This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Little Whinging looks like usual, but in fact there are people from the Auror Office and the Magical Law Enforcement Team everywhere.

Especially Privet Drive.

They all carry black magic detectors, looking for the strongest vibrations from the outside to the inside.

Scrimgeour in House No. 7 becomes more anxious every time he receives new news.

Because no matter how large or small the range is, all detectors are pointing to the same place.

That's the Dursleys on number 4.

There are two possibilities:

One is that he has already left,

Second, it is still lurking.

But no matter which one it is, they cannot act rashly.

"Quite cunning, Blake..."

Scrimgeour muttered to himself.

In his eyes, this prison escape maniac must have a very detailed plan.

If you were discovered hiding outside, you could escape immediately. If you were discovered hiding inside, you could take Harry as a hostage at any time.

No matter which possibility it is, the Ministry of Magic can only shrink its hands.

It's already 10 o'clock in the evening, does it have to last until dawn?

Squatting for one day, two days or three days?

Once your patience is exhausted, it may be time to take action.

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The Dursleys,

It's time for the Waynes and Weiss to leave.

Sirius might take the opportunity to take action, but nothing happened until they reached the opposite side of the road.

The dark arts detector in Arthur's pocket was still vibrating wildly.

He got it.

Disruption magic can be cast anywhere, so they were fooled from the start.

Watching the Wayne family's Bugatti sedan drive away, he lowered the wand he originally wanted to use to reveal his entourage.

"Let's use Floo powder to go back. There are many fireplaces nearby that have joined the Floo network."

Fred and George ran to the front with their lips pouted.

Although the process of Apparition is uncomfortable, experiencing it a few times will be very helpful for learning to Apparition in the future.

There is a park near Privet Drive that has a fireplace with a Muggle-repelling charm.

Arthur watched his children sprinkle two Sickles of Floo powder one by one, and then said "The Burrow" before disappearing into the fireplace. He couldn't help but put his hands into his pockets and clutched the detector tightly.

When Ron got home, the crazy shaking stopped.

He nodded towards Molly with horrified eyes, then watched quietly as Ginny walked into the fireplace.

The looking glass was given to Harry by Ron, but their family had been in Egypt before, and Sirius could not know or do anything about it.

Unless they knew it in advance and followed their family after escaping from prison.

When Ginny came home, the smile on Molly's face disappeared instantly.

"The problem is with us?"

"It's Ron. It should have been interfered with by Sirius Black."

Arthur looked particularly angry, "How dare he...how dare he treat our children like this..."

Molly stepped forward and hugged him, "The Sirius Black we knew is long dead.

He can betray even his best friend, and there is nothing he can't do.

"Quack——" Arthur pinched the detector to create cracks,

"I'll leave the children to you. I have to figure out why he knew our family was traveling in Egypt first."

The reason is very simple.

Because Sirius asked Fudge for a copy of the Daily Prophet before escaping from prison.

The news headline that day happened to be that Weiss and his family traveled to Egypt after winning a lottery.

Scrimgeour could understand Arthur's feelings as a father, and he was also one of the insiders. He had no right to continue to hide it.

"Quirrell's soul is incomplete, and he is always talking to himself stupidly."

"Harry is friends with my youngest son." Arthur frowned.

"Blake must have heard something, so he saw the newspaper about our family's trip to Egypt and planned to escape from prison."

Scrimgeour nodded in agreement with this guess, "He must have been following you before, and then he found out about Harry's birthday party and the gift your son prepared.

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He even predicted that Wayne would find out that there was nothing wrong with the looking glass, and then used this to make us passive. "

The two of them could imagine Sirius's proud face as he watched the Ministry of Magic being treated like a monkey from afar.

The last time that brought this feeling of frustration and irritation was the "force of justice" that really captured the witch scum more than two months ago.

After the first and second time, will there be a third time?

After returning to the Ministry of Magic to report the situation, Scrimgeour waited patiently.

Fudge looked calm on the surface, but in fact, there was a storm in his heart.

Umbridge on the side seemed to faintly hear thunder.

Again and again,

One beat is louder than the other.

When she had symptoms of tinnitus and dizziness, Fudge suddenly burst out laughing.

Even though he burst into tears from laughing, Scrimgeour, who was sitting opposite, still felt uneasy.

"Good! Very good! Very good!" Fudge stopped laughing, the muscles on his face were shaking slightly,

"Since Blake wants to provoke us, let's see who can have the last laugh!"

Umbridge said cautiously: "Minister, are we going to pretend we don't know anything and then carry out the manhunt in secret?"

"Of course not."

Scrimgeour nodded understandingly, "Black is provoking the Ministry of Magic, and we must not let him succeed."

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After the Wayne family returned to Bourne Forest, they didn't seem to be too worried.

With so many Aurors and members of the Magical Law Enforcement Team, Sirius would definitely not be able to escape if he dared to show up.

Accident?

The Ministry of Magic might as well fall, so as not to become an international joke again.

There are still some worries, but the most important thing now is tomorrow's election ceremony.

After such a big thing, the scene tomorrow will definitely be very quiet.

It is very consistent with their original intention of keeping a low profile as much as possible. After all, it is very tiring to wear masks all the time.

Not long after dawn, the Wayne family, who were dressed up carefully, drove to London.

The car stopped next to the Houses of Parliament, and then walked through the alley to see an abandoned red telephone booth.

Vincent put in the coin and then dialed the number of "".

"Welcome to you, the Wayne family..."

A gentle female voice seemed to sound from the air.

Four badges popped out of the coin slot.

The Ministry of Magic is quite considerate, knowing that Gugu's surname is Wayne.

After the badge was pinned on the chest, the entire interior of the telephone booth began to slowly sink.

This was the first time that the Waynes came to the British Ministry of Magic.

However, they were people who had seen the world, and had been in and out of the American Magical Congress several times.

However, when they arrived at the main hall on the eighth floor underground, even Gugu became uneasy for a moment.

Didn't they say there would be few people?

Didn't they say they would keep a low profile?

Didn't they say they wouldn't have to wear masks?

The main hall, which was usually used for reception, had obviously been temporarily expanded, and the number of wizard guests from home and abroad was comparable to the opening ceremony of Hogwarts.

"Oh, our protagonist is here!" Fudge smiled and walked towards them leisurely.

The Waynes walked out of the elevator with a slightly stiff smile on their faces, feeling extremely depressed.

Unlike the busy days in the past, the main hall was bright and gorgeous now, and it was obviously the effect of a special decoration.

As for whether it was temporary, you would know it by looking at the celebration-like scene.

Arthur was of course here, as was Scrimgeour, and Aurors such as Tonks and Robards.

Did they catch Sirius?

Or is the Ministry of Magic going to give up?

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