Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

She was signing for Mundungus to get some medicine, one of which was a precious antidote that required several procedures to be removed.

It must be said that although Mundungus was a smoker and an alcoholic, his physical condition was surprisingly good. Although his injuries looked serious, he was actually not in danger of death.

This made the therapists involved in the treatment feel relieved, especially Amanda, the attending physician.

When the attack happened, she was happily telling a joke to Euphemia beside her, and then she felt the heat of the badge.

She turned her head sharply and saw a pair of unprepossessing wizards and witches behind her drawing their wands.

It was getting off work, and patients and therapists were walking out the door in twos and threes, using the Floo Network or Apparation, each preparing to go home early.

Amidst the talking and laughing crowd, two seemingly inconspicuous people suddenly revealed bloodthirsty grins.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Protect them all!"

High-pitched and low shouts rang out at the same time, and the next moment, blazing flames completely enveloped the originally busy and orderly St. Mungo's Hall, with smoke rising everywhere and the place in a mess.

In crowded places, the lethality of magic such as Thunder Explosion is even more terrifying than any spell.

Standing in the light curtain of the protective spell, watching the violent tremors caused by the fireball, the attackers clapped their hands in tacit understanding, waiting for the cries, wails and running sounds that excited them the most.

Such a godsend opportunity to commit a crime is something that the couple, who have struggled for decades but still have not been able to make a name for themselves in Southeast Asia, could only dream of in their lifetime.

They are already imagining the miserable conditions here, and how their net worth and number of commissions will skyrocket after they become famous.

But strangely, the expected sound did not appear. Instead, dazzling white light dispersed the smoke and dust.

A huge sense of crisis loomed in their hearts, dispelling their joy and fantasies.

Through the gradually dissipating smoke, they saw a pair of beautiful but cold brown eyes and recognized its owner.

"Euphemia Fox!"

Amid the witch's exclamations, Euphemia's figure came closer and closer, and beside her was Amanda, who was angry but not panicked.

At the same time, a series of hazy figures appeared.

They were the security guards carefully selected by Iaie and Victor. They were always on guard and immediately cast a protective spell that was far more powerful than the two attackers, protecting everyone.

When the smoke cleared, the two were shocked to find that, except for a few unlucky guys who were close to the scene and had their arms scratched, the rest were unharmed and it was just a false alarm.

The pure white light curtain enveloped them, but what really frightened people was the thick and tall purple tree.

The towering shadow of the World Tree connects everyone who is frightened, confused or angry.

The holy and powerful magic power impacted their decades of knowledge about magic, and also made this couple of thieves who would do anything for money feel unprecedented terror.

This is completely different from what the intelligence said!

"Damn it...Run! Avada Kedavra!"

Realizing that he had been deceived, the wizard grabbed his wife beside him, attacked Amanda and Euphemia, then turned around and ran away.

The witch did not hesitate and cast a powerful fire spell indiscriminately at the surroundings, especially the weak patients.

The raging fire ignited the fear in everyone's hearts, even though it was extinguished just as it started.

In an instant, the terrified crowd was in chaos.

With the help of the cover of people and horses falling down, the couple, who had already planned an escape route, rushed into a nearby secluded street.

Then he stopped.

It’s not that I don’t know there are pursuers behind me, but that I have no way to escape.

At the alley not far to the left, Dumbledore had raised the Elder Wand, and the faint red light conveyed a breath of destruction.

At the exit on the right, a little further away, Lin En was walking slowly and leisurely, his fierce momentum showing no sign of weakening at all.

Sometimes, just a few steps can seem wider than the gap between life and death, like an insurmountable chasm.

The rune symbol rises from the soles of the feet and wraps around the whole body.

The crimson light quickly enlarged before my eyes.

Lynn's binding rune combined with Dumbledore's mysterious spell, two truly top wizards joined forces to attack, even Voldemort in his prime would have to suffer a lot.

Perhaps, this was the most glorious moment in the life of this powerful but unknown gangster couple.

But it was too late for them to experience this glory.

In the last moments before he lost consciousness, the wizard, trying his best to protect his wife, uttered desperate curses in his hometown slang.

He wanted to tear to pieces the information dealer and the client who had sworn to him that the hospital's security was lax.

But he obviously didn't have this opportunity.

The darkness came like a tide, plunging them into chaos.

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The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is as efficient as ever.

Within five minutes of the incident, Amelia, who had received the alarm, personally led a large team of strikers and Aurors to the scene and quickly restored order and stability inside and outside the hospital.

