The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Rufus Scrimgeour is the worst Minister of Magic in the history of England. Such a big thing happened, and he dared to make us reporters wait here for him for a whole day!"

"Save your efforts, President of the International Federation of Wizards. He hasn't come out since he entered in the morning. Maybe they are still discussing countermeasures."

"The Dark Lord has gone abroad to discuss countermeasures and will not discuss them at the Ministry of Magic. Let me tell you, the things here may not be that simple."

"Look, who is that old man? It's Albus Dumbledore! Ah! Don't push me, I discovered it first! My magic camera!~"

The reporters who were gathered around the lobby of the Ministry of Magic one second turned around and rushed towards the rows of fireplaces at the entrance.

When they arrived, Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen. It took a while for anyone to realize that he must have used the Disillusionment Curse.

When they tried to return to the lobby, the crowd behind them had blocked the passage. In the end, they could only watch helplessly as he showed up at the security checkpoint and entered the elevator surrounded by Aurors.

The door to the minister's office was pushed open, and Akinbad saw Dumbledore coming in. He was about to get up, but before he could leave the chair, Scrimgeour jumped up and took three steps at a time. Step and leave quickly.

Dumbledore looked sideways at the door, then looked at Akinbad, "What's going on?"

"Ignore that idiot, Albus, Wagadu is gone! That man is crazy!" Akinbad gripped Dumbledore's hand tightly, his eyes filled with grief and resentment.

"Babajid, I'm sorry that I just came here now," Dumbledore comforted him with a sad look on his face, "Wagadu will not just disappear. Believe me, as long as Voldemort is defeated, we will have a chance to rebuild it."

"Yes, yes! The top priority now is to get rid of that person. You should not have left the International Confederation of Wizards in the first place, but they all voted against it!" Babajide said angrily. If Scrimgeour had not taken the lead, Dumbledore If Lido was removed from the position of president, perhaps Wagadu would not have suffered such a disaster.

"No, those are no longer important." Dumbledore shook his head. Although he lost the right to speak when he left the center of power, it was not a bad thing.

Voldemort's current goal is very clear, that is the Elder Wand in his hand.If he guessed correctly, part of the purpose of destroying Wagadu this time was to force himself to show up.

"But Albus, no one in the wizarding world can fight against that person now, only you." Babajid hopes that he can once again take up the position of president of the International Federation of Wizards. In this critical moment, everyone is in danger. There will be no objection.

"I am old and always forget some things, so that position is no longer suitable for me," Dumbledore declined politely. Seeing the unconcealed loss and anxiety in the other person's eyes, he continued to say to him, "Babajid , what you have to do now is to gather the wizards who escaped from Wagadu as soon as possible, and then unite with the Ministry of Magic of other countries to resist the Death Eaters. If you have any difficulties, you can contact me with an owl at any time."

"But, we need you," Babajid begged, trying to convince him to stay.Dumbledore is not only the most powerful wizard of our time, but also a spiritual symbol.

Dumbledore said nothing more, just handed him a piece of paper with his address on it, and then turned and left.

Wagadu is Voldemort's first target, but he will definitely not be the last.With the current scale of the Order of the Phoenix, it is basically impossible to win against the Death Eaters.

Even with foreign aid, victory in exchange for a large number of casualties is meaningless.A fragmented wizarding world was not the outcome he wanted.

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Spider End Alley, the basement of Snape's mansion, is filled with pieces of weathered stone slabs. Each stone slab is engraved with some strange gestures. Death Eaters are walking through these stone slabs, recording their findings from time to time. .

"Yaxley, are all the slates here?" Voldemort glanced around and asked a Death Eater with a golden braid next to him.

"Master, the slates about Wagadu's spellcasting skills are all here. In addition, we searched the library there and found no records related to the Deathly Hallows." Yaxley bowed and said.

"If you don't find it, keep looking! The Elder Wand is in Dumbledore's hand. I'm sure of this, but I want to know the secret of the Deathly Hallows!" Voldemort put his hand on his head, stroking his cared for hair. Meticulous braids, "If you get them, you can conquer death, what a seductive secret."

After she finished speaking, she took out a crystal test tube filled with golden liquid from her chest and looked at it with fascination for a while under the dim light.

Then he opened it and drank it all in one gulp. The familiar pleasure went straight to his brain. His body couldn't help but lean back, his eyes rolled up at the same time, and a strange gurgling sound came from his throat.

She kept doing this for a long time, then suddenly shuddered, tilted her head and said lazily, "After sorting them out, destroy them all."

"As you command, my master!" Yaxley responded respectfully. He didn't dare to raise his head until Voldemort left the basement.

As long as his master thinks of that weird golden potion, he will drink it anytime, anywhere, regardless of the cost.

It's unimaginable what extreme things she would do without potions. Fortunately, Potions Master Snape brings a lot of them every day.

He is not a fool, it should be said that all Death Eaters are not fools.Anyone can see the side effects of this medicine, which are shocking.

But the improvement in magic power it brings is obvious to everyone.

As long as their master is strong enough, their interests will rise. As for the consequences?As Death Eaters, who would care?

"Severus, my most loyal servant." Voldemort returned to the living room, and Snape was already there, holding a delicate wooden box in his hand.

"Master, this is for tomorrow." Snape put the wooden box on the table and opened it. The upper and lower layers were filled with golden test tubes.

"I want more!" Voldemort pushed Snape to the ground, then lay on top of him, staring at him with chaotic and crazy eyes, "It's not enough. The increase in magic power brought by this potion is far from enough." Not enough! I want a more powerful potion!"

"As you wish, my master." Snape said expressionlessly, feeling extremely relaxed at the moment.

He understood that his plan had finally entered the final stage.That was his last chance and his final redemption.