bacchusnovels Chapter 229 He can't possibly be a dark wizard, can he?
Chapter 229 He can't possibly be a dark wizard, can he?
Chapter 229 He can't possibly be a dark wizard, can he?
"Everyone's here." Sean walked into the Auror office with a bright smile, greeting everyone present warmly, "Minister Fudge, Director Burns, Director Scrinker, good morning!"
"Good morning, Phillips." Fudge looked at his trusted and capable lieutenant with a warm smile.
Clearly, he's been in a pretty good mood these past few days.
In contrast, Amelia and Scrimgeour had somber, gloomy faces.
Amelia was given this interview because Sean insisted on it.
Scrimgeour simply didn't like Sean.
The reason he disliked Sean was because he felt Sean was a mere pretender... It couldn't be because his Auror intuition detected that the other party was a notorious dark wizard, could it?
"I heard there's been a breakthrough in the case, so I came to check it out. Have you caught those dark wizards yet?" Sean asked sincerely.
"There has indeed been new progress, Phillips," Fudge said, pointing to the small blackboard in front of the three men.
Sean then noticed that the small blackboard was covered with various notes and clues, clearly a summary of the case investigation's progress.
"Let Director Scrinker explain the new discovery to you," Fudge instructed.
Upon hearing this, Scrimgeour reluctantly raised his head and picked up a wooden stick from the side, but he quickly discovered the joy of lecturing and began to enjoy it.
After all, there weren't many times when Phillips could listen to him quietly like he was now.
Scrimgeour cleared his throat and began to explain, pointing with a stick at the contents of the small blackboard, "First, based on the establishment of the British Wizarding Information Database, we have successfully ruled out the possibility that foreign wizards were responsible for the crime."
He exclaimed sincerely, "This database has been a great help. It has allowed us to quickly filter out all the wizards active in the UK, thus greatly narrowing down the scope of our investigation."
"Secrets are often hidden in places that wizards have never been to, and in unusually desolate places."
"Based on the narrowed scope of our investigation, and with the help and reports from the public, as well as the information we collected, we successfully shut down several underground trading venues for black magic goods."
"And then you found that group of people?" Sean seemed somewhat surprised.
"Unfortunately, no," Scrinker shook his head. "These people may have other cases on their records, but none of them are the perpetrators of this series of incidents."
"Just when we thought the case had hit a dead end," Scrinker said, his tone turning mysterious, "we discovered a strange phenomenon during the investigation."
"Several seemingly insignificant clues kept appearing in our field of vision. These clues didn't attract much attention at first, but when we connected them, we found that they all pointed in the same direction."
"Hmm?" Sean looked at Scrimgeour in confusion and hummed along in perfect unison.
He acknowledged that Scrinker had succeeded.
It successfully piqued his curiosity.
If he were to one day resign from his position as an Auror and go to Hogwarts to replace Professor Binns Cuthbert as the teacher of the history of magic, he would surely be very popular with the young wizards.
"That's a dud," Scrimgeour said, emphasizing each word.
"A dud?" Sean repeated instinctively.
"Yes, the Squib." Scrimgeour nodded and continued affirmatively, "After careful analysis, we have definitively identified this group of criminal dark wizards as the Squib."
"Wait, wait a minute," Sean interrupted hastily, saying incredulously, "You're saying the crime was committed by a Squib? How is that possible? Aren't Squibs people born into wizarding families who can't display any magical abilities? How could they possibly be capable of committing such complex dark magic crimes?"
Sean's doubts were not feigned, but stemmed from his genuine feelings.
After all, it is a well-known fact that Squibs cannot cast spells.
The only magic potion that could improve this situation was currently in his hands.
So how could the dud be the culprit behind this series of mysterious cases?
This idea puzzled Sean so much that he even started to imagine all sorts of conspiracy theories.
To protect their positions, Amelia and Scrimgeour began shifting blame onto people who were powerless to resist, much like the ancient practice of killing innocent people and claiming credit for their crimes.
If that's the case, then he really has to admire the ruthlessness of the two people.
They could even take Voldemort's "Mysterious Man" hat off, cut it in two, and wear it on their own heads.
After all, even Voldemort didn't do that.
However, on the other hand, although Sean disliked such behavior, he would wholeheartedly support it if Scrimgeour and Amelie were to carry out the plan.
After all, if the Ministry of Magic were to further restrict Squibs on trumped-up charges, it would inevitably cause discontent among the Squib community. As the gap between the two groups widened, he could take the opportunity to recruit more Squibs into his ranks.
This is undoubtedly a very advantageous thing for him.
With this in mind, Sean looked at Scrinker with some anticipation, signaling him to continue.
"I understand how you feel, Phillips." Seeing Sean's confused and incredulous expression, Scrimgeour felt a surge of satisfaction. "You probably think I'm crazy or talking nonsense, but that doesn't matter."
He paused, then continued, "The important thing is that many people, like you, will initially be skeptical and resistant upon hearing such a statement. That's why no one really doubts the Squib community; they're like a forgotten corner, hidden in the shadows of society."
"This was indeed a dereliction of duty on our part as the Auror office, failing to detect it in a timely manner. However, during our visits and investigations over the past few days, a request from a lady has provided us with great insight."
"She told us that a few months ago, her Squirrel son, who had been working in the wizarding world, suddenly disappeared without a trace. She tried various ways to contact him, but there was no response. She even went to his former workplace in person, but the boss simply told her that he had resigned."
"Therefore, she pleaded with us to help her find her son."
"Since the establishment of the British Wizarding Information Database, finding people has become much easier, but his son was clearly not among them... So at that time, we realized that this system was imperfect and flawed for the entire wizarding world."
"Yes, we overlooked the group of Squibs."
As he spoke, Scrimgeour struck the blackboard several times with a stick.
"When we realized this and tried to fix it, we discovered that many Squibs from wizarding families had disappeared without a trace."
"And they just happen to meet some of the conditions for committing the crime."
As Sean listened to Scrimgeour's analysis, his right eyelid twitched involuntarily. He then hesitated before saying, "But...but..."
“I understand your confusion, Phillips,” Scrimgeour explained patiently. “Indeed, traditionally, Squibs refer to the descendants of wizards who are unable to cast spells.”
"But our investigation revealed that this particular group of Squibs was not entirely immune to magic. They may have acquired the ability to cast dark magic through some unknown means or with external assistance."
"Is this... really possible?"
Sean said he was starting to panic.
He didn't know who had the same ability as him... He also didn't know who was so unscrupulous as to take the path he hadn't yet walked and block his way back.
Although that's what he said... he still didn't believe deep down that anyone but him could do that.
His desire to dispel Scrinker's unrealistic fantasies stemmed from this point—he didn't want his plan, which he had just prepared to implement, to be aborted.
However... Scrimgeour seems to have accepted this point and is prepared to continue delving deeper into it.
After all... that's all the clues he has.
"I know this is hard to accept, but we must face this fact," Scrimgeour said confidently. "The Squib group may no longer be a simple, harmless entity, but a group that poses a huge threat. If we ignore this, the consequences will be unimaginable. Therefore, I am prepared to implement a plan."
"What plan?"
"This is a top secret document that I drafted with Director Amelia, Minister Fudge, and I before you arrived," Scrimgeour waved the folder in his hand and then put it into a cabinet next to him. "So... no comment."
"But I can tell you that with this plan in place, those duds will never be able to cause trouble again."
Sean looked at Fudge beside him, and Fudge nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.
Now, he was completely panicked.
Could it be that... the plan is going to be stillborn right after it's been implemented?
impossible.
Absolutely impossible!