Lazy Kitten: Black braised egg, pfft!
Doujin Artist: That nickname makes sense. What's wrong with black braised egg? You've used it before, haven't you? Did Ruiko or Kotonoha start it?
Machete Girl: Ruiko did. I just went along with it.
Doujin Artist: Well, whoever said it first, it was said. Why is Uncle Nine making such a fuss?
Lin Fengjiao: I didn't know it had been said before. It's my first time hearing it... it feels a bit novel.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Not just novel, doesn't it feel quite fitting too?
Lin Fengjiao: Cough, a little.
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: That means we've reached a consensus, buddy. We all think that old geezer's head looks like a braised egg. Actually, the first time I encountered braised eggs, I associated them with Nick Fury's head.
Curly-haired Guy: Bullshit, Ruiko was the first one to say that in this group. You're just stealing Ruiko's creative invention, don't flatter yourself!
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: It's not that serious, not that serious. I don't think it counts as a creative invention at all. It's just making fun of words, no need to blow it out of proportion.
Amegakure Village's Angel: As usual, the topic has gone completely off the rails. Don't you remember we're watching Anzen's livestream?
Doujin Artist: Hahaha, it doesn't matter anyway. Plus, those Fudge guys are doing some bizarre stuff, I have no idea what he's up to.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Isn't this just a pre-war rally? Hoping these Aurors will give him their hearts.
Lazy Kitten: Pfft, give their hearts he says! For the world within the walls, right? Survey Corps, right?
Pretty Boy from Skull Island: But, I see these Aurors seem completely indifferent to what he's saying.
This is an Actor: Of course not. After all, most of the Aurors he brought this time are from Dumbledore's faction.
Leading the charge is Mad-Eye Moody, who will be the fourth Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Harry Potter will meet in the future. He's a burly man wearing a strange eye patch and a long trench coat.
He's holding a long staff, glancing sideways at Fudge. It's clear this guy openly disapproves of the Minister of Magic and even thinks he's a bit effeminate.
Behind him is the red-haired girl Tonks, who, like Moody, is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. But unlike Moody, whose displeasure with Fudge is obvious, Tonks is clearly more subtle.
She just keeps glancing around, acting absent-minded.
As for the other Aurors, they were all trained by Moody. How could they be loyal to Fudge? Therefore, the Minister of Magic's declaration was ultimately wasted effort.
Of course, Fudge, with his thick skin, doesn't care at all. He actually deliberately requisitioned Moody's group for this mission because he knew it was a dead end.
Even if it were completed successfully, he wouldn't gain any favor.
There's no profit to be made from house-elves, nor would it improve his performance review. On the contrary, if this mission failed, he would be condemned.
For such thankless work, he naturally wouldn't use his trusted subordinates like Carrow. So, people like Moody are the best choice. If they fail, he can dismiss and investigate them without any pressure.
Machete Girl: This Fudge is too cunning, still thinking about eliminating rivals at a time like this.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: What else would you expect? Do you still think professional politicians like him truly serve the public? Their sole purpose in holding office is for themselves. Otherwise, why would they adamantly deny Voldemort's return?
Wig Guy: Yes, he definitely knows that what Lockhart said before was true. But he just refuses to admit it. As long as he doesn't admit it, Voldemort hasn't returned.
Doujin Artist: And everyone just goes on singing and dancing, right? Keep the music playing, keep dancing!
"Enough!" As soon as Eriri's message was sent, Mueller couldn't stand Fudge's incessant chatter any longer and interrupted, "We've already wasted too much time!"
"Oh, yes." Fudge pretended to look at his watch and nodded. "It is indeed getting late. Although there are a few more important points to discuss, we can save them for next time."
"Of course, I'll personally visit you next time to hear your profound insights," Dumbledore said pointedly, then looked out at the large plaza. "Now, please, everyone, begin."
The Aurors all nodded, raised their wands, faced the plaza, and chanted in unison, "Summoning Charm!"
*Crack*.
Blue and green sparks shot out from the tips of a dozen wands simultaneously, all directed towards the plaza. Then, the entire plaza let out a muffled "boom," and the ground trembled.
Nearby tourists and travelers were startled, looking around but finding nothing unusual. Eventually, it became an unsolved mystery in their minds.
At the same time, the air vibrated with a Shun, and a peculiar tower-like building appeared in the center of the plaza.
Dumbledore, taking the lead, walked towards the tower. The other Aurors followed closely, entering one by one. The door opened, revealing a vast palace.
The interior of the palace looked dilapidated. In the center of the palace stood a sculpture of a young man in robes. Due to years of disrepair, the man's face was blurred and covered in thick moss.
But Dumbledore lingered for a long time in front of the statue, feeling it was strangely familiar. It resembled someone, but he couldn't be sure.
"Catch them!" Fudge suddenly shouted loudly.
Dumbledore then shifted his gaze, looking to his right at a group of house-elves surrounded by the Aurors. Some were trembling, while others were indignant.
But unlike other house-elves, none of them bore the mark of servitude. These elves had all become truly free.
"I will hang these dirty and disgusting vermin in front of everyone!" Fudge gesticulated wildly, making his pronouncement.
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