Hogwarts: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Hermione at the back end

"The first and second teams rescued the wounded, the third team was responsible for guarding, and the fourth team was guarding these guys. "

A barrage of orders from the officials followed.

Let the Aurors instantly become organized.

"Why are you here?"

Mr. Foley is a little angry.

"Didn't I tell you to protect your mother and Greengrass?"

"I'll see if you need help. "

Braun replied to Mr. Foley as he stared at the captured fugitives.

He hadn't seen any of these guys except for the one Miranda just now.

You know, in order to avoid being chased by the Death Eaters, he had seen photos of most of them.

Since I haven't seen them, it means that these guys should be Azkaban's prisoners who are being held hostage by Voldemort.

Catching a bunch of minions may be worth that Miranda.

Braun thought to himself.

Just as the Aurors were helping the wounded.

A group of Ministry of Magic employees apparently got the news as well.

But it's useless for them to come now, the Death Eaters have long since run out.

They had no choice but to appease the frightened wizards and register them.

The Braun and Daphne families were no exception.

However, as a pure-blood family, there are still some preferential treatments.

They were invited into the VIP box where they were watching the show, along with the wizards who had just faced off against the Death Eaters.

Braun watched boredly as the employees asked worthless questions.

Mr. Foley, who had just been called away, has returned.

"How's Albert?"

Mrs. Foley asks worriedly.

Mr. Foley sighs:

"Three dead, and a dozen wounded, although the action was fast, but no one expected those guys to do it directly.

Fudge's guy is here too, and he's having a headache about how to fix this.

After all, you know that too.

There are always some family backgrounds who can participate in the opera, and it's hard to say if the Ministry of Magic can't handle it well, but Fudge's ministerial position will be over. "

Mr. Foley's voice is low, and he looks left and right as he finishes.

I was relieved to find that no one was paying attention here.

By the time Braun and his party left the opera hall, it was already midnight.

Because the reporters guarding the outside had been spotted in advance, the crowd did not go through the main entrance but went around through the side door at the other end.

However, Fudge, as Minister of Magic, and the magical employees did not leave so easily.

They are like a piece of fat that attracts the sharks around them who smell blood.

The camera was almost stabbed in their faces.

With a click, the camera constantly emits white smoke.

Those reporters seemed to think that the negatives didn't cost money, and the photos were taken one after another.

But none of this has anything to do with the Foley family.

Say goodbye to Daphne in Diagon Alley.

Braun's family returned home in a horse-drawn carriage.

Mrs. Foley had regained her composure by this moment.

After instructing Braun to rest early, he also prepared to take a shower on his own.

It can be seen that although the shock has recovered on the surface, it is inevitable that there is still some worry in the heart.

"What's going on today, Dad, the Ministry of Magic got the news ahead of time?"

Braun asked hesitantly.

"This was suggested by the Aurors when I went to the Ministry of Magic for a meeting the other day, and the same guy you met today.

He knew from an informant that the guy named Miranda had something to do with Voldemort.

In order to be able to find that guy out.

The Ministry of Magic had planned such an operation.

It's just that according to the news, after the concert ended, I don't know why it was suddenly advanced. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

If I had gotten the news, I wouldn't have let you go to that concert. "

Mr. Foley has a look of chagrin in his eyes.

Although his wife and children are fine, if he does it all over again, he will definitely not let his wife and son participate.

Because no one can predict what will happen.

"Could something be wrong with that informant?" mutiny......

Braun hadn't finished his sentence when he saw Mr. Foley shake his head.

"This is impossible, the informants have taken an oath of silence, a constraint that belongs exclusively to the Department of Mysteries.

They will never give out the news.

I think that guy must have been discovered by Voldemort.

I hope Merlin will bless him and let that guy be safe and sound!"

Braun looked at Mr. Foley with a sympathetic look on his face, and his heart was secretly disdainful.

If the informant had really been discovered by Voldemort, he would have cut out his heart or gnawed on a big melon.

Instead of wishing him safe and sound, it is better to wish him a whole corpse.

"By the way, tomorrow there is a banquet in the Ministry of Magic, you come with me. "

Braun grimaced:

"Dad, you know ......"

Mr. Foley waves his hand:

"Don't be too busy saying no.

The prom wasn't the point, the point was that Fudge was going to give in. "

207 Lawne didn't quite understand what Mr. Foley meant.

"Fudge's position was precarious.

Coupled with today's incident, he will definitely seek support.

Before I returned, I had heard that the head of the Aurors Division was now the most vocal.

In other words, Fudge is very likely to be replaced.

And if you want to hold his position, you can only come to us......"

After the father and son finished talking, Braun went upstairs.

In the bedroom, Braun stood in front of the window and looked out at the peaceful and quiet night, only to feel that his mood gradually became calmer.

"I knew Voldemort wasn't going to be honest so easily!"

Braun looked at the faintly burning black mark on his arm, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He had been able to remove this mark a long time ago, but he had other thoughts in his heart, so he kept it on his body.

"Let me see what you're going to do!"

Closing his eyes, Braun's mind was immersed in the imprint on his arm.

Faintly, a picture appeared in front of Braun.

Voldemort, who had long since recovered his body, sat in a plush seat.

Below stood the Death Eaters of his loyalty.

And a middle-aged man with an obscene appearance was tied up and knelt on the ground.