Chapter 1071 Sudden Attack
Fudge took the elevator to the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic, walked through the corridor and came to the Auror's office.
Kingsley was not in the interrogation room. He was standing in front of the thick glass and chatting with old Batty.
"Barty, Kingsley, what's going on?"
Through the glass, one could clearly see Rookwood's face filled with pain as he tried to resist the effects of the truth serum.
Even if he is a master of brain occlumency and his willpower is strong, he cannot resist for long in his current physical condition.
Kingsley's eyes were sharp, giving people a sense of confidence. "We should be able to start the formal interrogation before daybreak."
Fudge's mouth corners slightly raised, unable to hide his inner joy, "Okay! Kingsley, don't miss any clues, we must catch all the remnants of these Death Eaters."
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At the same time, the four people who came out of the red telephone booth saw a figure standing in the alley from afar.
He has thick long hair and looks like a lion from a distance.
It's just that he seemed particularly down and out, and not as decisive and efficient as before.
"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Hermione recognized the downtrodden lion.
The man looked up, put the Ministry of Magic badge he was playing with into his pocket, and forced a smile at the four people.
Moody walked over with his cane and put his hand heavily on Scrimgeour's shoulder. "Thank you for your hard work, Rufus."
Scrimgeour smiled bitterly, "Alastor, I still plan to resign."
He is one of the few hardliners in the Ministry, and has zero tolerance for Death Eaters and even common criminals.
And tonight, the Ministry of Magic failed him once again.
If he continues to compromise, he will just become one of those people who disappoint him.
Moody squeezed his shoulders hard. "Rufus, I still remember the first time you and I went on a mission. I never thought that you, who was a rookie at the time, would become the head of the Auror Office later."
Scrimgeour lowered his head. "You are more suitable than I am, Alastor. If you were willing to take this position, perhaps the Ministry of Magic would not be what it is today."
Moody smiled and said, "Me? Forget it. I might have been fired by them a long time ago."
Scrimgeour's tough style comes from him, and he is not good at being a politician, so there is a high probability that he will be fired on the pretext of something.
"Rufus..." Moody put away the smile on his face, "It's not shameful to escape. Their behavior is the most shameful."
Putting the dignity and authority of the Ministry of Magic above the safety of the people is completely contrary to the Auror code.
Scrimgeour reached into his pocket and clenched the Ministry badge tightly. "Alastor, do you think I should stay?"
Moody was silent for a long time. "Rufus, I have never misjudged anyone. The young man who didn't know what giving up was hasn't changed in decades."
Scrimgeour slowly closed his eyes, as if remembering his younger self.
He was suddenly awakened by a series of small muffled noises, and a strong smell of black magic emanated from the ground.
"This is……"
Several people's faces changed drastically, and they picked up their wands and turned to look at the red telephone booth.
The Ministry of Magic is underground, this is a dark magic attack!
"Damn it!" Scrimgeour's eyes were extremely sharp. "The news about Rookwood leaked so quickly. We had already blocked the news immediately."
Moody's magic eyes were fixed on the ground. "It may not have been leaked."
Scrimgeour's face was filled with horror. "Alastor, you mean..."
Moody did not reply, but exchanged a quick glance with Dumbledore.
The staff quarters are under martial law. If Rookwood's information wasn't leaked from there, it must have been leaked by someone in Bagman's room just now...
Scrimgeour tightened his grip on his wand and slammed it into the ground.
Invisible magical waves surged into the ground, activating the anti-Apparition spell set up in advance by the Ministry of Magic.
After confirming that the spell was effective, he turned on the Ministry of Magic's special magic communicator on his wrist.
The half-person-high projection screen was divided into small screens, two of which were completely dark.
"Damn it! They're really coming for Rookwood!"
The two small screens were of the Auror office on the second underground floor. Although the situation in the interrogation room could not be seen, the other screens showed that the staff were rushing over.
The attack from dark magic was so powerful that it affected the Minister's office on the underground floor and the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters on the third floor.
Scrimgeour looked towards Moody, and they both stared at another scene on the second basement floor in tacit agreement.
The encrypted communications within the Auror team were never connected, but there were quite a few communication requests from high-level officials.
Scrimgeour ignored them, waiting anxiously for the encrypted communication to be connected.
The situation is urgent tonight. Except for those who are blocking the staff dormitories, the remaining Aurors are all staying in the office on standby.
The fact that none of them answered the phone meant that the situation was more serious than expected. Being suddenly attacked by dark magic at close range, perhaps only Dumbledore could remain unscathed.
One minute passed, then two minutes passed, and the tormented Scrimgeour couldn't help but rush towards the red telephone booth.
Activating the Ministry of Magic's anti-Apparition spell will also block the transmission of Floo powder. Now the only way to get in is to go through the main gate or rely on some special magical creatures.
"Rufus!" Dumbledore called to him, "Let's go together."
Scrimgeour felt strangely relieved and looked at Vincent and Hermione who had determined expressions.
It would be dangerous to go together, and it would be equally dangerous to stay here.
He took a deep breath and strode over.
Fawkes appeared from the brilliant red flames, flew around the five people, and brought them to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second underground floor, where the impact was less severe.
There was no one here, and the corridor leading to the Auror's office had collapsed. The aura of dark magic that was about to solidify meant that it was difficult to recover, so the only way to get there was to take a detour.
Dumbledore came to the collapsed corridor and examined it carefully.
The damage caused by black magic is difficult to recover but not impossible to recover. This is nothing for a powerful wizard.
With a slight wave of the Elder Wand, the collapsed corridor quickly returned to its original state.
Scrimgeour gave them a grateful look and led them quickly through the corridor.
At a glance, the Auror's office and the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters below had turned into a large area of charred ruins, with strange blood-red marks clinging to them like capillaries, and the remaining aura of dark magic floating in the windless air in wisps.
Faced with such a tragic situation, it no longer mattered where the Death Eaters had gone.
Almost all the Aurors in the British wizarding world are buried beneath the eerie ruins. The most important thing now is rescue.
The staff who came from a long way are trying their best to dig up the ruins, but the progress is very slow due to the residual black magic, and anything that comes into contact with it will be quickly corroded.
They were delighted by Dumbledore's arrival, and Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was in charge of directing the rescue work, sat down tiredly.
Moody, Vincent and Hermione joined the rescue, and soon, the seriously injured Aurors were carried out one by one.
Scrimgeour goes to Bones to find out what's going on, but she knows nothing about it either.
"The explosion happened so suddenly. We rushed here as soon as possible, but the place had already become like this."
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