Chapter 1150 Savior and Will

Dumbledore stopped at the entrance to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic was now particularly chaotic.

Some employees of the Ministry of Magic were running along the ruin-like corridor, handing documents to each other, and then running back; others were waving their wands like windmills, repairing the fireplaces that still had a chance to be repaired. Everyone seemed to be quite angry and yelled at each other.

Dumbledore's eyes swept across the hall. The originally magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic now looked like a dilapidated alley after being baptized by Muggle fire.

The fragments of the golden fountain statue broken into more than a dozen pieces were scattered on the ground. The dark blue ceiling was broken into pieces. The shiny black inlaid wooden boards now only have the "black" feature left. The ground is full of glass residue and charred stones. Block - Conventional spells can restore broken stone slabs, but they cannot straighten or wax wallboards that have been burned into twisted coke. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why some Ministry of Magic employees are so angry.

This is what some people call... the final effect of "acting as hard as possible"?

Dumbledore's eyes twitched slightly, and he selectively ignored the fire dragon that was still whimpering in the shadows not far away.

I have to say, it's a good thing that Newt didn't participate in tonight's action. Otherwise, based on that guy's stubbornness, he would probably have drawn out his wand and tried his best as soon as Grindelwald hurt the fire dragon... Of course, he might have released more fire dragons or something else...

"Professor Dumbledore, thank God you are here -"

Before Dumbledore could continue to sigh, several Ministry of Magic employees finally noticed the belated old man.

Like dominoes, the originally busy and chaotic hall of the Ministry of Magic suddenly stopped for a few seconds.

Many people subconsciously stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Dumbledore, who was standing at the entrance. As the most powerful wizard recognized by the wizarding world today, the most admirable thing about Dumbledore is not only his magical strength. , as well as his extensive knowledge of magic in various fields.

After all, any wizard in the British wizarding world who is younger than a hundred years old and older than eleven years old, without exception, must be called professor.

At least, when they encounter a magical problem that cannot be solved, this is the simplest and most direct way to ask for help...

"Professor Dumbledore, the Floo network still cannot be restored. I have tried re-establishing the connection, but to no avail."

Mrs. Aymock, the person in charge of the Floo Network Office, seemed to have seen a savior. "Those dark wizards used some weird magic. All the Floo Networks in the UK were disconnected. I wonder if I can spare you a little time." , help us find out what’s going on first?”

In addition, the head of the Department of Mysteries, the fireplace repairman, the liftmaster, the Auror office...

Almost all wizards came together, and the remaining damage caused by "Mysterious Man" and Death Eaters was more difficult than they imagined. Although the goblins of Gringotts Wizarding Bank assisted them in undoing the curse, people still hope to find some A more trustworthy shortcut, and Albus Dumbledore is obviously the answer - if even Dumbledore says there is no way, then they also have a reply that can be explained.

The magic foundation of these graduates from the Ministry of Magic was weaker than he thought... The kid was really right.

Dumbledore looked around at the officials who were confused by simple magic tricks, and sighed silently in his heart. He originally thought that the educational achievements of Hogwarts were at least above average. Who knew that "outside" "The reality was so much worse than he imagined.

As for the few students who are pretty decent...

"Mr. Dumbledore, the Minister and the Directors are meeting to discuss relevant matters. Please wait here for a moment. I will inform Minister Cornelius Fudge. If there is any urgent oral message, I can also give him a message later. You should convey this to the ministers as well.”

Kingsley Shacklebolt said in a deep voice. Compared to other wizards, this dark-skinned Auror was as calm and composed as ever.

The only pity is that this reliable elite Auror does not belong to the "Ministry of Magic" sequence in Dumbledore's knowledge.

As a backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, a high-level operator of the Destiny Group, and a Class A member of the Foundation, Kingsley could not serve as a reference for the average strength of the Ministry of Magic no matter how hard he tried. The most outrageous thing is that Kingsley is still one of the most reliable wizards in the Ministry of Magic even though he is trying hard to hide his weakness. Dumbledore cannot imagine what will happen if all the "invisible ghosts" in the Ministry of Magic disappear overnight. look.

"I understand, Mr. Shacklebolt. No additional oral information."

Dumbledore shook his head, took out his wand and began to help the Ministry of Magic clean up the mess.

It seems that the supplementary teaching plan for "Adult Magical Continuing Education" at Hogwarts should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"Before those gentlemen can reach an agreement, it seems that I still have quite a lot of things to do - if possible, I might ask you to sort out a list later to see where I can help. , so that everyone doesn’t have to be around me all the time..."

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"Restarting" the Floo network is not complicated.

For Dumbledore, making the work look "complex" was the problem.

You know, none of the diabolical methods Elena had prepared before were used. The floo network in the British wizarding world was only caused by a malicious "address hijacking". It was neither a "data flow" attack nor a "data flow" attack. "Underlying code" tampering...

As one of the culprits who provided the original ideas and principles of magic, Dumbledore knew what the problem was even with his eyes closed.

After five minutes of hard "research", the most powerful white wizard in the wizarding world today tapped the fireplace lightly with his wand.

