Berlin, Allegraine.
Twenty minutes after the explosion, people gathered around him one after another. The explosion was so strong that it almost shook the entire Avenue of Heroes.
People were whispering. To be honest, since the destruction of Grindelwald, the entire German wizarding world has spent more than half a century in a stable life. It is rare for such an explosion to occur.
People from the Ministry of Magic were the first to arrive at the scene and immediately blocked off the fire and put out the fire. Their efficiency was astonishing. So when the masked man and Louis squeezed through the crowd and entered the scene, the Ministry of Magic's incident management department personnel had already extinguished the burning fire, leaving only a pile of incomplete ruins.
"Cyril!" A bespectacled Ministry of Magic official spotted the masked man, "Fortunately you came first, the situation at the scene is a bit bad."
"How is it? Phaedrus, have you found any casualties?" The masked man said in a serious tone. He squatted down and carefully observed the ruins. Aurors have a high status in the Ministry of Magic and represent the elite of the entire country, so the director of the Magical Incident Management Office couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the mask appear.
"No one has been found yet, and as far as we know, this place was originally an abandoned store, and there was no one inside at all."
"Abandoned store? What was it originally selling?"
"This used to be Grigovitch's store." Phaedrus explained. "The old man stopped selling wands a few years ago, so he vacated this store. Now he lives in peace and quiet on Unter den Linden. Woolen cloth."
"Are the others okay?"
"I've sent someone to check it out. This old man is still watering the flowers at home and has no idea what's happening in the magical world." Phaedrus said, "It's just that I don't understand why the arsonist would choose an unknown person if he wanted to attract attention. A small shop that people like.”
"It should just give us a deterrent." The masked man Cyril replied, "In the past ten years, the security in Germany has begun to become unstable. Although there is no particularly big movement, the things our Aurors have dealt with have More than in the last forty years combined.”
"Moreover, this explosion is the first to occur on the Avenue of Heroes in the past ten years. This also puts pressure on our Ministry of Magic."
"But who would do that?"
"Maybe there's only one answer."
As soon as he finished speaking, on the other side, the search staff discovered a mysterious black box with a vague pattern engraved on it, like a large triangle on the outside, a circle tangent to it inside, and a straight line perpendicular to the triangle in the middle. .
"It's the pattern of the Deathly Hallows." Louis blurted out at the side, reacting faster than the mask and Phaedrus, "This should be left by the saints."
"This is also the most likely possibility." The mask pondered, "Saint, Grigovitch, what is the connection between them..."
"You should probably think about wands, Cyril. If it was really the Saints who did it, they must be looking for something."
While the mask was thinking, several men wearing black trench coats appeared behind it. They all had serious faces and wore high black hats.
"Minister, and everyone on the council, why are you here?" Phedros's attitude instantly became a little respectful.
"If we don't come forward, I'm afraid the entire Nordic magic world will be in chaos." The leading man glanced at him, "Don't forget, Phaedrus, the last thing made me feel very dissatisfied, and in the end I let the Aurors It was only through his intervention that the Muggle's memory was cleared. What are the people in your incident management department doing?"
"Yes, Minister, I was negligent in my duty that time. I promise to complete the task successfully this time."
"It better be this way."
The serious expression of the German Minister of Magic was completely opposite to the British Fudge's attitude, but it coincided with that of the future Minister Scrimgeour.
"Minister, I think this matter should start with Grigovitch first." The masked man said, "This black box can be taken over by people from the mysterious investigation bureau of the ministry. I will go to Grigovitch personally."
"Well, Cyril, I can rest assured that you can handle the matter." The German Minister of Magic nodded, "Let's deal with this matter as soon as possible. What happened on the Avenue of Heroes is not a trivial matter."
"Yes, Minister!"
. . . . . .
After various investigations and evidence collection at the scene for a period of time, the two planned to leave the scene. As for the existence of Louis, the mask explained that he was a person sent by Dumbledore to investigate the Sirius incident. Although this explanation is a bit far-fetched, no one can guess what the thoughts of the number one white wizard in the wizarding world are like.
The German minister just glanced at Louis curiously, and then whispered something to the council members on the side. Louis could feel the glances of approval coming from his eyes from time to time.
Yes, it's a compliment, not a question. Because no one dares or would question Dumbledore's thoughts unless he was crazy.
"The old guy's address is here, you can just Apparate there." Phaedrus thrust the note into the masked man's hand, "But remember, he lives in a Muggle place, so don't use magic unless absolutely necessary. .”
"I know, I'm not as reckless as you." The mask snorted disdainfully, then pulled Lewis on, followed the space, and phantomed away.
After being compressed in the space for a while, Louis felt like he was crawling out of a squeezing pipe. Although he felt a little uncomfortable this time, he adapted quickly due to his previous experiences.
"Have you ever done Apparition before?" Mask was very surprised by his performance, because he knew exactly what it felt like when he Apparated for the first time.
"Yeah, but I don't like it very much." Louis shook his head and put that feeling behind him. The two came out of a small alley and saw a broad street full of tree-lined streets.
Unter den Linden is a relatively famous boulevard in Berlin. In Louis' impression, it is more than 1,400 meters long. Even in Germany in the 1990s, shortly after the fall of the Berlin Wall, it was still green and majestic.
"Unter den Linden, No. 108. That should be it." The mask led Louis to the large yellow building on the right. This should be regarded as a street apartment. The smell of barbecue comes from the surrounding restaurants, and Muggles hold beers and talk loudly.
The way Louis and the mask are dressed is indeed a different kind of existence.
"Hmm...how to use this?" Mask pressed the call bell at the door uncertainly, but there was no response.
He poked at the buttons with his fingers, not knowing where to start.
"Should I do it, Mr. Cyril?" Louis could only step forward awkwardly. In fact, they have a faster method, but surveillance is everywhere, and security in Berlin in the 1990s was pretty good.
Mask sheepishly gave way to Lewis, and under his operation, the door finally opened slowly after a while.
"Huh, Muggle things are really magical." The masked man sighed. If Mr. Weasley were here at this time, I'm afraid he would meet a once-in-a-lifetime soulmate.
The door to Grigovitch's house was not locked, and after the two of them knocked, the door opened automatically.
"Mr. Grigovitch?" Mask asked tentatively. No one seemed to be in the room.
However, after nearly ten seconds, Lewis felt that he was wrong, and a vicissitudes of voice came from inside.
"You are finally here, Cyril. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
