The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

A bloody killing began in October and lasted until the end of October.

Next, the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth happened one after another.

The deceased lost their spleen, liver and kidneys respectively.

Compared with the other times, the place where the body was dumped in the sixth case was very secretive and not as blatant as before.

What does the murderer seem to be experimenting with?

But not before the Scotland Yard police could figure it out.

The seventh, the eighth, the ninth, the tenth.

London in October seemed to be in hell.The smell of blood was everywhere.

The Scotland Yard policemen were working like crazy. After half a month of work, they almost searched the whole of London, but there was no clue at all.

Is the murderer really a devil as rumored?

Without a trace, on a moonless night, only piles of disgusting meat residue were left after a cruel feast.

It's November.

Starting this month.

The murderer seemed to have stopped committing murders, and there were no more sightings of murders.

Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was only the Scotland Yard police officers whose tense nerves became increasingly sensitive.The atmosphere in the hall has dropped to freezing point.

Although they did not receive any reports of murder.

But from November there will be around 90 branches across London.Including the municipal police station, one after another received missing reports about various people.

The number is increasing day by day.

The crisis has not weakened at all, but has become more serious, so depressing that it makes people breathless!

...

Number [-] Downing Street, Prime Minister's Office.

Mr. Harker had a cold face and was patient as he listened to the funny-dressed middle-aged woman in front of him, who carefully explained the current situation.

"In short, that's it. The attack in London was committed by a group of wizards from other countries. The British Ministry of Magic has sent Aurors to search for and eliminate the murderers. You are responsible for cooperating with us."

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the quiet office.

That was the sound of Mr. Harker smashing the table.

To be able to push this famous good old man to this point.I have to say that this incident was too big.

The House of Commons has held several emergency meetings in a row, and the opposition parties have joined forces with backbenchers to prepare for a vote of no confidence in him.

Once the vote is passed, he will have no shame in sitting in this position again.

"21 British citizens, 21!!!"

"I don't care whether your so-called Minister Fudge is stupid or he doesn't care at all about the British people."

"I'm warning you, all of you. Do your best to track down the real culprit immediately, and give me, the Queen, and the British people an explanation as soon as possible."

Mr. Harker's angry roar echoed throughout the office.

Even Sir Humphrey, who had always been a stumbling block for the Prime Minister, was frightened by this scene.

He wriggled his lips and pretended to adjust his tie to hide his panic.

"enough!"

A woman wearing a fluffy pink cardigan with a broad face and loose skin suddenly let out a girlish roar.

Then she raised her head, stared at Mr. Harker and said with a smile: "You should respect the Ministry of Magic and Minister Fudge."

"Humph!"

This annoying woman kept teasing the nerves of everyone present.

Mr. Harker sneered and said: "Respect is earned by oneself. With the incompetence shown by the Ministry of Magic, it is difficult to win my respect."

"To shut up!"

Umbridge's voice was high-pitched, and her flabby face turned red with her violent mood changes.

She pulled out her wand, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and shouted in her trademark sharp voice: "Don't provoke the Ministry of Magic again and again, and don't provoke me."

"You lowly Muggle, I..."

Before she finished speaking, the door to the Prime Minister's Office was kicked open.

Bond's husband burst in with a team of elite agents, pistol raised.

"Ma'am, lower your wand."

"How dare you..." Umbridge was interrupted again, but this time it was a 9mm bullet.

The blast of gunpowder echoed throughout the prime minister's office.

The bullet struck her wrist instantly.

Accompanied by Umbridge's screams, there were also the footsteps of several agents behind Bond.

They rushed forward quickly, took out the special gag from their waists, and roughly stuffed it into her mouth.

After that, special eye masks and earplugs were used to once again deprive her of her vision and hearing.

One of the agents skillfully took out an injection needle, and several others worked together to control her body, and then injected the sedative into her arm.

The cooperation of several people was quick and sophisticated, and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had dared to do something like this.

But this was the first time that a wizard had been captured.

All this is only in the blink of an eye.

As the commander, Mr. Bond's face was still cold, but everyone could see that there was uncontrollable joy hidden under that coldness.

The combat department has conducted numerous theoretical exercises on head-on conflicts with wizards.But this is nothing compared to an actual battle.

This time, it was proved that wizards are not invincible. Their bodies are not indestructible in the face of modern firepower, and as long as they lose their wands, most wizards are almost indistinguishable from ordinary people.

This point was explained in detail in the intelligence sent by Anthony to Mr. Prime Minister.

"The containment operation was a success!" Mr. Bond commanded the men to capture Umbridge alive.

They placed the person on a prepared stretcher, with their limbs securely fastened.

Lifted out.

What will greet her will be the secret prison located in MI[-].

Just beneath the headquarters building, there was no light, no sound, nothing but air.

Absolute solitude, absolute safety.

Incarcerated prisoners may even lose the sense of time throughout the day.

"Sir, if you do this, I have to remind you that it is very dangerous." Mr. Humphrey on the side couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at Mr. Bond and his elite agents leaving, turned sideways and faced The Prime Minister said with a threatening tone.

"Oh! Forget it! Humphrey, do I still need to make a detailed action report, submit it to the cabinet for review, and finally send it to the House of Commons for approval?"

"The leader of the people needs to make quick, unquestionable and decisive judgments in times of crisis." Mr. Harker waved his hand, blocking in advance the set of clichés Humphrey was about to say.

"You are right, I agree very much, but what next? Have you ever considered the so-called Ministry of Magic's revenge?"

"Retaliation?" Mr. Harker stared and was a little stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and pretended to be calm and said, "Will you?"

"Ha ha!"

Sir Humphrey smiled slightly, said nothing, picked up the pile of documents in his hand, stood up and left.