"It's very clever. It seems that the other party understands how the Floo Network works better than you do, Mrs. Aymock——"

Dumbledore glanced at the nervous witch, his wand drawing a mysterious and complicated trajectory in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a few bright white light spots like falling snow appeared out of thin air and blended silently into the temporarily useless fireplaces of the Ministry of Magic - although those light spots looked so weak, they were almost like the bar owners using Little tricks done by the Lighting Curse, but no one here would confuse them with the snow effect at the Leaky Cauldron: this was Albus Dumbledore giving a large-scale spell-breaking lesson in public.

People opened their eyes wide and tried to look at the light spots integrated into the fireplace, as if they wanted to see some special skills inside.

However, nothing happened...as if those light spots were just...

"That should be all right, I think. Mrs. Aymock, you can try to reconnect now."

Dumbledore said gently, without waiting for anyone to ask questions, and explained with a smile, "You are intimidated by the complex and cumbersome magic network. In fact, as long as you calm down and recall the knowledge you learned in the Transfiguration class, you will find this In fact, it is a subtle transformation spell - the uninvited guests used the spell to deceive the Floo network, allowing them to cut off the feedback information when pointing to the destination path, creating the illusion of a so-called interruption."

As he spoke, Dumbledore grabbed a pinch of floo powder and sprinkled it on the fireplace in front of him.

"Diagon Alley!"

boom!

As his words fell, a green flame rose from the fireplace.

"Well, I just opened the deadlock, and the follow-up work of Floo network detection, reconnection, and query..."

"Thank you very much. Leave the rest to me, Professor Dumbledore." Mrs. Aymock replied quickly.

She came to her senses and tapped her wand rapidly against the rekindled fireplace.

With the floo network restored to its original state, the stalled work of the Department of Magical Transportation also began to resume - they had to seize the time to sort out the starting point of those dark wizards. This was a request from Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, and they planned to arrest people according to this list.

This is not a complicated task. Excluding those Ministry of Magic employees, the rest are highly suspect.

Every step is entirely part of the little witch's calculations...

Dumbledore watched Mrs. Aymock and others begin to retrace and analyze the trajectory of the Ministry of Magic's fireplace tonight. He shook his head with a complex expression, turned around and took the "Assistance List" compiled by Kingsley, and began to help other wizards clean up the mess.

He gave no hints, as all suggestions seemed to have been "thought out" before his arrival.

His role tonight is more to provide some "magical technology" assistance to the Ministry of Magic. By the way, he can serve as a bystander to set the tone for this farce, and to observe with his own eyes how magical government officials are doing their actual work. How much school knowledge do you still remember...

Judging from the current situation, the efforts of the Hogwarts professors have almost been in vain.

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"Riddle House? What is that place?" Cornelius Fudge frowned.

"I don't know, but all the traces of fireplaces in the hall have the name 'Riddle House'——"

Mrs. Aymock hesitated for a moment and said with some uncertainty, "Maybe I remembered it wrong, but before today, I had never seen the name 'Riddle House' in the fireplace access list of the Floo Network. , maybe, this is just a non-existent..."

The Ministry of Magic's files recording the distribution of wizards throughout the UK are stored in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Of course, with the "fall" of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, all those files naturally fell into the hands of dark wizards.

"Wait, Riddle...this name..."

Alilia Bones muttered, her face changing slightly.

However, before she could speak, Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded.

"The northern edge of Sussex, the village of Little Hangleton - if I remember correctly, Riddle House is there."

Dumbledore sighed softly, looked at the Ministry of Magic officials in the room who were hesitant to speak, and said softly.

"Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle, and Riddle House is his father's house - they can steal the paper files stored in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but they cannot steal the memories stored in people's minds. Dozens Years ago, Bob Ogden happened to visit there. In order to explore Voldemort's life experience, I found him before his death and persuaded him to tell me that memory..."

"Ha, Dumbledore, how many things are you hiding from us?"

Cornelius Fudge shouted dissatisfiedly, but he also knew that now was not the time to complain.

"Well, now we know the mysterious man's lair, although it was after they attacked us-"

"With all due respect, from what I know about Tom, he would not choose Riddle House as his lair."

Dumbledore shook his head, with a hint of obvious confusion in his blue eyes, "In fact, I don't understand why he would choose Riddle House to launch the attack. That is the residence of his Muggle father. Logically speaking, It should be the place he hates and rejects the most."

"I don't care about the logic of a crazy dark wizard. I just hope you can tell me in advance next time -"

"You may have forgotten, but in fact, I did warn you in advance."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge majestically over his half-moon glasses, and Fudge's voice faltered.

"But it's not too late. Voldemort thinks that we don't know the specific location of 'Riddle House'. We can immediately send people to that place to investigate. If you are worried about safety, I can go with you..." Dumbledore He took out the pocket watch with only twelve hands and glanced at it, "It's four o'clock in the morning. If I don't come back before six o'clock, I will go to Nurmengard Castle immediately -"

"Nurmengard? Do you mean-"

Cornelius Fudge's mouth opened wide, as if something terrible was rolling in his throat.

"If I die, then the only one in this world who has the chance to kill Voldemort is Grindelwald."

Dumbledore said calmly, "He and his men can definitely compete with the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Of course, this is just the worst case scenario. If everything goes well, we will soon figure out what happened. What, and..."

Before the old wizard finished speaking, he glanced meaningfully at the Ministry of Magic officials in the room.

"Anyway, we'd better leave as soon as possible..."

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