Time passes little by little.

Harry and the other two seemed anxious. Harry stared at the burning flames in the fireplace, hoping that it would suddenly change its color, and a wizard emerged from it and told them what had happened. Or a patron saint who conveyed the message would be fine...but nothing happened.

Firewood crackled and the atmosphere in the office became dull and depressing. Harry thought it was because the temperature was too high, and it was late July, and August was about to be around, and not many people chose to raise the fireplace at this time.

He needed a constant temperature locket... Harry thought irrelevantly, but in a blink of an eye he was pressed on his body by a heavier worry. He could not control the thoughts that arose in his mind... He handed over his hair with his own hands and agreed to this plan. If Sirius sacrificed for this, it would be entirely caused by him.

At this moment, the flames in the fireplace suddenly rushed up, one person tall, the color turned into emerald green, and a figure appeared in rotation.

It's Kingsley Shackle.

Harry's heart thumped, and he heard the suppressed screams beside him, but he could not tell who was from Ron and Hermione. The flame had returned to orange red, which meant that there was no one behind him, and Harry's heart tugged.

Where is Sirius? Where is Ms. Bones? He shouted in his heart.

"How is the situation?" Felix jumped from the sofa and kept clenching the coins he had played with in his fists.

"It's been smooth," Kingsley said, his face sweating, his clothes messy, and his grey-brown mud, as if he had just experienced a battle. "Catched two Death Eaters, McNeill and Lukewood who escaped, and August Lukewood."

"Where is Voldemort, he didn't show up?" Felix asked with a frown.

Harry, Ron and Hermione held their breath and looked at Kingsley with a look of breath. Kingsley shook his head, looking confused and puzzled, "I haven't met anyone. In fact, there are only these two Death Eaters, and the rest are a group of miscellaneous military dementors, a few werewolfs and vampires, and the dark wizards who were found from somewhere...Bones thought they had been hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse."

"So Voldemort is just a temptation? He is hiding in the dark to observe?" Felix said to himself, not satisfied with the result.

"It should be like this." Kingsley said gasping, "There are a lot of cannon fodders. They rushed up in a swarm, scaring us. I also doubted when the Death Eaters were so brave... The casualties all happened at that time."

"Salary?" Hermione said inhaled.

"Oh, no one died," Kingsley explained, "a few were injured and life-threatening. I continued, the two Death Eaters stood in the back, and they seemed to be just hiding far away to complete the temptation, Sirius and Bones cooperated to knock down one, the other... I guess Dumbledore took action secretly."

Felix almost sorted out the whole process.

"Where is Sirius, where is he now?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"With Borns, I came back alone to report the news, and by the way, I brought some people over to bring the captives back, uh, of course the therapist." Kingsley said, turning to Felix, "Mr. Hepp, this action barely met expectations, and you can leave with your children next, and Mrs. Weasley was arranged in Arthur's office."

Felix nodded silently. Then Kingsley hurried out of the office.

"Let's go, I'll take you back," said Felix.

"It's over?" Harry asked, feeling a little incredible.

"There's no way, Voldemort won't take the bait," Felix shrugged, "This is war, you can't expect your opponent to make a fatal mistake at the beginning, and then do it once and for all, even though..." He frowned. Judging from the news sent back by Lucius, Voldemort has been a little too low-key recently and hasn't appeared a few times.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he wants to gather his followers first.

He sent out the Death Eaters who were shameless and escaped from Azkaban.

"We'll meet with Mrs. Weasley first, and then you go back to the Order of the Phoenix." Felix said that they walked out of the Office of the Minister of Magic and took the elevator to the second floor of the Magic Law Enforcement Division. The Office for the Prohibition of Muggle items is on this floor. The four people walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.

"We need to go through two gates, turn left, then right, and finally walk to the end of the corridor." Ron said to Harry, who was a little disappointed, "I've been here a few times, and the Aurors' cubicles are very distinctive..."

After entering the first oak gate, they came to an open area, where the Aurors concentrated their offices. There were not many people at this moment, and the few left-behind people gathered together, with the expressions on their faces being both excited and worried.

"The action was sudden... there was no much news..."

"Hopefully there will be a good result."

"Didn't Kingsley say he's a big win?"

"Chesterton, congratulations on your promotion, should you be the youngest supervisor of the Commission on Disposal of Dangerous Animals?"

"I also got some help from my family." A young man said with a reserved voice, revealing the family badge on his chest without any trace.

...

"Chesterton Avery!?" Hermione suddenly turned around and said sharply, staring at the show-off young man.

Chesterton stood in a small compartment and looked in her direction. The smile on his face quickly became cold and said arrogantly: "It's me, you are again." His eyes moved between Harry and the other two, and then he saw Felix behind them, and said in a weak voice: "So the award ceremony is over?"

However, Hermione didn't appreciate it. She stared at him and whispered: "You evil."

"Hermione." Felix interrupted her.

Chesterton looked anxious, and he was confused with unknown reasons. He was willing to make a few harsh words, but he was afraid of Felix standing aside, and his eyes changed back and forth between wince and cruelty. Finally, he snorted heavily and turned around and left without looking back.

Hermione looked at him in discomfort.

"Can a person like him be promoted?" They had already walked through the second oak door and walked in the empty corridor. Hermione said indignantly, Harry and Ron were both surprised by her fierce attitude.

They had never heard of Hermione having an intersection with this man.

