HCB Chapter 530 Stealing
Chapter 530 Stealing
"Minister, you may need to go there in person. Mr. Malfoy said he wants to see you."
The person who came was a young man, his lips were bright red from being bitten by his teeth, but his face was pale and he looked a little nervous.
"It's okay. Did he say when is convenient?"
"There will be a banquet at Malfoy Manor tonight, and he invites you to attend," the young man respectfully handed over an invitation with "Granger Hermione" written gorgeously in gold strokes on the outside.
"Okay, I understand, you go down first."
The young man stood still.
"Do you have anything else to do?"
"He said that due to the special nature of the party, you may need to bring a companion."
He looked down at his black boots. It was because he was a newcomer that they pushed all this kind of work onto him. Wasn't this just bringing up something that was not related to the topic?
Hermione wasn't angry.
"Okay, you go down."
"Partner, hahahaha——" The figure of a young man appeared beside the window. Because he was facing against the light, his face was hidden in the darkness and his facial features could not be seen clearly.
"Do you need me to bring Ron over for you? But she can't come out now."
"No need." Hermione pinched her eyebrows, crossed her legs, and collapsed on the soft chair.
The chair was very flexible and moved to the opposite side of the young man according to the force of its owner.
"I need your help now." She winked slyly, stood up, looked the young man up and down, then smiled with satisfaction.
The man felt his whole body go numb when he was looked at by her, and suddenly he felt that his innocence was in danger.
"What are you going to do? I'm warning you."
"You come with me."
"No."
"You just said you wanted to do me a favor, why are you regretting it now?"
"I don't keep my word, so what?"
Hermione persuaded him with both reason and emotion. "Lucius has become extremely unstable since his son disappeared. I suspect he was also behind the explosion at the police station. I hope you can meet him. One more friend is better than one more enemy."
The young man abandoned his nonchalant look and became serious. Since he started making the plan, he began to look for suitable anchor points and coordinates one after another. He did not pay special attention to the changes in power in the wizarding world.
What's more, in his mind, there was no way that Hermione could go wrong. Many members of the Weasley family held important positions in the Ministry of Magic, and the pure-blood family had been severely damaged since the fall of Voldemort.
"it is good."
"I have some things to do. I'll meet you here at 5 pm."
Hermione looked at the delicate dial on her wrist and nodded. "Okay, I will find out the truth behind the explosion and give you an answer when we meet. As for the clues you mentioned, I will pay attention to them."
"it is good."
The young man disappeared from the office. Hermione sighed and opened the invitation on the table. It was blank, but she was not surprised at all.
"Harry Potter."
After leaving the Ministry of Magic, the young man came to the explosion scene again. At this moment, the surrounding crowd had been completely evacuated and the area was surrounded by cordons. Several police cars were parked inside and the sirens on them were blaring all the time, which was very annoying.
There were many more onlookers, including male and female police officers of different heights and weights, standing scattered on the edge of the cordon, with pistols on their waists, looking at the crowd with some vigilance.
The young man appeared again silently in the abandoned building. He did not go there in time yesterday evening and rescued the policewoman who entered last. The experienced Auror had been blown to pieces. An anti-Apparition spell was cast here.
This spell was originally set for extremely vicious criminals who had to be temporarily detained in the police station, but unexpectedly it cost the lives of several Aurors today.
Judging from the force of the explosion, it didn't seem like magic, but more like explosives invented by Muggles.
How were these explosives brought in? Why did they suddenly explode? Did they find new clues in the case they were investigating and were killed to silence them?
After the explosion, the fire at the scene was put out by firefighters. The local government then sent several blasting experts to investigate again. After confirming that there was no danger, they borrowed police forces from other regions to conduct an investigation.
At this moment, the on-site investigation has come to an end. The young man hid his body and moved closer to a white-robed staff member at the scene, who was writing furiously.
Some of the terms were very professional and the young man could not understand them, but he could roughly understand the main meaning - the result of their measurement was that this was a premeditated terrorist attack. Although the surveillance at the scene was completely destroyed, the surveillance records for the past month would be synchronized to the cloud.
On the morning of the explosion, a female police officer from the police station brought a sneaky stranger into the scene, and then they came unimpeded to the deepest part of the first floor of the police station, which was the monitoring room and outsiders were not allowed to enter at will.
But no one present had any doubt. When the surveillance camera tried to extract the man's facial features, it found that it was unable to do so, and the same was true for the policewoman.
The entire archive database had completely lost the information of the two people, and when questioned, other police officers who had finished work early and went home said one after another that they did not know the female police officer. The faithful camera recorded every move.
The young man who wrote the report scratched his head. The article in his hand contained many contradictions, but the reality he saw was indeed like that.
The young man laughed, and suddenly he felt a chill behind him. Although the sun was shining brightly in the sky, he felt silence everywhere, as if something was staring at him.
"These guys in the Ministry of Magic are really not careful in their work. They actually revealed such a big handle."
The young man kindly solved the young man's problem, perfectly tampered with his memory, and tore off two reports in his hand. After making sure that there was no mark on the third one, he quietly left.
He already had a general understanding of the situation here, and now he needed to return to Godric's Hollow before it was too late.
Time flies. While the absolute material foundation is gradually improving, people's spiritual needs are becoming more and more intense. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the tourism industry has begun to grow explosively with the continuous development of the transportation industry.
Godric's Hollow has become a tourist destination because of its beautiful natural scenery, strange and mysterious legends, and now the promotion of self-media.
Muggles drive out wizards.
