"Damn, are we being targeted?"
Kenneth stood by the window, reached out to open the gap in the curtains, and secretly observed the situation outside the street. Although he didn't see anyone wandering around his residence, he could feel that he was indeed being watched.
His luck has been really bad recently. Not only did his stupid father lose a large amount of Galleons selling counterfeit goods, but he also sent him to Azkaban prison. After he helped Albert to go to Zuo Ke's joke shop, he had a feeling that he was being targeted by someone. Although Kenneth did not find the person, his intuition as a person who worked in the gray area told him that he was indeed being targeted.
This is definitely not a good thing.
But why was I being targeted
Because of my father
No, Kenneth would rather believe that it was because of Albert, because of that damn ten thousand reward.
Somehow, he felt that he had been tricked by Albert.
That’s right, if Albert hadn’t noticed anything wrong, why would he need his own help in delivering the goods to Zuo Ke
Wouldn't it be the same if Fred, George or Lee Jordan made the delivery
hateful!
Why didn’t I think of it at the beginning
He also signed a magic contract, which meant that even if he was caught, he couldn't reveal anything.
Albert wouldn't want to take this opportunity to kill himself, right
No, probably not.
Probably to throw the trouble to him and see if he is trustworthy.
Kenneth was even more depressed when he thought of this. Initially, he had proposed to cooperate with Albert. There was nothing wrong with making money together. However, not only did Old Toller refuse, he also wanted to get the benefits of the Defense Against the Dark Arts props from Albert.
It’s ridiculous to think about it.
Is that guy so easy to let others take advantage of
Don't even think about what happened to the group of Death Eaters who wanted to disrupt the wedding.
Old Toller got himself into Azkaban and messed up his relationship with Albert.
Otherwise, given the cooperation they already had at Hogwarts, even if they couldn't get as much benefit as Fred, George and George, at least they wouldn't suffer any loss, instead of having to sign a damn magic contract like this.
Kenneth regretted that he had believed his father's lies and let the situation become what it is now.
Now that he was being targeted, he didn't have much of a solution. He could only ask Albert for help through Fred, George and Lee Jordan, but no one knew where those guys had been hiding recently.
I wouldn't be left outside to attract fire!
The more Kenneth thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
"We can't stay here anymore. We need to find a place to hide out first."
He decided to discuss the matter with Fred, George and Lee Jordan at the next Defense Against the Dark Arts training session at the Ministry.
As he simply packed up his things and prepared to leave, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps on the street outside, and then the door was rudely pushed open. Before Kenneth could Apparate, he saw several men with hideous faces and scraggly beards rushing into the house with wands in hand, and directly fired evil curses at Kenneth who was picking up his suitcase and preparing to leave.
“Damn it!”
After Kenneth threw away the suitcase, he drew his wand and used the Shield Charm to block the oncoming evil curse, but he still staggered. Fortunately, the Shield Charm on the defensive bracelet helped him block it, otherwise his fate would probably be no better than the window next to him that was shattered by the evil curse.
"Damn it, I really got tricked."
While Kenneth greeted Albert and his family in his heart, he also recognized one of the intruders.
After Kenneth used a red evil spell to force the three approaching people to retreat, he immediately found a shelter to hide and yelled at the sloppy man named Paul: "Damn Paul, what do you want to do?"
"Don't you want to do anything? Someone wants to invite you to join us," the sloppy man named Paul grinned, revealing his yellow teeth. "Little Toler, I advise you not to resist and just follow us. Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving face to old Toler."
"Do you ever invite others to join like this?"
Kenneth's face was very dark. If he had not signed the magic contract, he would not be afraid to go with them. The worst case scenario was that he would join them, but it was not possible now.
"I don't think you would give him a favor. That guy is still in Azkaban prison."
"Stop talking nonsense. I'll count to three. Then follow us. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." The three of them quickly surrounded Kenneth's hiding place, ready to take him down in one fell swoop.
