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A messy night has not passed yet.

There is still some time before dawn, and everyone is very busy.

This Christmas night is extremely long.

No candy, no food, no flying ribbons.

For these Ministry of Magic operators, there is only the biting cold wind, and from time to time, snowflakes naughtily get into people's collars.

It's inexplicable and makes people feel very upset.

But no one complained.

Even Mr. Arthur Weasley works extremely seriously.

"There is no trace of the so-called Muggle technology. Yes, madam, you can trust me on these professional matters."

He said to Ms. Bernsch swornly.

Ms. Bernsch was under the blazing fire, her face sinking like water.

This night, no one in the entire magical world will be safe.

The same goes for Arthur.

He was very anxious. After seeing Voldemort leave with his own eyes, he thought of the dark period more than ten years ago.

I thought about leaving my brothers.

Whether they are at the scene or not, whether they know about this matter or they do not know about it - of course, there are not many people who do not know about this matter. The entire Ministry of Magic is dispatched to

It has almost the same effect as telling the world. Everyone knows that the Ministry of Magic is a sieve.

As long as there is news, everyone will know it.

Everyone knows that the peaceful days have completely left them.

Now, what is about to appear in front of them is the revival of darkness from more than ten years ago.

Everyone who has experienced that era shudders.

Fortunately, under the authority of Ms. Bernsch, everyone finally had some motivation and knew that they should do something.

Just like now.

Investigate the scene, appease the people, and contact Muggles.

An operator from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures came and confirmed that it was dragon fire. He seemed to have a professional level.

"This should be the flames of the Lion Dragon and the Hungarian Horntail, Professor."

The operator said.

But when he spoke, he looked confused and looked at Professor Dumbledore, he hesitated to speak.

"If you have anything to do, you might as well just say it, there are only two of us here.

I think I still have some research on dragons. I mean, I might be able to understand some of the professional terms you talk about.

Hehehe, tell me."

The tall Dumbledore looked left and right.

He obviously didn't see the operator's expression, but he already knew the operator's doubts.

"This is against the rules, Professor Dumbledore." Hearing Professor Dumbledore say this, he became rude and expressed his doubts: "Yes, Professor, I think we all know that every day

One kind of dragon can only spit out one kind of flame. This was already concluded in the book when I was in school.

By the way, Professor Dumbledore, our teaching books have not changed."

The operator said.

Dumbledore nodded and said: "No changes, just some new works by Mr. Newt Scamander have been added. However, Mr. Newt's new works have not overturned this conclusion."

Scrimgeour and Mad-Eye Moody went underground to observe where the dragon fires were buried.

Dumbledore was left standing where Dowey Jones died.

He refused to leave here.

Chat with this Ministry of Magic operator.

Dumbledore said pointedly: "It's not in line with the rules, yes, I think so too.

If I mean if, this is a magic potion.

So, based on your experience, can this kind of magic potion have such consequences?"

"I have never heard of such a thing, Professor. If he can really make this thing, then he should be the recipient of the first-class medal of the Knights of Merlin. We should not not know his name."

The operator explained dryly. He squatted on the ground, crushed the burned bones of Dowey Jones with his hands, and couldn't help but said: "This flame is really powerful."

"Yes, yes, it's like this. It's so powerful that it doesn't seem like a natural thing."

Dumbledore responded and said thoughtfully.

He already has an idea.

About investigating the dragon fire here.

If someone in the magical world can really create such a thing, and the maker is still a wizard, then it will not be difficult for Professor Dumbledore to find him.

If he had ever wanted to become famous with this invention, it would be easier to investigate.

Because if a wizard wants to become famous for an invention, what he must do is apply for the Order of Merlin.

Write a letter and send it by owl to the Order of Merlin, Standing Committee.

Accept the scrutiny of those old wizards.

If the final review proves that this thing is indeed a novel and creative item for the magic world.

Then, the committee will give them medals and recognize their inventions.

Of course, this is not the only way to obtain the Order of Merlin.

This is just one of the means.

Just like the wizard who recently received the second-level medal of the Knights of Merlin.

It was because he created the Wolfsbane potion that he gained both fame and fortune.

It just so happened that Dumbledore had a good relationship with those old wizards.

Among these old wizards, there is also a teacher who once gave Dumbledore exam questions.

Just when Dumbledore was thinking.

Scrimgeour's voice also came from underground.

interrupted his thinking.

Scrimgeour's voice was echoey and somewhat dull.

"Professor Dumbledore, Ms. Burnsch, please come here.

There’s some fun stuff here that I hope you can see with your own eyes.”

he shouted.

Dumbledore and Ms. Burnsch came to the bombed underground. This was an underground sewage pipe. It was extremely dirty. However, Scrimgeour and Mad-Eye Moody stood here without any hesitation, carefully investigating the conditions here.

everything.

Mad-Eye Moody's cuties are scattered all over the place, looking for any suspicious traces.

Fortunately, they also know how to use magic to block some sewage and stench.

It doesn't seem particularly unseemly to call them.

"This," Scrimgeour said, handing a metal sign to Ms. Bernsch, "minister, I thought you would be interested in it."

"What's this?"

Ms. Bernsch saw the metal sign and touched it gently.

It's very clean, with a sharpness unique to metal.

There are words engraved on it.

It is an industrial park address in London's West End.

There is also a company name written on it.

"It was an item found in the underground waterway and well protected by magic.

It looks like someone is going to tell us something, and importantly, what it's made of, minister, professor."

Du Wei reminded them.

"Magic gold."

Ms. Bernsch said that magic gold has a very good effect of isolating magic, so it is perfect as a knight's protective gear. In the Middle Ages, wizards suffered great losses due to this.

"Above Heaven"

"Yes, magic gold, I think, no matter who put this thing here, I think we should all go and take a look, even if it is a trap."

Scrimgeour said.

Ms. Bernsch pondered for a moment and did not look at Dumbledore.

"Then go take a look, bring more Aurors with you, and pay attention to safety."

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

After reading the previous article, I collected my imagination, started to paper, and started construction seriously.