bioinnovel Chapter 431 The Second Fire
Chapter 431 The Second Fire
Chapter 431 The Second Fire
Griffith and the captains, holding parchments, all frowned in unison, as if there was some unspeakable secret in the area.
Even Felix Ferguson, a staunch "Black School" supporter, was no exception.
Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of everyone who had received the parchment, Rufus Scrimgeour, who hadn't received his own parchment, was extremely anxious!
The Auror Office Director immediately looked at the Director of the Legal Enforcement Division sitting at the head of the table, his sharp eyes seeming to be questioning.
What does that mean?
Don't you believe us?
Why do they have it, but we don't?
Just as Scrimgeour was staring intently at Belvina, Griffith put down the parchment and slowly spoke.
He said, "Miss Black, this is probably not a good situation."
He pointed to the parchment and said, "All these people on it come from prominent families, so we'll be under a lot of pressure."
On the parchment in front of David Griffiths was a list of names, including those of pure-blood wizards such as Malfoy, Nott, and Avery.
"David, what if you didn't have to face any pressure?" Belvina said nonchalantly, arms crossed. "You just need to focus on your work, and I'll handle the rest."
So what if pure-blood wizarding families have some influence over the Ministry of Magic? So what if there's pressure from Wizengamor? Only Cornelius Fudge would care about such things; Belvina isn't afraid at all.
Belvina dared to go toe-to-toe with Voldemort, so why would she be afraid of a bunch of useless blabbermouths?
"I have no problem on my end." David Griffiths glanced at the captains around him, asking them for their opinions with his eyes.
With someone holding off the pressure from all sides, the batter only needed to do his job, and Griffiths couldn't have been happier with this feeling of being unburdened.
"Chief, what should we do?" Oswaldo Field asked. He was the oldest and most senior of the captains.
"Do whatever you want, feel free to do whatever you want," Belvina said. "I only care about the result. Bring me the person on the parchment, and your task will be complete."
Upon hearing this, the team leaders exchanged glances, all understanding the obvious implication from the new director.
Belvina's meaning is: Show off your skills in fabricating charges, and use every method you can think of to drag people into the Magical Law Enforcement Division.
Field gripped the parchment in his hand even tighter. He was hesitant, worried that Belvina might not be able to withstand the pressure, and even more worried that if she couldn't withstand the pressure, she would sacrifice herself to save the king.
Thinking of this, Field glanced at Felix Ferguson, the "Black School" beside him.
"Miss Blake, we're fine on our end too," Oswaldo Field said. "We'll keep a close eye on them!"
Although Field didn't know about the "take a gamble and you'll win big" kind of thing, he still decided to trust Belvina this time and believe that she wouldn't abandon them.
However, despite his belief, Field was prepared to keep a backup plan, at least ensuring that the fabricated charges would be impeccable.
"Very good, excellent," Belvina said with satisfaction. "After the meeting, your two departments should communicate more and cooperate closely."
Typically, law enforcement teams work in teams with strikers when carrying out missions; the two departments are intertwined.
Rufus Scrimgeour, the Auror's chief of staff, continued to stare intently at Belvina.
Although he didn't know the specifics of the task assigned by the new director, Scrimgeour knew that Belvina was about to make a big move.
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is making a big move, but this big move bypasses the Auror's office and leaves the Aurors aside. Is this reasonable? Is this right? This is definitely not right!
Scrinker wasn't the only one keeping an eye on Belvina; Deputy Director Pierce Sinkness also was.
For the past three days since taking office, Belvina has stayed in her office, either approving documents or knitting scarves, which makes Sinkness very uneasy.
Today, Belvina suddenly pulled out a stack of parchment and assigned tasks to the strikers and law enforcement team. Sinkness was completely unaware of this beforehand; he hadn't received a single word of it.
Now Pierce Sinkness was even more panicked. He felt isolated by his new boss and excluded from the core circle of the Department of Law Enforcement.
"Arthur," Belvina spoke again.
Arthur Weasley looked up, awaiting orders from the new director.
"Recently, some substandard magical protective products have appeared on the market. I need you to lead the formation of a new department to investigate and confiscate these counterfeit and shoddy goods."
Belvina paused for a moment, then continued, "In addition, Saul Crocker of the Department of Mysteries is making a batch of protective cloaks, and you are also in charge of this."
"No problem," Mr. Weasley said. "Hopefully the Silent Ones won't kick me out of the Department of Mysteries."
"Don't worry, they'll be very happy to see you, because then they won't have to see me," Belvina said helplessly. All she did was visit the Department of Mysteries a few more times, was that really so annoying?
