A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"No..." Fletcher loudly denied, "You! You can't look at me with colored glasses. Can't I become a good person?"

"Ha~ Good guy?" Everyone in the room except Fletcher laughed in unison.

"Then explain the blank period in the records after you joined the Order of the Phoenix." Auror pressed.

Fletch was speechless, unable to explain this period of time. At that time, the magical world was in turmoil. After joining the Order of the Phoenix, he had been helping Dumbledore to gather information.

Although when asking for information, I took away one or two gadgets. But everyone is worried, so who cares about these things.

"Now that you've stopped, how do you explain these?" He said and took the magic photo in front of Fletcher's eyes, which was evidence that Fletcher sold stolen goods to Rogge.

"According to Mr. Rogge's report, these books were delivered to the manor last Christmas. He also specially arranged alarms and anti-theft charms. You can't say that they ran from the bookshelf to your feet, waiting for you to pick them up, right?"

Fletcher wanted to say that it was not impossible, and the anti-theft spell in Travis Manor was so simple that it could be broken with just a touch.

"I... someone else gave it to me." Fletcher continued to quibble, and everyone could see his guilty conscience.

"Fletch, are you sure?" The Auror leaned back in his chair, indicating that he could continue to quibble.

Fletcher fell silent, knowing that this casual question was a huge trap.

The other party must have conclusive evidence to prove that those books were stolen by him. Once their lies are exposed, the Aurors will falsify all their confessions.

They would have reason to implicate Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

"Can you give me a glass of water?" Fletcher smiled bitterly, took the ice water and drank it in one gulp, and said dejectedly: "I admit that I stole those books."

"Wouldn't it be better to confess earlier?" Auror nodded with satisfaction and asked him to continue explaining: "What else, what about other things?"

"Others? Let me think about it..." Fletcher was very cooperative and explained the various things he had stolen over the years.

A diamond necklace, a bottle of yew perfume, a spell manuscript...

The quill frantically recorded on the paper, and the confessions accumulated quickly. The interrogating Auror nodded, very satisfied with Fletcher's attitude. But Delis asked him to stop first: "Fletch, don't play tricks with us."

"Master Delis, what did you say? I don't understand?" Fletcher frowned and forced to remain calm.

"I don't understand? What were you doing during this period from 1974 to 1981? Were you ordered to steal by Dumbledore? How many benefits did the Order of the Phoenix give you in return?"

"In order to fight against the mysterious man, I naturally gave up my career and hobbies." Fletcher expressed impassionedly. "The mysterious man is the enemy of all our wizards. Even as a low-level thief, I still have the courage to resist him."

"Feed him the Veritaserum!" Delis pounded the table, impatient to listen to his quibbles. You'll know if it's true or not after drinking it.

Three drops of Veritaserum, and even the Dark Lord will answer his questions. The Ministry of Magic has strict regulations regarding the use of this powerful potion. It is not allowed to be used by prisoners unless necessary.

The current prisoner is Fletcher, a despicable dark wizard who has committed countless crimes. It is perfect to feed him Veritaserum!

After drinking the Veritaserum, Fletcher's body began to tremble slightly, and his eyes became dull and empty. If you ask anything, he will answer without reservation.

Under the guidance of Delis, the two Aurors re-interrogated Fletcher. This guy started by stealing candies, gradually stealing more and more, and step by step he reached the point of no return.

Whatever he didn't have and wanted, he would sneak it into his pocket.

The tip of his quill was burning as he wrote rapidly, and a mountain of confessional materials piled up next to him. Rogge couldn't help but sigh, dumbfounded by Fletcher's dedication and concentration: "It's hard work to steal so many things."

"We know that he is a habitual thief and a famous thief in the underground world. No one expected that he would reach this level. Fortunately, he was caught, otherwise we don't know how much damage he would have caused to the magic world." Delis nodded, still feeling in his heart Have doubts.

"Fletch, you didn't even let go of a 3-year-old Muggle child's marshmallows. You stole like this day and night, where did all the stuff you stole go?"