"You're welcome? How are you going to be rude?"
Kenneth suddenly shot red sparks out of the window that was shattered by the spell, trying to scare the three people away and buy himself a chance to escape.
"Damn, is this a trap?"
Kenneth's actions undoubtedly succeeded in causing the three people to misjudge. The Ministry of Magic has used many means to catch dark wizards during this period.
"Don't be silly, I bet he's just trying to scare us off."
"No matter what, take the person away first."
Paul lunged at Kenneth, trying to knock him down, but was hit hard by an Impediment Spell and flew away.
"Just don't kill him."
Anyway, the order was just to capture Kenneth. Since that guy doesn't know what's best for him, it might as well make him suffer a little.
As for the friendship with old Toller, how many Galleons is it worth
However, Kenneth was not bad either. He either dodged the evil curses of the three people or blocked them with the defensive items on his body.
However, it took them some time and they managed to force Kenneth into a desperate situation.
At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside again, followed by strange shouts.
"Hurry, hurry, don't let them escape."
A group of people are surrounding this side.
The three of them wanted to kill Kenneth, but it was too late. Several spells were fired from outside the door, knocking Paul and the other two to the ground.
"It seems that we are lucky."
Kings looked at the stunned Kenneth and signaled the people around him to take him away.
Kenneth finally recovered and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing..."
"Fred and George told me that you might get into trouble." Kings looked at the unlucky guy who was about to be the bait and comforted him, "Don't worry, come a few more times, and everyone will know that you are the bait, and no one will bother you anymore."
Hearing this, the expression on Kenneth's face instantly fell.
"Cooperate with the Ministry of Magic, and we will reduce your father's sentence appropriately."
Kingslai reached out and patted Kenneth on the shoulder, handed him a candy, and reminded him, "This is a new product made by Fred and George recently. It is said that eating it can bring luck to people. If you encounter this situation next time, eat it, and nothing will happen."
"Thank them for their kindness for me." Kenneth took the candy and said through gritted teeth.
"I will. Before that, I suggest you come back with us to the Ministry of Magic. At least it will be safer there."
Kingslai came hurriedly with his men, and then hurried back to the Ministry of Magic with several knocked down wizards, ready to extract useful information from their mouths.
As expected, the three knew basically nothing.
They were all from the lower class of Knockturn Alley and had recently joined the You-Know-Who. Or rather, they had become minions of certain Death Eaters. Their order was to take Kenneth away.
Kingsley reported the news to the Auror Office as soon as possible, but he felt that they might not be able to catch anyone there. After all, they had just made such a big noise in Knockturn Alley and many people had seen it.
You think others are too stupid. If they had any brains, they would definitely abandon their base.
After asking his assistant to briefly organize the news, Kingslai knocked on the door of the minister's office with the news.
"How about it?"
Scrimgeour asked without looking up.
"We only caught a few minions."
Kings came and handed over the documents that his assistant had helped to organize. "The Auror Office should be investigating along that line, but I don't think the possibility of catching a big fish is high. This operation was too rushed, and we had no time to make any arrangements."
"Where's Kenneth Toller?"
Scrimgeour put down his quill, took the report, quickly glanced at its contents, and asked.
"Mr. Toller is at the Ministry of Magic. We asked the telepathist to communicate with him, but he doesn't know much. Based on the information he provided, we suspect there may be Death Eaters' spies in Hogsmeade. Those three guys wanted to capture Mr. Toller. It should be that a Death Eater tried to find Albert through him. His bounty is still on the black market."
"I really don't understand why their heads are on their butts?"
Scrimgeour really wanted to kill Lucius directly, but finally gave up on doing so. If he lost his credibility, it would be difficult for him to do so again in the future. After all, there were not many Galleons left from the fines collected from the three Death Eaters.