"I remember!" Harry suddenly said, "Avery, do you still remember? In the cemetery, Voldemort was the first Death Eater torture, because he pretended to be hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse after Voldemort lost power, and escaped punishment..."

Ron also recalled. "It's true, but the voice is different. That Avery is obviously older."

"Doesn't this even more telling that their family is broken?" Hermione said sarcastically. "Professor, why didn't the Ministry of Magic arrest all the Death Eaters who knew the name?"

"Calm down, Miss Granger." Felix said, "The Ministry of Magic represents order, and people cannot be arrested for no reason...but there must be private tracking." A temporary escape is nothing. Lucius can provide evidence at any time a large number of people entered the Azkaban.

But no one knows what Voldemort, who has no support and has lost hope of rule, will do.

Voldemort has always been the only key to this war.

"Ms. Borns should really check those pure blood scum..." Hermione muttered in a low voice, Ron glanced over, and she hurriedly said, "Oh, of course your family doesn't count, you are."

"A pure blood traitor." Ron nodded and said in his own entertainment.

They found Mrs. Weasley at the second floor forbidden abuse of Muggle Items. She was in a stable mood and had Percy accompany her. When she saw Harry and the others in, she rushed over and hugged and kissed them.

"Luckily you are all fine"

"Mom," Ron struggled hard. "We haven't been out at all!"

"Okay, even so..." she said with a smile, "Your dad went over to help. I heard that no one had any trouble. He also caught a group of bad guys, and he acted neatly and was very successful...Ms. Burns led the way, and we had a good minister."

Mrs. Weasley was obviously very satisfied with the result. Harry looked at Professor Hepp, who was smiling and speechless, and wisely did not tell her that Voldemort, the biggest source of danger in the entire operation, did not appear.

"Let's wait for Arthur and let me take a look at him," said Mrs. Weasley, embarrassedly, "and we'll go back and prepare you for your birthday party." She said to Harry. "And you, Percy, must come tonight."

"Mom, I'm very busy," Percy muttered, "and there are more than a dozen reports to be written."

"If you forget with Penelo, be careful." Mrs. Weasley finished speaking on her own, leaving behind a helpless Percy.

They took the elevator to the Ministry of Magic Hall and looked at the gilded fireplace on the side of the wall from afar.

After more than ten minutes

Felix stared at the fireplace area, and the fireplaces rose in unison, and figures returned triumphantly from inside. The magnificent hall was suddenly lively and applause was thunderous.

The Aurors appeared with more than twenty black-robed wizards, all of whom were wearing hoods and dressed as Death Eaters. However, the mask on their faces was taken away, and the robes were dirty, and they were staggering and pushed forward.

In Felix's eyes, most of these attackers were quite down and out. Several of them were pale and had thick dark circles under their eyes. They looked listless, as if they hadn't been sleeping for a few days, and they seemed very alternative to the team.

There is also an alternative among the vampires. He looks in good spirits and keeps looking around without any fear. When his eyes fall into Felix's direction, he grins happily.

Harry also stared at the crowd, knowing that some of these people might have been controlled by the Death Eaters with spells, but how to check that he had no impression of him. If Avery had successfully escaped punishment by lying that he had been captured by the Soul-Snatching Curse, what now?

Harry's scar suddenly hurt.

Harry opened his eyes wide, his mind was like a boiling cauldron, and the spoon kept stirring inside. The brain closure technique could only barely ensure that he would not faint. Harry was dizzy, his perspective changed rapidly, and appeared in another person's body. Through those eyes, he looked at the opposite side, where his enemies were

Harry Potter, the pure blood shame Ron Weasley, the Mud Babban Hermione Granger, and the threat that made him amazed Felix Hepp.

"No" Harry shouted, and he didn't know whose mouth he shouted this sentence.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"Harry?"

Harry panted and bent down and pointed in one direction: "Vol, Voldemort...he is here!" He found that his consciousness was back in his body, and Sirius and Ms. Bones ran over quickly, and stopped in shock when he heard this sentence.

Felix narrowed his eyes and stared at the direction where Harry pointed, there was no Voldemort, only the bound attacker.

"He's really here!" Harry was anxious, and Voldemort stood there calmly, looking at him, his eyes extremely red, "Don't let him harm others!"

But others seemed to be completely unable to see Voldemort.

"He is there! Voldemort!" Harry was extremely frightened. Why didn't everyone look at Voldemort, but instead looked at him?

"Harry, what are you?"

"Is it an illusion?"

"He's there," Harry was still trying to explain, staring at the front, "He was dressed in black! Black suit and black tie, tilted his head, moved his fingers, he pulled out his wand you, you guys." The people around him took a step back and looked at him cautiously.

"Put down the wand, Harry," Hermione said tremblingly.

What was she talking about? Harry was puzzled. He suddenly stared at his hand, and the wand appeared there for no reason. His hand seemed to be out of control, and a force was constantly competing with him.

"Use your brain blocking surgery, Harry."

Felix said in a deep voice, staring at the vampire with strange behavior, with stars flashing in his eyes, and the magic of the thinking house was released instantly. In a void space, he had only time to glance at it: a thin man lay on the ground, moaning in pain; the other Voldemort showed a sneer and raised his wand.

“Avada”

Felix cut off the magic instantly.

In reality, the pale-faced vampire fell to the ground without any breath of life.

"He's dead!" said Auror, who was escorting him, in horror.

Meanwhile, Harry felt dizzy and woke up again and found himself lying on a sofa. He heard the vague voice.
To be continued...