In recent days, colleagues in the department have been talking about the allocation of rooms in the shelter, and Truman always smells a sour lemon.
After the Ministry of Magic officials collectively moved into Shelter No. 1, there was a big discussion in the entire wizarding world, and many people who did not get a house complained about it. They believed that the shelter should be reserved for employees who were easily targeted by the mysterious man and the Death Eaters, rather than for the Ministry of Magic officials.
Of course, many employees were discussing when Shelter 2 would be completed.
When Truman heard his two colleagues complaining about the injustice, he did not respond but just smiled. He knew very well that there was basically no chance for him to get a house in the shelter.
Who made him a Muggle wizard
During the time he worked at the Ministry of Magic, Truman had learned all the tricks. The Ministry was full of discrimination, especially towards Muggle wizards. Without someone to protect him, it was basically difficult to get a promotion or a raise, so he could only stay in his current position for the rest of his life.
After saying goodbye to his colleagues with a smile on his face, Truman left the Ministry of Magic amid whispers.
He didn't want to argue with these boring guys. He wouldn't be staying in the Ministry of Magic for long anyway, so why waste time on them
Not worth it.
After buying some French fries and fried fish at a nearby Muggle fast food restaurant and having a quick meal, Truman returned to his rented house.
The location of the new home was a bit remote and the house was very dilapidated, but Truman never regretted moving out and living on his own. He had to avoid accidentally implicating his family one day.
Death Eaters are capable of such things.
Not to mention Muggles, they would kill even ordinary wizarding families at will.
Truman hoped to get a house in the shelter, but it was obvious that such a good thing would not be his turn. Fortunately, he had a reliable friend. When the house over there was built, he would move there and live there. It would be like having a new home of his own. Then he could change his job and live more easily in the magic world in the future.
Turning on the TV and listening to the news, Truman made himself a bag of black tea. While listening to the news on TV, he leisurely flipped through the latest "Daily Prophet". The latest news in the newspaper caught Truman's attention: someone was missing.
In an age where mysterious people are rampant, someone going missing is no big deal.
But somehow, Truman always felt uneasy, as if he had seen the photo of the missing person in the newspaper somewhere.
A very famous person.
If Albert was here, he would definitely know each other.
Wait, Albert!
Truman remembered where he had seen him before, at Albert's wedding.
this…
An increasingly bad feeling came over me.
At this moment, the peephole on the desk that was used to provide warning suddenly rotated on the table and issued an alarm whistle.
Something happened.
Truman practically jumped up from the sofa, feeling even more uneasy, and frantically pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door.
"No, calm down, calm down. In this situation, I should..."
Truman took a deep breath, trying to recall what Professor Albert had taught him, trying to find a way to deal with it.
However, the increasingly rapid footsteps disrupted Truman's thoughts and made his hand, which was holding the wand, tremble a little.
After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a group of strangers rushed in rudely. They looked around with their wands raised, and became furious when they saw the empty room.
"Run away?"
The leading wizard was quite annoyed. He raised his wand and blew the table and the looking glass into powder. The room became completely quiet.
"Chase, that guy should have just left."
A group of people rushed out again.
Looking at the group of people hurriedly leaving, Truman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, he did not crawl out from under the bed because the detection pocket watch in his pocket was still a little hot. All of this proved that the enemy had not gone far.
This is most likely a trap.
Sure enough, more than ten seconds later, they rushed in again. It was obvious that they left just now just to lure him out, but the result was obviously a failure.
"The Mudblood escaped?"
"Probably not. Don't forget that Apparition is prohibited in this area, and there are people watching outside the whole time. I didn't see him leave at all."
The man who spoke looked around sharply and sneered, "He should be hiding, probably using the Disillusionment Charm. He is probably still in this room. Maybe because we are outnumbered, he doesn't dare to come out and attack us."
"Are you sure?"
Although they also joined as Voldemort's minions, they actually did so to fish in troubled waters and gain some benefits for themselves.
As long as we catch the damn Mudblood, everyone here can get a reward of at least ten Galleons.
No wonder they would rummage through all the drawers and boxes, hoping to find the hiding guy.
No, there is no one at all.
The group searched every inch of the room but couldn't find the target.
"What's under the bed?" someone asked.
Everyone exchanged glances and raised their wands to point under the bed.
"Do you want to come out by yourself, or do we have to get you out?" The group of people seemed to have already determined that their target was under the bed.
Damn it!
Truman realized that he had failed.
After using the Disillusionment Charm on himself, he hid directly under the house. He knew very well that if the guy who came to catch him was more alert, he would definitely search the entire room.
Even if you use the Disillusionment Charm on yourself, it does not mean that your body disappears.
He gritted his teeth, reached into his pocket, and prepared to use the Felixir provided by Albert, hoping that it would help him get through the current difficulties.
However, it was too late. Several stunning spells hit Truman under the bed, leaving him completely unable to resist.
"Look, we finally found the little mouse who was hiding."
The leader grabbed Truman's hair and pulled him out from under the bed. "If you had cooperated voluntarily just now, you would have suffered less. It's a pity that you wasted a lot of our time, so... I'll kill you."
Truman groaned softly and endured the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
"Okay, stop playing. They are still waiting for us over there. Let's send them over to exchange for Galleons!" someone reminded.
They were worried that something unexpected might happen during the process, so it would be most practical to replace this guy with Galleon as soon as possible.
Just as they left the room, someone suddenly fell down without warning, and then the corridor was covered by a cloud of black smoke.
"Damn, it's a trap."
The leader was about to poke his wand into Truman's neck. What made them most angry was that they fell into the trap they set themselves, and the apartment could not be Apparated for the time being.
"Well, the Ministry of Magic is really cruel. They are planning to exchange my life for yours." Truman sighed softly. He thought that it should be Albert who came to save him, but now he was in the hands of the other party, and he had to think of a way to avoid becoming a burden.
Just after everyone was stunned for a moment, a sharp cry was heard, and then the dark wizards fell to the ground one after another.
After a while, the crying stopped.
Fred and George were wearing earmuffs, recovering the mandrake roots that they had used as weapons.
"See, I told you this thing works well. It's hard to guard against."
George stuffed the flower pots back into the box, tied up the unconscious dark wizards one by one with ropes, and did not forget to erase their memories of what had just happened.
Albert didn't want too many people to know that they used mandrake roots as a weapon, so that others wouldn't learn to use it against them.
After Fred collected the wands and tied up all the unfortunate guys, he suddenly asked, "Do you think others will be targeted as well?"
"I don't know, are you worried about Angelina?" George asked with a smile.
"I kind of regret getting her into the Defense Association."
"Is it over? There are only three left, and we've dealt with them all." Cedric appeared outside the corridor with a few unlucky guys who were knocked unconscious by them.
"Where's Lee Jordan?" Fred asked.
"Here it is."
Lee Jordan, who was in invisible state, reached out and patted Fred on the shoulder.
"Is he okay?"
Cedric was a little worried about Truman's condition.
"Don't worry, the crying of immature Mandrake roots is not fatal. At most, they will just sleep for a few hours." George comforted him, "We should alert the Ministry of Magic now and ask them to come and receive these people."
"I am more worried about whether other people will be affected."
All four of them were silent.
They couldn't be sure how much information those lunatics had dug out of the old man's brain.
If the mysterious man goes completely crazy and plans to attack those who attend Albert's wedding, they will be in trouble regardless of whether they join the Defense Association or not.