"That's good. Our Silenced colleagues have never been easy to talk to," Mr. Weasley said. "I'll get the new department set up as soon as possible and keep in touch with Crocker."
The establishment of a new department to combat counterfeit and substandard magical protective equipment is intended to prevent unscrupulous merchants from making exorbitant profits and to protect citizens' property.
At the same time, the existence of the new department can also prevent some people from taking advantage of the situation to do evil and put dangerous black magic items on the market.
Maintaining communication with the Silent One, Thor Crook, gave Arthur Weasley a legitimate reason to enter and leave the Department of Mysteries: to protect the Prophecy Orb.
"Mafalda".
"exist."
Mafalda Hopkirk straightened her back to make herself stand out.
"Mafalda, the Office of the Prohibition of Magical Misuse has a heavy responsibility," Belvina said. "You not only need to protect Muggles from magical harm, but also keep an eye on the movements of werewolves and giants."
"No problem, Director," Hopkirk said. "I will keep in touch with the Department of Magic and Accidents and Disasters, as well as the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control."
"More than a decade ago, werewolves were almost always on the Dark Lord's side, and enough innocent people have been harmed by them. We can't let them run rampant again this time," Belvina said. "I don't want to see another fatal mistake like Fenrir Greyback's."
"No problem, Director," Hopkirk said. "After the meeting, I will immediately contact the werewolf registry to renegotiate the werewolf-related issues."
Seeing that most of the people in the conference room had received orders from the new director, Rufus Scrimgeour, the Auror's chief of staff, became even more restless.
As everyone knows, Aurors are the elite of the Ministry of Magic and the backbone of the Department of Law Enforcement. How could Scrimgeour not be worried when Belvina left the Auror offices aside?
"Director," Scrimgeour suddenly spoke, his tone curt.
"Is something wrong, Rufus?" Belvina said. "You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"
Although he was extremely anxious, Scrimgeour was unwilling to lose face and couldn't bring himself to ask for help, nor could he soften his attitude.
Since Scrimgeour is so concerned about saving face, then don't blame Belvina for not giving him any face. She has always been very vengeful, and she won't feel comfortable unless she makes things difficult for Scrimgeour.
"Director," Scrimgeour still couldn't bring himself to say, "have you forgotten something?"
This was the limit Rufus Scrimgeour could go on; he was a stubborn man who valued his reputation highly and simply couldn't bring himself to humble himself.
Gadwin Robards and Kingsley Shaker shook their heads helplessly. Scrimgeour was unlucky to have a leader like Belvina.
"Is there something I forgot to mention?" Belvina turned to Gemma Farley. "Hey, take a look at the memo."
Gemma Farley, understanding the unspoken message, pretended to open the memo, glanced at it quickly, and said, "No, Miss Black, everything that needed to be said has been said, and everything that needed to be arranged has been arranged."
"The Strikers and the Law Enforcement Team, the Office Against Misuse of Magic and the Office Against Misuse of Muggle Items—" Belvina pretended to count on her fingers, "I really forgot, and the Wizengamo Administration Office too!"
One sentence almost made Rufus Scrimgeour furious.
Why bring up the Wizengamo Administration Office when you're not mentioning the Animagus Registry?
The Wissengamo Administration Office is not Wissengamo; their role is to assist Wissengamo, and their main task is to organize documents.
Fortunately, there was Gadwin Robards in the Auror office. He wasn't a stubborn jerk like Rufus Scrimgeour who was obsessed with saving face; he was much more sensible than Scrimgeour.
"Miss Black, what about us? The Auror office," Gadwin said, pressing down on Scrimgeour to prevent his superior from saying anything more.
"How could I forget about the Auror Office? You are the most important department in the company."
As she spoke, Belvina looked reproachfully at Gemma Farley.
"I'm sorry, Miss Black." The young female assistant was very cooperative. "The Auror's office is on another page; I just missed it."
Rufus Scrimgeour was about to snort when Kingsley Shackler stopped him.
"Rufus," Belvina said slowly, "I think you just heard Fenrir Graybuck's name clearly."
Despite the double obstruction from Gadwin Robards and Kingsley Shackle, Scrimgeour snorted, partly to express his displeasure and partly to show that he had heard.
"Use all available resources, spare no expense, even dig three feet into the ground to find Greyback!" Belvina said coldly. "Find him, dead or alive!"
More than a decade ago, Fenrir Greyback was Voldemort's most useful weapon, and Voldemort used Greyback to threaten many wizards. This time, Fenrir Greyback must not be allowed to become Voldemort's weapon again.
For both public and private reasons, Fenrir Graybuck must die!