Chapter 1074 Professional matters should be left to professionals
Why did the dark magic items confiscated by the Aurors go out of control? What on earth could have such power?
One lie often requires ten or even a hundred lies to maintain it. When the Ministry of Magic was meeting to discuss countermeasures, speculation from the outside world was already flying around.
Some speculated that it was a Muggle nuclear bomb, some speculated that it was the Death Eaters' secret weapon, and some even speculated that the Ministry of Magic was attacked and they were afraid of being embarrassed so they put the blame on the Aurors.
One day, two days.
On the third day, the Ministry of Magic finally announced the results of the investigation.
After a rigorous and detailed investigation, it was found that the explosion was actually caused by a batch of illegally modified Muggle grenades that were improperly stored.
Such ridiculous investigation results made Vincent and his friends once again witness the shamelessness of the Ministry of Magic.
Just when they were thinking about whether or not to secretly release the secretly recorded video, the Ministry of Magic announced that it would hold a live broadcast on Saturday morning to explain the situation in detail.
The live broadcast took place in the restored minister's office, and the protagonist was Fudge who had just been discharged from the hospital.
He didn't look very well, but he was very good at speaking sentimental words.
"My head healer said I should stay in bed for at least a month, but unfortunately something happened at the Ministry of Magic, and there is a serious shortage of staff now. How can I stay in bed peacefully?"
He spoke with a loud and powerful voice. Vincent and his friends who were watching the live broadcast in the secret base of the Room of Requirement seriously suspected that his pale face was caused by makeup.
"A bed at St. Mungo's cannot hold a heart that wants to protect magic!"
Fudge kept emphasizing that he disregarded his personal health for the benefit of the Ministry of Magic, exaggerated that he almost died, and kept repeating that he worked with injuries to gain sympathy.
Most people who didn't know the truth chose to believe it, and what followed was the focus of the live broadcast, a Muggle grenade that was said to have been illegally modified.
Wizards who know the business can see that the Ministry of Magic is not paying attention. These wooden-handled grenades are antiques from the World War II era. There are only a few of them even in the British Museum. Where can the Aurors go to collect a batch of them?
Fudge picked it up with great anguish. "We originally thought it was just a common smuggling case, but we didn't expect the criminals to illegally modify the interior."
This antique is not only prone to fire crossover and premature explosion, but is also more likely to misfire due to moisture. If it is not modified, there will indeed be serious problems.
The live broadcast was fine until now, but when Fudge said the name of the criminal, Vincent and his friends were stunned.
"The Fairy Guild is an underground organization that has existed in the dark society of the wizarding world for hundreds of years."
First they were sensational, then they exaggerated the injuries and played the victim, and then they did the traditional way of shifting the blame.
Moreover, the target of the blame is the Goblin Guild, which had long been silenced by the Death Eaters. In this case, there is no evidence, so whatever Fudge says is the truth.
The ignorant people who chose to believe the truth believed it even more. The goblins were notoriously greedy and they would do anything for profit.
What’s the big deal about illegally modifying Muggle grenades? As long as the profit is big enough, they even dare to smuggle Muggle nuclear bombs.
This live broadcast was undoubtedly a victory for the Ministry of Magic and Fudge.
Through the stereotypes of goblins among wizards, they successfully directed public opinion toward the dark society of the magical world.
As expected, Fudge finally announced that he would severely crack down on similar underground organizations, and stated that the Ministry of Magic under his management would definitely fight the evil forces to the end.
"Fuck——" Vincent cursed dryly after watching the live broadcast.
If wizards knew more about Muggles, the truth of the whole matter would definitely not be covered up.
"Ah..." Hermione leaned her head on Vincent's shoulder, "Should we still release the secretly recorded video?"
There is only one card that can reveal the truth covered up by the Ministry of Magic. If it was secretly released a few days ago, the effect would be absolutely explosive. If it is released now, it will probably be accused of being a rumor-mongering and smear campaign by evil forces.
"Ah..." Fred sighed as he lay on the sofa, "I knew Fudge was shameless, but I didn't expect him to be so shameless."
The Goblin Guild was brutally murdered by Death Eaters. Fudge not only set his sights on their huge legacy, but also squeezed out every last bit of their value.
Now it is useless even if the Fairy Brotherhood wants to recover the inheritance. With such a huge shit pot being put on their shoulders, they can only quickly cut off ties with the Fairy Hall.
Everyone frowned, and George suddenly straightened up, "How about sending the video to disgust him?"
Vincent relaxed his brows a little, "It's useful to keep the video. We can choose other methods."
"any solution?"
He pointed to the projection screen in front of him and said, "For this, find someone who is famous and not afraid of being targeted by the Ministry of Magic."
The twins blurted out, "Professor Dumbledore or Professor Moody!"
Vincent curled his lips and said, "I plan to invest in a documentary about Muggle technology. Do they have time?"
Except for Hermione, everyone's eyes were focused on his face.
Vincent is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate because he is not afraid of being targeted by the Ministry of Magic and has plenty of free time.
Moreover, the documentary is about the Twilight Ministry's lack of Muggle common sense, and there is no one better suited for this kind of thing than him.
"Me?" Vincent shook his head. "I have a more suitable candidate."
Hermione looked up in confusion, trying to read something on his face.
"what?"
She half-closed her eyes and said, "You are so mysterious, are you trying to give us a surprise?"
Vincent smiled harmlessly, "Yeah, not just you, I guarantee I can shock everyone."
Hermione nodded her head and leaned back into his shoulder.
"Dude, what's the surprise?"
"Stay tuned."
Professional matters should of course be left to professionals, and Vincent doesn't want to fall out with the Ministry of Magic at the moment.
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Early Sunday morning, Knockturn Alley, Wayne Enterprises' Alchemy Shop.
A figure covered tightly in a black robe quietly walked out from the back door.
The man seemed particularly afraid of being discovered, so he disappeared into an alley.
Wayne's house, Oxford Street, London.
As soon as the black-robed figure appeared, the two bodyguards, Nightmare and Nightmare Killer, stopped him.
"Your boss should have told you about me, right?"
When the black robe was lifted, a face known to everyone in the magic world was revealed.
The two bodyguards stepped aside, "Miss Skeeter, the Master and Madam have prepared breakfast."
Rita shuddered for no apparent reason.
Four years ago, it was in this place that she, the news queen of the wizarding world, first experienced the feeling of being caught.
She looked at the bullet holes near the door and recalled those not-so-pleasant memories.
"Miss Skeeter?"
Rita ended her reminiscence with her signature bright smile, "I'm fine."
She is famous and is not afraid of being targeted by the demons, and her weird skills are world-class.
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