fictionpage Chapter 154: Deaths, Injuries and Plans
Chapter 154: Deaths, Injuries and Plans
"One team and two teams to help the wounded, three teams to guard, and four teams to watch over these guys. year
A series of orders were given by officials.
Let the Aurors become orderly in an instant.
"Why are you here?"
Mr. Foley was a little angry.
"Didn't I ask you to protect your mother and Greengrass?"
"I'll see if you need help."
Braun answered Mr. Foley while staring at the captured fugitives.
He hadn't seen anyone other than Miranda just now.
You know, in order to avoid being hunted down by the Death Eaters before, he had seen pictures of most of them.
Since I haven't seen it, it means that these guys should be the prisoners in Azkaban who are trapped by Voldemort.
Grabbing a bunch of minions might be worth something to 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 too.
But it was useless for them to come now, the Death Eaters had already run out.
They had to register them while appeasing the shocked wizards.
The Braun and Daphne families are no exception.
However, as a pure-blood family, there are still some preferential treatment.
Together with the wizards who had just faced the Death Eaters, they were invited into the VIP box to watch the show.
Braun watched bored as the employees asked worthless questions.
Mr. Foley, who had just been called away, returned.
"How about Albert?"
Mrs. Foley asked worriedly.
Mr. Foley sighs:
"Three were dead and more than a dozen were injured, and although the action was fast, no one expected those guys to do it directly.
Fudge's guy is also here and is having a headache about how to solve this matter.
After all, you know too.
There are always some family members who can participate in the opera party, and it is difficult to say that one does not handle the Ministry of Magic well, but Fudge's ministerial position must be finished.
Mr. Foley's voice was low, and he looked left and right after speaking.
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 outside were spotted in advance, everyone did not go through the main entrance but went around the side door at the other end.
But Fudge, as Minister of Magic, and the magical employees didn't leave so easily.
They are like a piece of fat attracting sharks who smell blood around them.
The camera was almost stabbed in their faces.
With a clicking sound, white smoke continues to emanate from the camera.
Those reporters seemed to think that the negatives did not need money, and the photos were taken one after another.
But none of this has anything to do with the Foleys.
They told Daphne in Diagon Alley.
The Braun family returned home in a carriage.
Mrs. Foley had long since regained her composure at this moment.
After instructing Braun to rest early, he also took care of himself and prepared to take a shower.
It can be seen that although the shock has recovered on the surface, there is inevitably some worry in his heart.
"What's going on today dad? The Ministry of Magic got the news in advance?"
Braun asked hesitantly.
"This is what I asked when I went to a meeting at the Ministry of Magic the other day, and the head of the Auror Department is the guy you met today.
He learned from an informant that the guy named Miranda was related to Voldemort.
In order to be able to get that guy out.
The Ministry of Magic 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 I had gotten the news earlier, I wouldn't have let you go to that concert. 99
Mr. Foley's eyes were filled with chagrin.
Although his wife and children are fine, if he does it 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..."
Before Braun could finish his words, he saw Mr. Foley shake his head.
"This is impossible, those informants have made an oath of silence, which is a constraint that belongs exclusively to the Department of Mystery.
They will never reveal the news.
I think that guy must have been discovered by Voldemort.
I hope Merlin will bless and let that guy be safe and sound!
Braun looked at Mr. Foley, who had a compassionate face, and secretly disdained.
If the informant had really been discovered by Voldemort, he would have 'drilled his heart' or gnawed a big melon.
Instead of wishing him safety and soundness, it is better to wish him a whole corpse.
"By the way, there is a banquet at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and you will come with me." 35
Braun grimaced:
"Dad, you know..."
Mr. Foley waved his hand:
"Don't be too busy refusing.
The prom wasn't the point, the point was that Fudge was going to give in. 35
B150 Lawn didn't quite understand what Mr. Foley meant.
"Fudge's position was already unstable.
Coupled with today's incident, he will definitely seek support.
Before I returned, I heard that the director of the Auror Division was now the most vocal.
In other words, Fudge is likely to be replaced.
And if you want to hold his position, you can only come to us..."
After father and son finished talking, Braun went upstairs.
In the bedroom, Braun stood in front of the window and looked out the window at the peaceful and quiet night, only to feel that his mood gradually became calmer.
"I knew that Voldemort guy wouldn't be honest so easily!35
Braun looked at the dark mark on his arm with a faint burning dark mark and a smile on his mouth.
He had long been able to remove this mark, but he had other thoughts in his mind so he kept it on his body.
"Let me see what you are going to do!"
Closing his eyes, Braun's mind sank into the imprint on his arm.
Faintly, a picture appeared in front of Braun.
Voldemort, who had long since recovered in the flesh, sat in a luxurious chair.
Below stood the Death Eaters to whom he was loyal.
And a lewd-looking middle-aged man was tied and knelt on the ground.