This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Such a good atmosphere was destroyed, and a slap to the ground was considered a courtesy.

Hermione raised her wand in shame and anger, and summoned the Peacock Patronus, which was already half a person tall.

The two atmosphere destroyers were beaten back, and the Suanni Patronus saw this and slapped them again.

After slapping back and forth dozens of times, it finally calmed down.

Vincent was very tactful and did not mention what happened just now.

Hermione also tacitly stepped back a little.

"Where were we talking about?"

"We talked about Dumbledore and Grindelwald."

"There's nothing to talk about with these two old guys."

"Well, let's talk about something else."

Drink tea, chat, and eat some snacks.

The whole night passed quickly, and the relationship between the two became closer.

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Just a few hours ago, a big thing happened at the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley.

Their owls disappeared, not a single one was left.

The staff on duty thought his superior was joking until he saw the mess in the backyard.

Scrimgeour was woken up by his subordinates in the middle of the night.

He recently moved his home to the Auror office in order to deal with similar situations in a timely manner.

After arranging the personnel, he personally led the team to the crime scene.

"The smell of dark magic..."

Although it was almost faint, the Aurors were professionals against this.

Scrimgeour waved his wand and tried to gather these smells.

As expected, they dissipated faster.

Since the criminal could not be found out by the smell, they started from other magical traces.

But the Aurors worked until 3 a.m. and could not find even the slightest trace.

"If the dark magic is to eliminate traces..." Scrimgeour looked at the rows of decaying owl houses.

To be able to cancel so many magic contracts at the same time, the other party's attainments in dark magic must be very high.

There are many suspects in Knockturn Alley, but they were taken away for investigation at the first time. The current interrogation briefing is that they all have alibis.

He sneaked into the post office quietly, released the magic contract of the owls and left in time, and even set up black magic destruction traces before leaving.

The criminal is thoughtful and has obviously made a detailed plan, and does not want people to know his identity.

But what is the purpose of stealing so many owls? To cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic?

No!

A figure suddenly appeared in Scrimgeour's mind.

Careful, with a detailed plan, hiding his identity.

"Sirius Black!" He gritted his teeth and shouted the name.

The Aurors around were obviously surprised, but after thinking about it, they found it very reasonable.

This prison escapee must have noticed that the search for him had weakened, and got the "Daily Prophet" a few days ago from some channel.

There is actually no purpose for stealing owls, just to test the reaction of the Ministry of Magic.

"Continue investigating!"

Don't panic. The Ministry of Magic's deployment is flawless and there are no loopholes.

Scrimgeour's self-consolation is very effective. Seeing his calmness, the Aurors returned to their original orderly state.

One hour passed, two hours passed.

The whole backyard had been turned upside down, but there were not many traces to be found.

"Collect!"

Accompanied by Scrimgeour's order, the Aurors all used Apparition to leave.

After dawn, the investigation report was written.

Just when the Ministry of Magic was about to start an emergency meeting, Cecilia appeared in the English Channel.

She placed an exquisite cabin on the coast.

Soon, the owls flew out one after another.

They all had a small metal tube tied to their claws, which contained the newly printed Daily Prophet.

Cesia waved her hand, "Let's go!"

"Coo coo coo coo——" The owls quickly scattered.

The emergency meeting of the Ministry of Magic did not last long.

Since this owl theft case is very likely to be done by Sirius, the whole thing must be handled in a low-key manner to minimize the negative impact.

At 10 a.m., Fudge personally went to the Diagon Alley Owl Post Office.

It's just that all the active postmen were lost, and they can just find a new batch.

The person in charge of the post office smiled on his face, but he had already cursed in his heart.

Do you think it's easy to find owls who are willing to sign a magic contract?

After coaxing and deceiving, there are only 231 owls. If you want to restore the normal operation of the post office as soon as possible, you can only increase their treatment.

All these cost gold Galleons, and the Ministry of Magic didn't even compensate them, but they still wanted to handle it in a low-key manner?

The person in charge showed a bright smile, "Mr. Minister, our post office will definitely resume normal operations as soon as possible, and ensure that there will be no mail that is not delivered."

Fudge nodded with satisfaction, "The Ministry of Magic will definitely catch the criminals as quickly as possible and recover your losses in time."

The person in charge smiled, "That's great!"

After the condolences, Fudge should go back.

As soon as they left, several owls flew into Diagon Alley.

They dropped newspapers to previous subscribers one by one and flew away without collecting money.

The person in charge standing at the door of the post office pinched his arm.

Was he dreaming?

Those missing owls were actually delivering mail!

He strode to Madam Malkin's robe shop across the street and snatched the newspaper that had just been dropped.

"The Daily Prophet? Hasn't this shabby newspaper been closed down a long time ago?"

A short, fat witch in a purple robe snatched the newspaper back, "You Owl Post Office have learned how to rob!"

The person in charge of the post office quickly shook his head in denial, "Mrs. Malkin, this is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Mrs. Malkin raised the newspaper in her hand, "You came here to rob someone in broad daylight and you still dare to quibble!"

"Listen to me first..." The person in charge of the post office was beaten to the point of panic, "Madam, this is really a misunderstanding..."

Madam Malkin slapped his face hard with the newspaper in her hand, "Get out of here! Before I tell the Ministry of Magic!"

The post office manager was kicked out of the gown shop.

"Prophet Newspaper Agency!" He returned to the post office angrily with a ferocious face.

Ministry of Magic,

As soon as Fudge came back and his butt was still hot, the Owl Post Office came with a large group of people.

"What did you say?"

"Mr. Minister, the Prophet Newspaper Company did this! I saw with my own eyes that our owl was delivering their newspaper!"

Fudge looked at the post office manager's green and red face with strange eyes.

"I already know the matter, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

The person in charge of the post office also wanted to say something, but unfortunately they were quickly sent away "enthusiastically".

After they left, Fudge's face turned very ugly.

"Dolores! Go bring me that damn Daily Prophet!"

"Okay, Lord Minister." Umbridge left the living room and went straight to the Auror office on the second floor.

She is the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic. The small matter of going out to find newspapers is not enough for her to take action personally.

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