect that there would be so many people in Diagon Alley!

Densely packed, shoulder to shoulder, looking around, all were black crowds.

Moreover, the wizards' dress was very similar. Except for a few mavericks, most people preferred black wizard robes. Although there were different embellishments on the edges and corners, at first glance, they all felt that they were dressed exactly the same, and even the height, weight and thinness became blurred.

Mabel grew up in a dungeon since she was a child, and after escaping, she always stayed in places where there were few people. When had she ever seen such a crowded crowd?

Even though she possessed powerful and terrifying strength, she was still afraid and at a loss in this crowded and noisy place. In a panic, she accidentally lost Ryan Trocca and completely lost her direction.

Mabel was like a fledgling abandoned by her parents, standing in the middle of the street shivering, and she didn't breathe until she leaned against the wall.

She leaned against the wall to rest for a while, and turned her head casually, and saw her own black and white photo on the brick wall.

——It was a wanted poster posted on the wall.

"Hey, kid!" The clerk in the shop next door came out and asked kindly, "Are you sick? Can I do anything for you?"

Mabel was startled and didn't dare to let him see her face. She pulled down her hood and ran away!

She ran for a long time without a beginning or an end. Seeing that no one was chasing her, she slowly stopped and hid in the corner to observe the outside.

The girl's physique was very poor. This burst of running made her chest hurt as if it was about to explode. She squatted on the ground, panting hard, trying to relieve the pain.

A few wisps of black mist emanated from her body, spreading along the floor for a distance, and when they were about to touch a passerby, they suddenly shrank back.

"Don't do bad things!" Mabel said to herself: "If I'm discovered, I'll be finished!"

She looked up at the sky and felt that the weather had become even gloomier.

Wade... where can I find him?

...

Wade didn't hide. He saw Lupin appear at the door of the bookstore, and several people said goodbye to the professor they just met and walked out together.

Michael found that Lupin's expression was not right, so he asked: "What happened? You look so ugly."

"Who was that person just now?" Lupin asked with a frown.

"It's the new professor at Hogwarts." Harry said: "He said his name is Ryan Trocca."

Lupin was stunned: "The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

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"Yes."

Lupin was silent for a while.

In fact, he had received a letter from Dumbledore before, asking him if he could go to the school to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Lupin was moved for a moment, but he finally refused.

Although Wade and Aslan Magic Workshop cooperated happily, it did not mean that they could just let it go. Lupin also had a lot of work to do.

Sirius was still tracking the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew and the other two, and Lupin was worried about him.

Now another group of criminals targeting the young wizards was found - even if the Ministry of Magic thought that the matter was over, both Dumbledore and Lupin, who got involved later, felt that it was not that simple.

Lupin had too many things to worry about, and he could not abandon everything and hide in the ivory tower of the school.

It seems that after he refused, Dumbledore invited the man inside to be a professor... Although the man looked elegant, Lupin could not like him.

Perhaps it was the mutual perception between dangerous creatures, he vaguely felt that the guy was a bit like a vampire.

Because he had been plotted against by that creature before, Lupin had a bad impression of vampires.

But he couldn't be sure, because judging from the appearance alone... In fact, there has always been a rumor among the students of Hogwarts that Potions Professor Snape is actually a vampire.

Moreover, since he was invited by Dumbledore...

"Is there anything wrong with him?"

After hearing Wade's question, Lupin hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I just feel uncomfortable - have you bought everything?"

"No, but we are going to buy the rest at the Muggle mall." Harry said with a smile.

"Is that so..." Lupin heard this and felt a little curious, and said, "Then let's go, it's getting late."

"Today's weather is really bad!" Michael looked up at the sky and said depressedly, "It's going to rain or not, I feel like I can't even breathe smoothly."

They walked towards the entrance of Diagon Alley, and saw many people who had bought the new communication peas on the way, talking to people while walking, looking like they were talking to themselves, and some would suddenly laugh.

"It's so convenient." Michael said, "Maybe the Friends Book will soon be replaced by the Communication Pea."

"Impossible." Harry shook his head and said, "The Friends Book is much cheaper and can also send pictures, but the Communication Pea can't do that."

"Speaking of this... Wade, your Christmas gift this time won't be to give everyone a Communication Pea, right?"

Michael raised his eyebrows and looked at Wade, saying, "Occasionally, you should spend some time preparing a special gift. Actually, I prefer the snacks made by your little puppet."

Wade glanced at him and found that Michael was talking in a joking tone, but his eyes looked very serious.

On the surface, he was asking for a gift, but in fact, he was telling Wade - don't give him the communication peas this time.

The puppets were not cheap, but because Wade made them himself, the cost was not too high.

The communication peas were even more expensive. Because there were too many people who wanted them, Aslan Magic Workshop had to start limiting the purchase, so it would cost a lot of Galleons to resell them. This kind of thing is not suitable as a gift between students.

"Hmm, hmm." Harry nodded vigorously without thinking too much: "It's really delicious... and the ribs and chicken legs are also delicious. Wade, your puppet must have a secret recipe, right?"

Wade laughed: "Well, there must be a snack package in the gift, of course I have prepared something else..."

He looked at Michael and emphasized: "It's not a communication pea."

"That's good." Michael smiled: "I'm waiting to see your surprise for everyone."

As soon as the few people passed a pet shop, they heard a wizard not far away suddenly shouting: "What did you say? Is this true?"

Passers-by looked at him, but the wizard didn't care, just pressed his left ear, his face pale, and cold sweat came out of his forehead.

"This is impossible... Are you kidding?"

He said tremblingly.

The curious people who were eating melons didn't wait for the answer, but their steps stopped unconsciously.

Because someone's newly bought communication peas made a sound, someone's friend book in their pocket began to heat up, and someone looked at the silver-white patronus in astonishment.

People on the street stopped one after another to respond to the sudden emergency call.

After a moment, everyone's expressions were strangely synchronized - pale, terrified, and unbelievable.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Explosion-like loud noises rang out one after another, and many wizards directly Apparated away from Diagon Alley, and some rushed to the fireplace management office quickly.

Wade looked at this scene strangely, and suddenly he had a strange feeling that he had fallen into "The Truman Show", as if everyone around him had received the director's instructions at the same time.

"What happened?"

Before Lupin finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his ears, and the three young wizards looked at him nervously together.

After a moment, Lupin raised his head, he swallowed his saliva, and his eyes were a little incredible.

"Sirius said... there was news from Nurmengard... that person... escaped from prison!"