One or two Muggle memories can be erased, and when the news of technological development is spreading to all parts of the world at a speed a thousand times faster than in the past, the wizards' spells seem a bit powerless at this moment.
In order to maintain the shaky International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, the Ministry of Magic mobilized a lot of people to persuade local wizards to leave.
Maybe the wizard has no idea of moving back to his hometown, but this is related to the fact that he is one of the founders of the four major schools of Hogwarts, and it symbolizes the pride of wizards.
Moving away means giving up this pride.
The young man had his own cabin in this valley. After entering the valley, he walked straight ahead and saw a fork in the road. One side led to the wizards’ residential area, and the other side led to Muggles.
And at the fork in the road, only wizards can see clearly the statue erected there, which shows a happy family.
The young man stood next to the statue for a while, and then walked to the church diagonally very skillfully. Behind the church was a cemetery where the remains of his parents were buried.
Harry came to the tombstone again with a calm expression. He didn't dare to face his parents in his true appearance, so he could only put on the face of a young man.
"Mom and Dad, I'm here to see you. Don't worry, you will have a new life soon."
Harry sat beside the tombstone and chattered, telling them about his experiences during this period. There was a circle of green pines planted around the tombstone, which isolated the noise from the outside world and made the environment relatively quiet.
After nagging for a while, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the tombstone. Finally, he took out a small shovel from his body, slowly walked around the tombstone, and came to the protruding grave behind it.
A year or two ago, Dudley followed Harry from that world to Godric's Hollow and also visited this land. With Harry's help, he retrieved the remains of James and Lily.
After a long period of preparation, we have now entered the most critical stage.
The magic of love——
He stroked his heart, looked at the fragile bones on the ground, put them back together carefully, and then restored the grave to its original state.
He recalled his experience of traveling around the world and came to the magical eastern continent. In a secret place called Qingcheng Mountain, he met an old man with an immortal appearance.
He provided Harry with inspiration, and Harry agreed to one condition.
This is the fairest transaction and cooperation ever.
At first he just passed by this place unintentionally, but the old man kept saying that two suns were in the sky and a disaster was about to happen, and only by making arrangements in advance could they have a chance of survival.
Harry couldn't understand what he was saying, but he could get what he wanted from it.
After placing the remains of his parents in the cottage, it was almost evening. After Harry stepped out of the barrier, the originally quiet valley was now crowded with tourists. There were many garbage bags piled here, emitting a foul smell of decay.
He went to find Hermione.
He turned around and his figure disappeared in the crowd in a few seconds.
After he left, a crazy old woman rushed into the crowd with a rotten kitchen knife.
"Give my son back to me, give my son back to me!"
"Call the police quickly, this crazy woman is here again."
Some tourists curiously asked the local residents, "What happened to this old lady?"
"Ah, it's really pitiful. This guy originally had a happy family of three, but suddenly one day the man died, and the woman returned to the big city with her son. I've heard that it was better."
"Yes, yes, yes. I heard that the man was a domestic abuser and the woman accidentally killed him."
The tourist was a little surprised and hurriedly took out his little notebook, which recorded a series of strange stories in Godric's Hollow, including this one.
Husband murder case.
"What happened next?" he asked impatiently.
This admiring and urgent tone satisfied the vanity of the person being asked to a great extent. He straightened his chest and lowered his voice, "Later I heard that the woman's son went crazy. He was fine before, but suddenly he didn't recognize anyone. It is said that he is now locked up in a mental hospital."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is retribution." A voice interrupted.
The man flipped through his notes and asked curiously, "Why do you say it's retribution?"
The man telling the story suddenly stopped talking, stretched out one of his hands, and rubbed his thumb and index finger together.
The tourist was a little angry and turned away, not saying anything more.
The man didn't care as he watched the man leave. He grew up in this valley since he was a child, so he knew very well what he could say and what he couldn't say.
A gleam of shrewdness flashed across the small eyes. Those guys were not particularly meticulous in doing things, and they would not know some things unless they were spoken out loud.
Wherever there is speech, there is knowledge.
Pretending to be ignorant when knowing the truth is the way of survival for this group of people. Those photos of the beautiful scenery of Godric's Hollow were originally posted by him.
After realizing these things, he thought hard, trying to protect his head. Looking at the people coming and going, he suddenly laughed and put an arm on the shoulder of the person who had just spoken.
"Come on, I'll treat you to a beer today."
Harry came to the Ministry of Magic again, disguised as an ordinary staff member, walked through the magnificent hall, got on the elevator, walked a few more steps, and came to Hermione's office.
Almost no one cared about him.
To be precise, no one could notice him.
There was no one in the office at the moment, and an exquisite suit was placed on the sofa nearby.
Harry propped up his head in distress. He looked at himself in the mirror on the wall and decided to change his face.
A crunch.
The person who came was not Hermione, but the young man from this morning. He was sneaky and tiptoeing. When he realized that there was no one in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly came to Hermione's desk.
After rummaging through the drawer, Harry came to his side quietly and looked at him curiously.
What on earth was this guy doing here? Could he be the guy Hermione was talking about?
Harry looked dangerous and slowly raised his wand.
But in an instant, the young man was motionless, as if all the bones in his body had been sucked out, and he fell on Hermione's chair as soft as mud.
Hermione came in suddenly, and she was obviously surprised to see an extra person sitting on her stool.
And the dress on the sofa disappeared.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, then began to ask cautiously, "Harry?"
"I'm here."
Harry sat on Hermione's desk again, and flipped through the documents the young man took out out of boredom. It was really a headache to look at.