The attack site was cordoned off, the injured were treated on the spot, eyewitnesses took notes, and the rest were evacuated home. Although she had seen many big scenes and this was her first time encountering this, she still handled it in an orderly manner.

Fudge arrived only after confirming that the situation had stabilized, and he didn't even get to see the two gangsters who launched the attack - they had already been escorted back to the Ministry of Magic by heavy troops and directly detained in a temporary prison in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The "enthusiastic people" who bravely took action when the incident happened had already left early, leaving him with only a few wounded people and the cameras of reporters who were finally allowed to get close to the scene.

The one rushing to the front was Rita Skeeter. Just by looking at her expression, Fudge could guess what kind of trivial things she would write in the report.

The Minister was very depressed, but there was nothing he could do.

Just when he was embarrassed by the reporters' questioning, the interrogation of the attacker had already yielded results.

Except for a very small number of wizards, no matter how determined most people are, a set of interrogations conducted by Moody himself is enough to make them confess everything.

Not to mention Legilimency and Veritaserum.

There are very few wizards who are proficient in such advanced magic as Occlumency. They are either experts like Snape, or people like Sirius Black who are able to do it by chance and with external stimulation.

No matter which one it is, this couple who traveled across the ocean from Southeast Asia are undoubtedly not considered as duo evil, although their magic level is indeed extraordinary, especially the initial thunderbolt explosion and the two major spells of universal protection, which are in no way inferior to Sirius.

And they have no meaning or motivation to hide it.

Out of anger at the intelligence dealer and mysterious client who had deceived them, the couple revealed everything they knew as soon as they were rudely awakened.

They were just "strangers" hired for a whopping 5,000 Galleons to carry out terrorist attacks. From beginning to end, they had only met the mysterious client once, through the introduction of intelligence dealers - and they could not see the other person's face.

In other words, they are just a pair of scapegoats being used as scapegoats - the only difference between them and the innocent people is that for the crimes they have committed over the years, the Dementor's Kiss can be considered forgiveness.

Based on the criminal investigation expert's caution, Moody wanted to interrogate him severely, but Dumbledore was unwilling to wait.

Following the remote address in his memory, he, with his great skills and courage, went straight to the place where he killed the person.

After a fierce but by no means tragic battle, the black market on the Iberian Peninsula became a thing of the past.

Except for those who escaped early, the entire black market was uprooted. There were dozens of dark wizards caught by him alone, which made the local Ministry of Magic achieve great political achievements.

But he did not find the unknown information dealer. When he arrived at the scene, the place was already deserted. There was even a note with a smiley face on it, nailed to a tattered wooden board with a dagger.

The knife was stained with blood. It was the same knife that had killed Mundungus, making the pierced smiling face seem even more ironic and humorous.

It was as if there was an invisible hand manipulating things behind the scenes. Although he failed to gain any advantage over Lynn who was well prepared, he made Dumbledore suffer a huge loss that he could not express in words.

This couldn't help but make him angry, but it also made him realize a point that he had previously overlooked.

Such high-profile demonstrations may sometimes be a reaction to a lack of confidence or a sense of greater danger.

Everything that happened before my eyes was too deliberate, as if it was deliberately to stimulate myself and show my omnipotent power.

But there is no one in this world who is omnipotent, nor is there a truly impeccable organization.

They will always have flaws.

Thinking of this, his anger gradually subsided, replaced by an unfathomable depth.

Chapter 375 Light and Dark

Having suffered such a great loss, even one of his most loyal subordinates was seriously injured and had to rest for a long time. Dumbledore must have suffered a huge blow, and one can imagine how bad his mood was.

Lin En was not happy either, even though his arrangement foiled the plan of this extremely arrogant organization.

He knew very well that the purpose of choosing these two scapegoats was not to cause real damage, but to test the waters during the demonstration and provocation, and if it worked, that would be great.

A life-saving sum of several thousand Galleons, plus the help of two unknown little-known figures, made him reveal some information.

Among the chaotic crowd at the scene, there must have been people arranged in advance by the other party. If they succeed, they can take advantage of the situation. If they fail, they can still gain something from observation.

Having a basis for advance and retreat is the biggest advantage of operating in secret.

This deal is not worth it.

The only thing that comforted him was that Euphemia remained calm the whole time. Apart from using the Purple Rune to ensure foolproofness in the first round of attack, she did not display any more magic and left the problem to Dumbledore.

