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When a madman tries to disturb the lifeless stinking ditch of the magic world, he can always stir up unimaginable waves.

Especially when he attracts a group of frustrated but ambitious people.

"While we were churning, it was easy to bring out some of the stuff accumulated at the bottom of the sewer, I mean, the smelly mud.

Just like now."

It's still dark, and many parts of London's streets are still dark.

The street lights strangely didn't light up.

There were also some places where the Muggles didn't notice, where almost all the Ministry of Magic operators came out.

Responsible for eliminating the possible impacts of upcoming things.

It was less than an hour before the Daily Prophet was published.

In Diagon Alley, in the office of the Daily Prophet, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet held a sample magazine and called the writer of the front page headline, Ms. Rita Skeeter.

The editor-in-chief, an old wizard, was wearing a yellow striped suit, a purple tie, and tortoiseshell spectacle frames. He looked majestic and sat behind his desk. On his desk, a naughty quill pen was writing by itself.

When he saw the rejection letter, Ms. Rita Skeeter, he did not ask Ms. Skeeter to sit down.

He frowned and stared at the explosive title of the sample issue. Looking at the shocking content, he tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, intending to put some pressure on Ms. Skeeter.

From time to time he peeked over his glasses at Ms. Skeeter.

Rita sneered at the old wizard's boring tricks.

"Why did you call me here, editor-in-chief?"

Rita took the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere. The editor put down the sample issue, shook his head and said: "That's right, regarding your front page headlines and content, I read your report. Regarding the death eaters' escape from prison, I

You are allowed to report.

However, the matter regarding goblins is a serious matter and we need to be cautious.

Rita, you need to revise this news, but given the time, I suggest you revise this news and move it to tomorrow morning.

Please forgive me for doing this. I hope you won't think that I am making things difficult for you. This is a principle and this is a rule, Rita.

Hope you understand.

I need to control the rhythm of the news, Rita, your news is a little too much."

The editor-in-chief looked at Rita Skeeter in front of him majestically, looking extremely serious. It seemed that he wanted to tell Ms. Rita Skeeter with his expression that this was a serious matter.

However, he then thought about Rita being the guarantee of his newspaper's sales, so he slowed down his tone and tried to appease Rita and said: "I know what you mean, Ms. Rita, this is indeed big news, but you

You know, someone said hello to me."

He pointed his finger in the direction of the Ministry of Magic.

It indicated that this was what the Ministry of Magic meant.

"So we can completely replace this news with another one that is explosive enough. Rita, unfortunately, your information has been downloaded.

As compensation, Rita, how about the next additional issue?"

The editor-in-chief seemed to be discussing with her, but in fact he was informing the other party.

In a newspaper, the editor-in-chief is the absolute decider of the content of the newspaper.

Unfortunately, Rita Skeeter didn't seem to understand what he meant.

She looked particularly stupid today.

She raised her little finger, raised her eyes, and with a smile on her lips, she said sweetly: "I don't think I understand what you mean, Mr. Editor." Rita Skeeter's big eyes blinked behind her glasses:

"You mean, I can't send out this news, right?"

"I'm afraid so."

The editor-in-chief stared at Rita Skeeter and said: "Do you have any opinion on this? Ms. Rita, if not, I have to go to work, and you can leave first."

The editor plans to expel Rita Skeeter.

"No, I mean, not at all, Mr. Editor."

He originally thought that he would continue to struggle with Rita for some time, but he did not expect that Ms. Rita Skeeter did not refute.

She walked out with a smile on her face.

This made the editor-in-chief feel uneasy.

He knew that Rita Skeeter was a person who would not give up so easily.

So, what happened to make Ms. Rita Skeeter so easy to talk to?

The editor-in-chief doesn't think this is because of his majesty. His majesty is enough to scare some newcomers, but for an experienced person like Rita, his majesty has no effect at all.

Just when he was lost in thought, a large number of beaters and Aurors were standing on the street in front of the Leaky Cauldron. They stood together in twos and threes, waiting for the arrival of the director.

"It's a cold day, isn't it, Bob."

Kingsley said, wearing his flowered hat and exaggeratedly large gold earrings, he turned sideways and lowered his head to ask Bob, the batsman captain next to him, if he knew what was going on here this morning.

"Maybe we should have a glass of whiskey, this damn weather, we might freeze to death if we stay here, maybe we should have a little magic, how about a blazing fire?"

He was obviously joking.

Beside him, Bob muttered something.

He and Kingsley stood together, forming a perfect height difference.

Scrimgeour did not tell them what they were gathering here for tonight.

But, everyone is not a fool.

They can all imagine why they gathered here.

There's nothing like Gringotts that's worthy of all their efforts.

This time, except for Delis and a few Ministry of Magic operators who were protecting the Prime Minister, all the other Aurors and strikers were called back.

Biquge

Kingsley also knew this very well.

He was just joking with Bob.

The atmosphere at the scene was weird and solemn.

Especially Mad-Eye Moody.

He noticed that several of the batters stood very carefully. Their positions allowed them to knock out many Aurors and batters present in a short period of time.

They seemed to be planning to pour all their firepower on their own people.

Rather than saying it was a preparation mission, it was more about suppressing the boxing ring.

Mad-Eye Moody was crazy, but not stupid. He poured some wine into his mouth and came to a batter on crutches.

Should it be called Walker?

He reminded the other person.

"Not professional enough, kid. If you stand like this, you may have a blind spot."

Walker panicked when someone revealed his thoughts, but soon Mad-Eye Moody stood beside him.

He was pushed past by Mad-Eye Moody.

"Stupid young man, you should stand like this."

He chose a position to stand and whispered: "Here, it is much easier for you to take action. See, here, you can attack the Auror immediately, and you can also prevent others from attacking. Here

, you only have to face one enemy, understand?"

After finishing speaking, Mad-Eye Moody asked: "Speaking of which, who told you to do this?

Rufus Scrimgeour?”