Chapter 1162 Departure and Polishing

Ukraine, Black Sea Shipyard, Dock No. 0.

The whistle sounded in the distance, and the fishermen who got up early began to go out to sea one after another.

The collapse of that unbreakable alliance didn't make their lives any better.

The new government said that subsidies from the Western world were as out of reach as ancient treasures in fairy tales. Instead, they were cheap potatoes from somewhere in Siberia and Austria, like gifts from the gods to help them survive the cold winter and confusion, and they began to try to find new life.

In the empty dock, the old man sat beside a rusty low pillar, looking at the sea level and the clouds in the sky in the distance, in a daze.

There was a familiar shadow in the endless sky, but he might never see the full picture of 'that child' again.

"Why are you here?! We've been looking for you all night-"

Behind the old man, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded, and an old woman shouted menacingly.

However, as a ray of sunlight fell, the scolding voice in her mouth suddenly stopped.

The old woman walked next to the old man and looked up to the sky with him.

"That can't be 'that child'..."

"Maybe, who knows? We're not supposed to remember this, are we?"

The bright morning light passed over the clouds and scattered scatteredly on the dock. In the extremely distant sky, the gaps in the clouds vaguely outlined a majestic and beautiful outline, as if a huge beast had taken a nap there, and now, It has set sail again...

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The North Sea of ​​Scotland, the capital of succubi.

The Hyperion was parked quietly inside the repair base, and a white-haired, skinny old man walked out of the bridge tremblingly.

As a great alchemist active in the Middle Ages, the 666-year-old Nick Flamel was not afraid of any secular laws. After learning that the "evil wizard" had looted the magic collections of most of the European magical governments, he He immediately gave his answer:

Leave everything there and wait for him to come.

This is the Major Arcana command from "The Magician (05-1)"!

Nick Flamel crossed the "black door" and walked unimpeded into the core scientific research base of Destiny.

In the world on the other side of the "Black Gate", dozens of the top alchemists and spell masters in today's magic world have already gathered there, greedily looking at the magic materials from various magic governments in Europe, waiting for the "magician" You gave the order to start the research project.

As for whether there are any exposure risks among those magic materials and alchemy items?

That was Nick Flamel, one of the ancestors of alchemy in the European magic world.

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Several hundred kilometers away from the Succubus Capital.

Devon, next to the Lovegood family's chess piece-like house.

The Quibbler, which was originally a small family workshop, has long since expanded into a behemoth no less than the Daily Prophet.

With the release of special publications such as "Into the Magic", "A Bite of Hogwarts" and "Exploration and Discovery", this area quickly became an independent building complex consisting of four or five editorial offices.

In view of the confidentiality requirements of the news, some anti-prying charms have been applied around it - all magical modifications have been reviewed by the Ministry of Magic.

This is also Xenophilius's requirement: compliance, legality, and respect for the authority and opinions of the magical government.

Even so, after a rigorous inspection, Xenophilius paid a considerable fine for illegal renovations.

Then, just as the magical government presided over the construction and renovation of Diagon Alley decades ago, the Ministry of Magic sent officials to participate, and complete records were kept at the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards... These records are not stored in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, because The "Jurassic Quidditch Pitch" also submitted renovation plans at the same time, so they were temporarily mistakenly filed in the file box at the Department of Magical Sports and Sports.

However, with the Ministry of Magic's restoration and inspection of all files, this "small error" will soon be corrected.

This document will serve as one of the few official originals of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and will serve as an important reference template for subsequent document recovery.

Of course, according to the efficiency and ability of the Ministry of Magic officials, the specific progress of the "restoration" work mainly depends on the judgment of capable and reliable wizards like Kingsley Shacklebolt - the Destiny Group is not forming a branch, The Ministry of Magic must play some role at least.

"Well--"

Rita Skeeter stood in this legal and compliant area officially certified by the Ministry of Magic, with a somewhat subtle look on her face.

The more she understands the structure of the Tianming Group, the more she understands the limitations and ridiculousness of her past - the reality happening in front of her is much more powerful than what her stupid quill pen could write. Lawlessness is not just an adjective. It is the truth that really exists in the world.

In front of her eyes, nearly a hundred wizards were coming in and out with manuscripts in their hands, and the documents they had spread out and crumpled into a ball at random were exactly the "stolen documents" from the magic governments of various countries. Under the command of mid-level and senior officers Next, they were re-filed into categories, breaking up the original cumbersome, bloated, country-specific and geographical restrictions. Like a reassembled building block, they were pieced together bit by bit amidst the noise.

"They are just sorting it out like this? This...I mean, if someone sees..."

Rita subconsciously grabbed her handbag and looked nervously and uneasily at the middle-aged wizard responsible for receiving her.

"The Ministry of Magic is going crazy right now. Aurors are everywhere looking for those dark wizards who broke into the Ministry of Magic. If they know-"

"Oh, Humphrey, I didn't expect you to be on duty today? Are you busy with Auror work?"

Before Rita Skeeter could finish her words, the middle-aged wizard suddenly waved to the other end of the stone road.

Several unsmiling Ministry of Magic Aurors, wrapped in gray windbreakers, appeared there one after another.

Rita frowned. When she went to the Ministry of Magic, she seemed to have seen the leading wizard in the back half of the Auror office.

etc! Could these people...

"You stayed up all night last night and will continue to work overtime today. Why don't you give it a try?!"

Humphrey said with an indifferent expression, walked over quickly and took a look at the busy scene behind Hank.

"The Ministry of Magic is searching for traces of dark wizards. Have you seen any suspicious persons here? Also, if there is any information about the stolen documents from the Ministry of Magic, remember to tell us immediately - let your people clean up a little, I'm here Just register, write some reports and go.”

"Wait a minute, the Ministry of Magic documents were stolen, and you Aurors came to the editorial office of The Quibbler to look for it? Isn't that right?"

Hank glanced at Humphrey, shook his head with a strange expression, and said, "As you can see, we are simply too busy right now -"

"If you want to temporarily 'recover' some files, you can ask Miss Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet to help polish them, but don't touch my people inside. We have to be busy filing and transcribing most of them. Information about the European magic world, please get it yourself."

"Then I have to get some substantive information, otherwise I won't be able to deliver the work in the afternoon - I don't want to hang around outside all day."

Humphrey said in a deep voice, paying no attention to the little rookie next to him, and stared at Hank and said seriously.

"If you are not willing to help, I will go in and look for it myself. I at least need to know where I can gain something..."

"Malfoy Manor, Carrow Manor, Yaxley's house - don't you have a list? The only thing is, don't go to Crouch's house, at least you shouldn't go now. You can find some clues. Do you understand? ? Okay, don’t think about reading anything from my side. You know the rules of the organization. You have to check information from formal channels. I don’t want to see your photo on the ‘Big Ship Wanted’ one day.”

Hank spread his hands nonchalantly, ignoring the aggressive Humphrey and the other Aurors, and turned to Rita Skeeter.

"Okay, newcomers—if you're done watching the fun, come with me."

"I heard that you are quite good at writing. We happen to have a few manuscripts here that we would like you to work on..."

"First of all, I want to ask, how much do you know about the Crouch family here in the UK, and Barty Crouch and his family -"

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