But it still sounded a wake-up call for him.

In the past, the Stargazers were the ones hiding in the dark, but now there is an even more secretive Leviathan.

Today they were able to discover the Order of the Phoenix and use the Order's strategy to launch a sneak attack on St. Mungo's. Tomorrow they might be able to find clues about the Stargazer and make targeted deployments like Moody did.

We have to be on guard and find countermeasures.

The temporary small meeting room seemed crowded and the atmosphere was heavy. In the silence, everyone was deep in thought. The only sound that could be heard was Moody's interrogation coming from the next room from time to time.

Being suspicious by nature, he still suspected that the couple were lying.

He had to verify it in his own way until Dumbledore returned, fully intact, with the information.

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After learning about the black market information from Dumbledore, Mad-Eye's only remaining good eye began to move slightly.

He muttered to himself, glancing from time to time at the thick wall where the half-dead couple lay just opposite.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last stop of their sinful lives - there may be a trial, but the only result will be execution, there will be no Azkaban or Dementor's Kiss.

Amelia, who was sitting opposite Moody, could guarantee that she saw excitement in the eyes of her former colleague, which formed a particularly sharp contrast with the solemnity of others.

"Did you get anything new over there?" she asked.

"There's nothing new. It seems that these two guys are just cannon fodder." Moody shook his head. "You can let Jinsley or Johnson take them away. We have squeezed out everything that can be squeezed out."

Amelia did as she was told.

With just one look, Kingsley and Brian, who had been sitting low-key in the corner all along, personally escorted the two guys who had accidentally become the number one wanted criminals to the Ministry of Magic's real temporary prison, ten floors underground.

There were only Dumbledore, Lynn, Euphemia, Moody and herself left in the room. Even if they didn't know each other very well, they were in the same boat and didn't have much to hide.

After looking at everyone separately, the host Amelia spoke again: "I think the Minister will come here soon after he has dealt with the matter at St. Mungo's. Perhaps we should discuss a solution as soon as possible."

"Two to be exact, after all, he has to hand over something completely meaningless." Lynn said mischievously, "But this is your strong point, Amelia, so we won't interfere."

Moody laughed in support, and the gloom on Dumbledore's face eased a little - he also understood that if he really wanted to get real work done, it was not realistic to rely on a bureaucrat with limited abilities like Fudge.

"...Of course, Kingsley will take care of it." Amelia nodded helplessly, "But with all these things happening, I'm afraid it's hard for the Execution Department to really help you. I'm sorry."

"This is not your responsibility, Amelia," Dumbledore said gently. "The Ministry of Magic is too large, and so is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Keeping it strictly confidential is an impossible task. In the final analysis, it is because we underestimated this organization that suddenly emerged. We will not do that again in the future."

"It is an unrealistic fantasy to expect a large-scale operation to remain secret." Moody looked at Dumbledore sternly. "You didn't use such a naive strategy when you investigated Grindelwald. You know it won't work."

The respected old principal could only smile bitterly at his reproach.

Looking at the entire wizarding world, there are only a few people who dare to do what he does, but no one can question his words.

After all, when it comes to dueling and killing, he can't catch up with Dumbledore, and is even far inferior to Lynn. But when it comes to tracking down clues and catching murderers, not only in the UK, but in the entire wizarding world, there may not be anyone more professional than this old Auror who has been immersed in it for decades.

Every profession has its own expertise. When it comes to fighting crime, especially tracking down secret underground organizations, the old but still strong Mad-Eye is the authority among authorities.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Alastor, tell me what you think."

"It's simple. We learned from the lessons we learned from dealing with Voldemort and Grindelwald." Moody said without hesitation, "The reason why we are passive is that we can't find any trace of our opponents, while they seem to know everything about us. There is only one reason for this phenomenon. We have a leak inside, but we haven't found the other side's."

"That's why you decided to do it yourself, narrow down your targets, and only choose people who are absolutely reliable," said Lynn.

"That's right. Not only must it be reliable, but each person must only be responsible for a part of the work. This is to ensure that there will be no passive leakage of intelligence." Moody looked at him approvingly. "Your people are very professional in this regard."

“Ahem!” Lin En coughed twice, a little embarrassed. “They are not my people. They are just friends entrusted by me.”

"Well, whatever you say..." Moody shrugged indifferently and turned his gaze to Amelia and Dumbledore. "We are in the open now, so this won't do any good. We can only do it if we hide in the dark again. And to do this, we need someone to cover for us - you know what I mean."