"All sold."

"Where's the selling price?" Delis asked, but Fletcher started shaking violently.

"Here, give..." Fleck just said a few words and died silently on the interrogation chair.

"Fletch! Fletcher!" Delis quickly checked the surrounding area with his wand, suspecting that someone was plotting, but found nothing.

"Maybe it's some kind of magic spell." Rogge looked at the corpse solemnly, wondering what kind of secret needed to be protected with life.

"If it's a curse, the only possibility is an unbreakable oath." Delis clutched the veritaserum with an ugly look on his face.

Veritaserum is not a panacea, and in the face of the Unbreakable Vow, it can only harvest a corpse, not the truth.

"You dispose of the body, then go to the office to issue a death certificate and treat it as suicide due to fear of crime." Delis ordered.

"That's inappropriate." Rogge shook his head and pointed at the criminal evidence around him, feeling that there was no need to take the blame.

"Delix, we didn't do anything wrong. If there is any problem, it would be inappropriate for me to sit here and listen..."

"Roger, Fletcher was a member of the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Listen to me." Rogge waved his hand to tell him not to worry. He had a better way to handle it.

"Since he died accidentally during a normal interrogation, we don't need to take responsibility. Don't tamper with Fletcher's body. If the Wizengamot investigates, it won't be clear by then."

"You ask the Auror Office to issue a crime report on Fletcher and go to Anderson with these confessions."

"Anderson? Can the Financial Secretary help?" Delis didn't understand the purpose of doing this.

"Of course. Let him estimate the value based on the stolen goods, try to estimate it as high as possible, and then report it to Fudge."

"Minister? Him?" Delis lowered his body and whispered: "He hates taking responsibility the most."

"That's why, leave it to him." Rogge nodded firmly. "The reason why he hates responsibility is because he is worried about making mistakes. After all, if you do more, you will make more mistakes, if you do less, you will make more mistakes, and if you don't do less, it will be better. Our minister is always worried about his butt. The chair is for fear that it will be taken away one day."

"Since he has been worried, give him reasons and evidence for being worried."

Delis nodded, it was indeed a sound approach: "I understand, I will tell Fletcher to provide huge amounts of stolen money to the mysterious organization..."

"No, no, no, we cannot provide any conclusions. We are only responsible for providing conclusive evidence. As for how the minister puts them together, that is his business."

Rogge's idea is very simple. Instead of looking for reasons to cover up Fletcher's death, it is better to expose it openly.

Obtain clues to the mysterious organization through the death of a rogue wizard. No matter how you look at it, it is quite worthwhile. As for who the mysterious organization is and who their leader is, I need my dear minister to guess.

As for Delis and Anderson, they are all loyal subordinates of the Minister. They work conscientiously and report information effectively. What can be wrong?

Not only would Fudge not hold Fletch responsible for his death, but he would also reward everyone heavily for no reason.

"You are right, we are just humble Aurors, everything needs to be decided by the minister." Delis understood Rogge's plan and decided to do as he said.

Although Delis himself was praised by Fudge, he despised the mediocre minister in his heart and had always believed that he was not worthy of the position of minister.

Now I feel that such a leader is really good. He is always suspicious, biased, and smart. Who can not support him?

"I will definitely handle it properly. Even if the chief magician comes to investigate in person, everything is in compliance with the regulations." Delis signaled his men to keep Fletcher's body, but he looked forward to investigating it quickly. It would be really fun if we really dig out some serious information.

"But you have to be careful. This matter involves the Order of the Phoenix after all. If Fudge finally holds you responsible, you can go to Rita." Rogge reminded Delis, "Use the influence of the Daily Prophet, such as accidentally letting her read to a certain document.”

After hearing this, Delis suddenly understood and felt extremely grateful. He finally understood why Anderson had recommended him so many times. Be calm, smart, have an overall view, and play with the strings reasonably within the rules.

"Roger, are you interested in visiting your uncle Buck? I can give you a special pass to Azkaban."