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The striker and the Auror stood in front of the Leaky Cauldron, suffering as the cold wind blew by, giving rise to goosebumps all over their bodies.

In the Minister of Magic's office.

The scene was very hot.

The newly appointed Minister of Magic and her confidant, Scrimgeour, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, are about to start a fight.

Mr. Scrimgeour's movements were large and exaggerated, showing his anger, and his voice could not be suppressed and penetrated. Fortunately, the office here was full of magic, and the quarrel between the two people did not affect others.

Besides, there's no one else here.

"We have to do something, Susan. We can't sit back and wait for this to happen any longer."

Scrimgeour waved his hands exaggeratedly and shouted, signaling to Ms. Bernsch with his eyes that we don't have much time.

Ms. Bernsch is no longer polite.

You can see it.

She was also full of anger.

She said righteously: "Call me Ms. Burnsch, or Minister! This is in the Ministry of Magic! This is in the Minister's Office. Pay attention to your attitude, Rufus! You are talking to your boss!"

She raised her fingers, pointed them at the table, and clicked three times.

But you can see it.

Ms. Bernsch was still a little undecided.

She looked at Scrimgeour in front of her: "This matter is too risky, Rufus. It's not that no one wants to attack Gringotts, but what will happen to them..."

"The end is tragic, right? Retirement, death, the Ministry of Magic has never lacked all kinds of rumors and conspiracy theories, but so what?

Have they never seen an enemy as powerful as us?

Have they seen Voldemort?

There is nothing worse than being killed by Voldemort, Ms. Burnsch.

You don’t need me to tell you how terrifying Voldemort is, right?

Your relatives, my friends, everyone who dared to resist, and those who dared not resist, died in his hands.

He is scary enough in his own right, let alone his followers.

If he comes back now, with his powerful dark wizard servants, dragons, giants, and dementors, if they unite.

With all due respect, Minister, under such circumstances.

Do we still have a chance of winning?

If Gringotts also followed Voldemort.

Madam... (Duwei stared at Ms. Bernsch, looking at Ms. Bernsch's increasingly panicked face)

Madam, we don't have many allies, and we don't have many options.

The only person Voldemort is afraid of, our greatest wizard, Mr. Dumbledore, has his own ideas, and he will not join us and obey our orders.

We can't really place all our hopes on him.

We don't know what he wants to do, and he doesn't believe that we will let him do it.

Just like when he tried to protect Snape.

He never told us why, just one sentence: 'Mr. Severus Snape is my spy'.

But, Snape, did he pass on any useful news to us?

Miss?

Do we have a double agent on Voldemort's side?

No.

We are completely transparent with Voldemort. Voldemort knows everything we want to do.

We also need an informant like Snape, but unfortunately, we can't do it.

Even if Snape is really Dumbledore's informant, what's the use?

Can we share information with Mr. Dumbledore?

Can Professor Dumbledore tell us everything?

cannot.

Therefore, we can only rely on ourselves.

The best Dumbledore can do now is to protect Harry Potter. Madam, ask yourself (he pointed his wand at his heart in excitement, and the veins on Scrimgeour's forehead appeared), can we really count on Harry Potter?

Defeat Voldemort again?

Can we really expect a teenage wizard, who can't even cast a few magic spells, to save the wizarding world?

If this is the case, why should they?

With ‘fainting’?

No kidding, ma'am.

We can only rely on ourselves. We all know that there are some people in the Ministry of Magic who particularly hope that Voldemort will return. They want to defeat us all the time. If we fail, what will happen to the magical world?

Have you thought about this question?

We cannot retreat, retreat is death.

More than just our death.

It's not just you and me.

It’s you, it’s us, the children attending Hogwarts, the mixed-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards who are working and studying!

If we fail, they will all die, everyone, they will die!

Madam, are you still hesitating?

The mass escape of Azkaban's Death Eaters is a big scandal. Even if we say that we intercepted them at the dock, will those pure-blood families who have their hearts set on Voldemort let us go?

No, let me tell you, no, minister, they will only publicize this point and tell the entire magical world about our dereliction of duty. We must do something to stop these people's mouths. We need a bigger news.

, to block this news and to prove our attitude.

After a surprise attack on Gringotts, I got the address and name of Gringotts' top brass.

Their crimes are all ready-made.

Only if we occupy Gringotts, reveal the collusion between goblins and Voldemort, and throw a group of pure-blood wizards into Azkaban to attract firepower, will we have a way to survive, and the struggle begins.

The wizarding world needs a place full of corpses.

Not ours.

It’s theirs.”

Ms. Bernsch was moved.

She crossed her arms, tapping her fingers uneasily on her arms, looking at Scrimgeour, and then turned away, as if she was thinking about it.

Dewey Jones looked at Ms. Burnsch and made the final decision: "Everything is ready, madam, all I need is your nod. Tomorrow morning, before people have reacted, the Death Eaters will break out of prison en masse.

We will do three major things.

First, we sniped at Voldemort and his escaped servants at the dock, protecting a large number of Muggles from being killed.

Second, we found evidence that the goblins had evil intentions and put out the flames of their rebellion.

Third, we defeated the goblins' conspiracy and took control of Gringotts.

Each of the latter two is more eye-catching than the Death Eaters' prison break."

Dowey Jones walked over and put his hands on the table without hesitation.

Looking directly at Ms. Bernsch opposite.

Frau Bernsch looked directly at him.

She licked her lips that were dry due to nervousness.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

She asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes I know."

Dowey Jones also responded clearly: "I know what I am doing, so, madam, if I fail, all the responsibility will be on me. The Ministry of Magic can do without me, but it cannot do without you."

Ms. Bernsch was a little angry: "That's not what I meant."

Dowey Jones tilted his head, put on his hat, straightened his clothes and said: "But that's what I mean, Minister.

We don't have much time.
To be continued...