Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

She held the foot of her shawl and walked upstairs with a clattering sound.

"Don't forget the truck." Greengrass turned around and reminded her, then went upstairs with Umbridge.

The rest of the Ministry looked at each other, shrugged, and went about their business as usual -

Obliviate the remaining Muggles, and then get rid of the offending truck.

"Wait, wait!" The man in a suit who didn't want to be controlled by magic raised his hands and shouted, "I can tell you important information! We--"

"Everything is forgotten!"

The man in the suit was hit by the Oblivion Curse before he could say a single important word.

Everyone looked sideways at the guy who was casting spells randomly.

The man spread his hands nonchalantly.

"We are on vacation at public expense, brothers!" He asked frankly, "Do you really want to work overtime?"

The others thought about it and it seemed to be true, so they all gave the wizard a thumbs up and praised him, while speeding up the process of cleaning up the battlefield.

Vader: “…”

He thought he could see Fudge making a choice after struggling, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't even have any struggle.

Chapter 310 Parties

Although most of the officials in the Ministry of Magic are just trying to cover up the truth and gloss over the situation, they do have their merits.

For example, they were very skilled in using the forgetfulness spell, easily and quickly erasing the memories of a group of people for a few days.

For another example, their levels of restoration spells and cleansing spells are also very high.

In just ten minutes, the parking lot had returned to its original appearance. The slime and blood on the inside and outside of the trucks had disappeared. The glass broken by the spiders, the rearview mirror knocked off in the fight between the bearded men, and the dents on the cars were all restored to their original state.

As for the group of people lying on the ground, the people from the Ministry of Magic kindly stuffed them all into different cars, as if they were worried that they would catch a cold. In fact, they were just worried that someone would discover a large group of people lying on the ground and call the police out of a fuss.

"What will they think when they wake up?"

A young Ministry of Magic employee looked back at the people they had left behind and asked worriedly:

"If someone shows up on the boat for no apparent reason, they will definitely call the police, right? It might even cause a stir."

"It's ok."

An older staff member smiled and said: "They only need to ask their relatives and friends, or the staff on the ship, and they will know that they got on the ship by themselves. As for amnesia..."

Another said: "There are so many things that can cause amnesia - a bump on the head or drugs. How could a stupid Muggle possibly think it was magic?"

Everyone laughed, and their laughter was full of contempt for the other group.

They returned upstairs, chatting and laughing, ready to continue enjoying their trip.

Vader, who was hiding behind the pipe in the transformed peregrine falcon, poked his head out and shook his head helplessly as he watched the group of people leave without any burden.

No wonder someone like Fudge could hold on to the position of Minister of Magic. If the fact that Voldemort was resurrected had not been made public in the plot, he could even have slandered Dumbledore as an old lunatic and kicked him out of Hogwarts, and most of the Ministry of Magic staff would not have openly opposed him.

Because for many people, Fudge also represents their interests - they don't have to be too serious, nor do they have to be too responsible. It doesn't matter if they make mistakes, and they can still slack off at work...

The ability and style of those in power affect everyone under him.

After leaving the parking lot and dealing with the bomb installed on the ship, Vader returned here and stood above the pipe, patiently waiting for the people below to wake up.

Not long after, someone woke up.

He found himself in an unfamiliar car. He fumbled for his weapon in panic, looked around for a while, and after making sure it was safe, he carefully opened the door and sneaked out.

After a while, the man ran out of the parking lot, using other vehicles to hide his figure the whole time.

The people behind also woke up one after another, and their actions were almost a copy of the first person's.

Because the Ministry of Magic stuffed them all into different cars, the people who woke up seemed to think that they were ambushed, but they did not expect that there were multiple "companions" in the parking lot.

Some people are more careful and will collect information inside the car first, but it only takes a minute or two before they quickly leave this place that makes them feel uneasy.

The white-haired old man was old and was the last one to wake up.

To be precise, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

After the person who had left the parking lot earlier had a general understanding of his situation, he called the white-haired old man and reported his experience to him, and was surprised to find that the other party was in the same situation as himself.

"Wait, don't talk on the phone."

The white-haired old man sat in the car, looking around vigilantly, and then whispered: "Gather the others, and we will discuss it in the safe house."

He hung up the phone and left in a hurry.

Wade followed quietly and found that their so-called safe house was a room on the seventh floor.

This is the bedroom of the white-haired old man, and there is also a small living room. Six or seven people are staying inside, which seems very crowded.