"I think we should ask them to withdraw that damn bounty, but... even if they do, the Malfoys may continue to pay others to put up a bounty on Albert." Kingsley was not too worried about Albert's safety. "We haven't found Narcissa Malfoy's whereabouts yet. We suspect she may be with Bellatrix Lestrange."
"There's no rush for this. That guy is not easy to deal with. If necessary, he will definitely cooperate with us." Scrimgeour put down the documents, looked up at Kings and asked, "How is the situation with the dark magic training?"
"About a hundred people have come to participate in the training, and the number is gradually increasing." Kings took out another document from the folder and handed it to Scrimgeour. "The effect is better than we expected. I think it won't be long before they will be able to protect themselves."
"You've done a good job, but their training... I mean, you should teach them more self-protection skills, and if there are particularly outstanding personnel, you can consider recruiting them for special training." Scrimgeour took out a document from the folder, signed it, and said to Kings: "I will give you some temporary staffing, and the treatment will be the same as your current members. And next time you encounter a dark wizard who massacres Muggles, I allow you to shoot him directly. We need to deter those bastards to prevent them from causing trouble everywhere. The Muggle Prime Minister has protested to Fudge several times."
"Do you want to continue expanding enrollment?" Kingslai asked with a frown.
"We can't help it. We are seriously short-handed." Scrimgeour reminded, "They are considered supernumeraries during the war. We need more help."
"Kenneth Toller?" Kingsley asked again.
"It doesn't matter. Commute his father's sentence. I don't think it will be long before Voldemort tries to break out of prison." Scrimgeour tapped the table with his fingers. "And there's nothing we can do about it, so it doesn't really matter whether we reduce it or not."
"That person's prophecy?"
"I guess so!" Scrimgeour sighed. "This kind of thing is unavoidable. You should know better than me that there are many prisoners in Azkaban now. For Voldemort, these are natural cannon fodder. You should know that he certainly doesn't mind doing that."
"If possible, first pick out a group of prisoners with relatively minor crimes, fine them, and then release them for observation. If they commit crimes again, the punishment will be increased. As for the money, it will be used to expand the crisis response team and fight against the mysterious man. For now, we can only let everyone get through this difficult time together."
"Do we really want to do this?" Kings was confused by Scrimgeour's suggestion.
"Well, there's no need to rush about this. I'll ask about the specific time of the jailbreak. Please help me hand this over to Pierce later. By the way, call Gadwin and have a meeting to discuss this matter at 10 o'clock in the evening."
"Okay, I understand." Kings came and left with the signed documents.
Looking at the closed wooden door, Scrimgeour sighed heavily.
If possible, Scrimgeour actually planned to ambush a mysterious person at the next opportunity, but since he learned that Dumbledore was injured, he completely gave up this idea.
Let Dumbledore fight You-Know-Who.
No, he couldn't take the risk.
Moreover, prison breaks are impossible to prevent.
Who made the prison breaker a mysterious person
There is no way to resist at all. Maybe calling all the Aurors can drive the mysterious man away, but they can only drive him away.
Right now, he could only use the universal soldier mode to give everyone the power to fight against the dark wizards. Although he was well aware of the consequences of doing so, he could no longer care about it now.
The docile masses are indeed beneficial to the management of the Ministry of Magic, but they have no ability to protect themselves when facing hungry wolves. The reason for all this is actually that the Ministry of Magic has adopted a one-size-fits-all approach for the convenience of management.
This can be easily seen from the Auror training materials and the Ministry of Magic's revision of some of Albert's Self-Defense Guide.
As for future troubles, it has nothing to do with Scrimgeour. The most important thing now is to win the war and survive.
Can you win
Scrimgeour does not have much confidence in himself because he suspects Dumbledore is dying.
Why was he murdered by a mysterious man
A big reason for this is that if You-Know-Who tries to take control of the Ministry of Magic, he will become the number one target.
Combined with Dumbledore's injuries, he suspected that Dumbledore was no longer there at that time, and the mysterious man had no estimate. Although Albert said that he had left him a way out, but... he would not escape!