At Hogwarts, the story begins with deconstructing Avada Kedavra.

Department of Magical Creatures Control, Ministry of Magic

As the Malfoy family eagle owl broke through the morning mist and dropped a letter with the family crest wax on it at the Ministry of Magic, the newly appointed Deputy Director was adjusting his stiff collar in front of a mirror.

Chilton was the kind of upright bureaucrat: his beard was meticulously trimmed; his tailored robe clung tightly to his middle-aged figure, which was beginning to lose its shape, and every inch of fabric served his decency.

As a young and promising second-in-command who had just been appointed to the Department of Magical Creatures Control, he desperately needed a substantial record of achievements as a stepping stone to advancement.

But he understood even more clearly that here, keeping his feathers dry was more important than flying higher.

After all, one must think thrice before becoming an official:

The three considerations are: consider danger, consider change, and consider retreat.

This is precisely the time when he needs to demonstrate his political wisdom.

A paper airplane is now quietly resting beside his hand.

Chilton stared at it thoughtfully for a long time; the silver Malfoy family crest wax on the envelope said it all.

He used his silver knife to open the envelope, and Lucius's flamboyant yet arrogant handwriting came into view.

"Norwegian Spinosaurus..." Chilton repeated in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

He held the hot potato of the whistleblower letter, trembling with fear as if walking on thin ice.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus, a Class IV dangerous creature, is a red line under the Act of 1709.

If he were an ordinary poacher, he would already be ready to call on the Aurors to claim credit.

But what followed made his palms sweat:

"Hogwarts", "Harry Potter", "Albus Dumbledore".

Any single item mentioned in this letter could be a major event that ignites public opinion.

Chilton slumped in his office chair, his thoughts drifting.

As a seasoned bureaucrat, Lucius's style was legendary.

This whistleblower letter has been submitted through official channels, meaning it has entered the Ministry of Magic's receiving and dispatching process and been filed.

If he suppresses the news, and if the Dragon causes a death at the school, Malfoy could easily turn the tables and sue him for dereliction of duty and concealing a major safety hazard.

As a new generation without Dumbledore's backing, going up against Lucius would naturally end badly.

Therefore, he has to accept it.

Moreover, he must take action.

"Albus, you've really given me a real problem," Chilton muttered to himself, looking at the empty office.

"I'm just a deputy director dealing with trivial matters like Hinkpunk misleading tourists. Why should I have to choose sides between these two mountains?"

Lucius's letter was written with exceptional skill.

Every word was carefully considered.

Malfoy seemed to be simply acting impartially, responsibly reminding him in his capacity as a school board member:

If no action is taken, this disregard for the law and the safety of minors will appear as a case of dereliction of duty on the agenda to be submitted to the ministry by the school board next week.

If Chilton were to storm into Hogwarts now, even a cough from Dumbledore would be enough to give him a severe administrative skepticism in Wizengamot.

Beads of sweat began to appear on the tip of his nose.

In this dilemma,

His instinct to shirk responsibility, typical of veteran bureaucrats, began to kick in.

His gaze lingered on a line in the whistleblower letter: "...Considering that the students involved include not only the famous Mr. Potter, but also several naive first-year students, the nature of their use of magic and the potential risks to their mental health are worrying..."

"Minors".

Chilton pondered for a moment, then a brilliant idea struck him.

If it's purely a case of illegal possession of magical creatures, then it's his fault.

However, if it involves minors' inappropriate contact with dangerous materials on campus or the protection of nationally renowned minors, then the attribution of responsibility becomes debatable.

This is no longer within his scope of responsibility.

Instead, the need has shifted to comprehensive administrative intervention that combines campus management with the education and well-being of minors.

At the Ministry of Magic, no one coveted this kind of administrative jurisdiction more than the woman in the pink cardigan who was eager to curry favor with Minister Fudge.

Chilton grabbed a quill pen and began writing rapidly on the document transfer form.

This is his most prized document alchemy technique.

By redefining the problem, the center of responsibility was shifted to the next office.

[Inter-departmental Joint Review and Comments]

[Gift: Headmaster Umbridge of the Office of Improper Use of Magic]

[CC: Minister's Office, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, School Board Secretariat]

[Our company takes Lucius Malfoy's formal report regarding "potential systemic security risks at Hogwarts" very seriously. Our preliminary assessment indicates that the core of this case lies not only in the illegal keeping of wild animals, but also in the misuse of magic by several high-profile underage wizards (especially Mr. H. Potter) in an unsupervised environment and the lack of administrative oversight.]

Given that this case has evolved from a biological violation to a serious case of campus administrative negligence, our company recommends that the Office of Misuse of Magic be designated as the lead agency responsible for conducting an emergency compliance investigation at Hogwarts and intervening in the protection of minors.

The Department of Fantastic Creatures will act as a subordinate collaborating unit, providing non-decision-making technical support during the administrative operation on Saturday evening.

It is proposed that Director Umbridge review this matter and that he be given full authority to coordinate this inter-departmental joint administrative action.

"Perfect." Chilton looked at the report.

He clearly defined the division of powers and responsibilities.

If bloodshed occurs on the Astronomy Tower on Saturday night, or if Dumbledore turns on him, it will be due to poor administrative leadership from Umbridge, the mastermind. Chilton is merely a technical laborer responsible for carrying cages and moving goods.

He pulled out a piece of parchment with the heading "Urgent, Interdepartmental Coordination" written on it, wrapped up this hot potato, and slammed the official seal of the Department of Fantastic Beasts on it.

He tapped the paper airplane with his wand. The paper airplane flew away from the fourth floor.

Its destination was that famous pink office.

The moment that woman saw the phrases "Harry Potter" and "full authority," she would swallow the poisoned fruit of power without hesitation, like a vulture smelling carrion.

Chilton leaned back in his armchair, by which time the simulated overcast sky outside the ceiling had turned into a cold, thunderstorm.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, but Chilton felt that the gloomy sky perfectly reflected his current mood.

A sense of exhilaration in directing the storm toward others.

"Good luck, Dolores." He sneered, took a mint from the drawer, popped it into his mouth, and even hummed a little tune with amusement.

"Go bite Dumbledore. Just don't drag me into the conflict."

At this moment, countless paper airplanes are still busily shuttling back and forth in the corridors of the Ministry of Magic.

But the plane carrying trouble seemed to be a harbinger of the storm that was about to hit Hogwarts on Saturday night—a storm disguised as procedural justice but in reality a private scheme.

The Ministry of Magic's massive administrative machinery has begun to rumble, with each link providing legitimacy for the impending storm.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, Harry and Ron were desperately trying to manipulate the drunken, spark-spitting baby dragon.

They were completely unaware that in the darkness behind them lay not only Norbert's sharp teeth, but also stacks of deadly parchment.