"… This is the situation. Carter, Julie, Thom, and I have all lost our memories of the last three days. Sitaia has lost her memory of five days. Tell us what you think."

The white-haired old man said as calmly as possible.

Everyone spoke up one after another -

"magic."

"The Oblivion Charm."

"I've heard of that... the spell is Obliviate!"

"But the news we received is that a few werewolves kidnapped a group of alchemists, right? Most werewolves shouldn't be able to use this kind of spell."

"That's generally true, but we can't deny that there are exceptions."

"But I think...it's very likely that someone else was involved - like the British Aurors who came to rescue the alchemist."

"The Oblivion Charm is indeed the Ministry of Magic's favorite spell."

"In this case, the werewolves should have been defeated."

"Can we still contact the person who sold us the information before?"

"Compared to this, I want to ask - is it really safe for us to discuss this here? Is there a wizard hiding nearby right now, but we have no way of finding him?"

The room suddenly became quiet for a while. No one spoke for a while. Suspicious eyes couldn't help but look to every corner of the room.

"Don't worry."

The white-haired old man was the only one who didn't look around. He said calmly:

"I thought about it on the way here. The Ministry of Magic generally looks down on Muggles and won't be malicious towards us - if they wanted to know something or do something, they would have done it while we were unconscious just now."

"So panicking now won't help. Carter, continue to contact the bounty hunter to see if the werewolf is still there. Julie, find a way to get the surveillance on the ship..."

He assigned the tasks one by one and let his subordinates get busy. Then he rubbed his forehead and leaned back.

After a long silence, the white-haired old man suddenly said, "Mr. Wizard, do you have any other instructions? Or...what do you want from us?"

The room was silent.

After a long while, the white-haired old man rubbed his brows and muttered to himself: "No one? It seems that I think too much..."

He struggled to get up from the sofa and walked tiredly towards the bathroom.

It was not until the sound of water was heard from inside that Wade used the shrinking spell to shrink the friend's locating book into a small piece and sandwiched it in the gap of the suitcase. Then he opened the door and left the room quietly.

He used the same method to locate another group of Muggles who were looking for a wizard who wanted a cure for cancer.

Wade could understand their pursuit of magic, but he would never lie on a lab table to be studied, nor would he tolerate others being treated like that.

[Wade: Miss Skeeter, please help me keep an eye on someone. ]

[Rita: No problem! This ship is much more interesting than I expected! I have a feeling that I will get big news from here that will shock the world!]

[Vade: Be careful, the transformed beetle is not omnipotent! Don't let anyone catch you.]

[Rita: I know, don't worry... My God, you can't imagine what I saw, that Umbridge guy...]

Skeeter was so excited that he wrote with great enthusiasm and soon forgot that he was messaging Wade.

Watching the unfinished words linger on the parchment for a long time and then gradually disappear, Wade smiled and put away the Book of Friends.

A journalist's pen is a murderous knife.

He and Skeeter currently have a relationship that is somewhat threatening but also somewhat cooperative. They can't be called friends, or even allies.

Naturally, this level of cooperation is not reliable at all.

If Skeeter went to the Ministry of Magic to register as an Animagus one day, it would mean that she would definitely write something unfavorable to Vader.

How can I make this knife stand on my side?

As Wade thought about this, he felt a little tired.

Initially, he just wanted to accompany Professor Murray to a private exhibition... Then he thought about eliminating the threat to his family and friends...

However, the situation we are facing is becoming more and more complicated, and it seems to be deviating a lot from the previous purpose.

but……

Since there was no way to find the leader of the werewolves immediately, the problem he had previously worried about, that some people valued human life too much, no longer existed.

Perhaps now is the time to ask them for help.

……

It was not until the next morning when the freckled driver and the mustache man changed shifts that they discovered that their companions were missing.

The truck was completely empty, without even a hair on it, and it was obvious that someone had cleaned it carefully.

Besides them, who else could know the secrets of this ship?

"Damn it!" said the mustache man angrily, "Dar abandoned us, so he must be keeping the money for himself?"

The freckled driver was at a loss: "...What money?"

The man with a mustache then realized that he had accidentally let the cat out of the bag. His face turned dark, and he knocked the driver out with a bang, then made the call himself.

"It's me, Garro." The man with the mustache lowered his voice, "The situation is not good... Dale and Donovan emptied the entire truck while we were taking a break from our shift change! They must be wizard spies!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before he spoke: "Where's Lars?"