"Are you a wizard?" Before leaving, Burns looked at Tom and asked seriously.

"This question is not important to me. Is there really a difference between being a wizard and not being a wizard?" Tom took out his wand from his pocket and waved it lightly twice, causing a string of sparks to emerge from the tip of the wand, "But Since you want to know, then I can give you a specific answer, I am a wizard, a wizard who is better at communicating with dementors and maintains a friendly relationship with them."

Looking at the wand in Tom's hand, Bones felt relieved: Fortunately, this is still an internal problem of the wizard.

After getting a definite answer, Burns put his suspended heart back into his stomach. She can finally leave Azkaban with peace of mind. Although there were some twists and turns, her goal was achieved.

On the way back to the Ministry of Magic, she began to carefully recall the conversation just now. She realized that if the masked man could really communicate with the dementors as he claimed, a new power would arise in the wizarding world.

Dementors have always existed, but before that, no one could really grasp the power of dementors. The Ministry of Magic also focuses on deterring and driving dementors. The dementors listen to the Ministry of Magic only because the Ministry of Magic can provide food and has superb force, both of which are indispensable.

But now it was different, and the dementors clearly had a leader. When the masked man said that he was good at communicating with them and maintained a good relationship with them, he was purely self-effacing. As long as Burns is not blind, he can see the special attitude of the dementors towards him-not a friend, but a master and slave. That masked man is the master of the dementors.

If things go on like this, there will be a place for that masked man in the magic world. From Ireland to Russia, his name will be known to everyone, resounding throughout the European continent.

When it came to the name, Bones noticed that he didn't even know the name of the masked man.

…

"The Ministry of Magic will conduct a major search of Knockturn Alley, code-named 'Whirlwind'—" The spokesperson of the Ministry of Magic on the stage was full of reading the manuscript in his hand, and his mind went blank. He also just received the speech, and before the press conference started, he had no idea what he was going to say.

Now he knows. There was only one question on his mind: why hadn't there been any news about this search?

After the spokesperson read out this decision, the scene was silent. After a few seconds, the "uproar" that the spokesperson imagined did not appear. The reporters looked very calm, and they all lowered their heads and took notes.

Journalists are used to such searches—those who have been in the business for a long time even experienced four or five raids. The Minister of Magic has changed term after term, is it useful? Change the soup but not the medicine.

"It's probably just a face project this time." The reporters thought so. Unlike the spokesperson, the reporters are very calm, which is poor information. The spokesperson can see from the degree of secrecy of the operation that this operation is not trivial. But the newspaper reporters were unaware of this.

At the same time, a group of people in black wizard robes appeared collectively next to an inconspicuous shop in Diagon Alley. On the chests of these wizards, there is a bright silver badge with the letter M on it shining brightly.

The leader, with a broad build and square jaw, with short gray hair, is the current Minister of Magic.

"Enter Knockturn Alley, and Operation Whirlwind begins!" She glanced at her subordinates, and felt that the mental outlook of this group was not bad, it was a well-trained mixed formation of Aurors and strikers.

Then she led the way into Knockturn Alley.

Cold knowledge, Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are actually connected, but most of the parents of little wizards will not allow their children to approach the shops adjacent to Knockturn Alley. This also caused the business of these shops to be very poor, and the rent was also the lowest in Diagon Alley.

The reason is simple, decent wizards don't want to be associated with Knockturn Alley, and dishonest wizards go shopping in Knockturn Alley directly, who would be bored to shop at the junction of two alleys?

As soon as he entered Knockturn Alley, probably due to psychological hints, Burns felt that the light here was quite dim.

On a dark stone path there was an old witch, holding in her hand what looked like a whole piece of dead man's fingernail. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she raised her head subconsciously, and grinned to reveal her mossy teeth. She felt that business was coming.

Obviously, her eyes are not very good. But when she got to the middle of the path, she finally noticed something was wrong. The people who came were not like potential customers or fat sheep, but more like looking for faults, so she decisively decided to leave.

But it's too late.

"Stop!" Burns yelled. "Get her!"

The well-trained Aurors standing behind her took out their wands quickly, and the fastest one was Auror Lux, the confidant of the former Minister of Magic. After he heard about the search activity today, he was gearing up and in a state of high excitement. The reason is also very simple, he knew that he was valued by Fudge before, but now Fudge has collapsed! Difficulties are approaching, and he needs to show his loyalty in front of the new Minister of Magic—Dawlish also wants to make progress! He didn't want to be an unknown little Auror all his life.

A stream of rope shot out from the tip of his staff, and the old witch was bound tightly in one fell swoop. She lost her balance suddenly and fell on the path.

The plate in her hand also hit the ground, and the nails inside flew everywhere.

"The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have killed people!" She screamed, her voice resounding through the sky.

The sound of arrests alarmed the entire alley, and countless wizards hiding in the dark panicked like alarmed cockroaches.

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic?"

"How is it possible, I didn't receive the message!"

"Go and inform Mr. Flint!"

The whole alley was filled with such whispers. At this time, many wizards who saw the situation was not right were ready to run away, only those shopkeepers stayed where they were~lightnovelpub.net~waiting for the Ministry of Magic to search.

Burns glared at Dawlish: Won't you immobilize her with the petrification spell? Well now, everyone is exposed.

Dawlish: ...

"Minister, we'd better hurry up..." Kingsley persuaded from the side.

At this time, the wizards in Knockdown Alley either choose Floo Network or Apparate, preparing to leave this place of right and wrong.

But they failed.

At this moment, the entire Floo network of Knockturn Alley was cut off by Burns' cronies left in the Ministry of Magic—like Fudge, Burns, who has been in charge of the Magical Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic for many years, also has a few reliable cronies .

But Apparation was interrupted by a chill from the depths of the soul.

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Today, I want to tell the story of Wilmina Taft, the twenty-sixth Minister for Magic.