Somewhere near Ashdon.
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An owl knocked on Amelia Bones' window. Well, what else is there? Couldn't they have sent it by this morning? Amelia checked the owl, the envelope, the ribbon that the letter was tied to. Absolutely for nothing. Both the owl and the envelope and the ribbon were standard and harmless. Finally, after one more check, Madame took out the letter and started reading it, using her famous monocle.
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Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Mistress Amelia Bones, in person.
Mrs. Bones,
I've heard only good things about your work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. At the same time, my life and my freedom were being attempted on the Aurorat side.
That's why I can only trust you with such an important case.
You must be aware that on the night of November 17th to 18th, I stormed a slave house, resulting in the release of six children. I want to return the children to my parents by working with the DML, specifically you. The parents have already been warned, and to discuss the details of the return operation, I am waiting for you at Grimmauld Place 12 by 10 pm today. The situation needs to be resolved quickly, to the overall joy of the children and parents. You are required to check the identity of the parents.
Your safety at the meeting is guaranteed.
Sincerely
Harry James Potter, heir to the Black family.
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Cheeky boy. Raising a Muggle didn't add Harry Potter's charm. Ambush? I don't think anyone's going to kill her now, it's not war. Harry Potter can kill, give him an excuse, but killing someone is simple and familiar to him. But its "guaranteed," and it's not good for him. Amelia left home in a hurry to call the Night Knight.
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12 Grimmauld Place 12, living room, around 10 p.m.
"Glad you responded so quickly to my invitation, Mrs. Bones. Please, have a seat."
I pointed to a mined sofa. We need to do something about it. A mined couch or something? Or shouldn't we? A mined couch is so depressing after all. Although I'm sure all the aristocrats have the same thing, only magic. Let's not get away from society.
"Mr. Potter, do you understand what you're doing?"
I was looking at this naive woman. Being small isn't always convenient. Every "adult" is trying to push you around.
"I understand perfectly, Madame Bones. I'm solving the crisis in this forgotten Merlin nation that you've all created by inaction.
It was you who allowed Dumbledore, in the lifetime of many of my relatives, to steal me and enslave me. Me, declared by you all to be the savior of the nation.
You are the one with the bloody slave traders thriving.
You are the Death Eaters, instead of burning in hell, sitting in Azkaban waiting to be released. Not today, so the "amnesty" would have passed a year later and hello to their families. Kill and kidnap all you want.
It was in front of you that the Aurorat seriously wanted to capture me to brainwash me and give the bearded intrigue to the head of Wizengamot.
It's in front of you when he killed his student with a troll, he had nothing for it.
Do you have anything to argue with the case? Modern "power" through its actions and omissions has earned itself more than one kiss from a dementor. I'm only communicating with you at all because you have a reputation for not liking all these cattle. So answer me a question.
Are you helping me get my kids back to their parents, or not? I can do that myself. But if corrupt freaks from the Aurorat come to me to try and arrest me under the pretext of clarification. I will kill them. And then I'll kill all the bastards who sent them. And the Aurorat, as an organization, will be extinguished in Britain, I promise you that. I'll ask you one more time. Will you help me get the kids back to their parents, or not?
It is not every day that the head of the DML is told of her complete professional impotence. Let her think about it, maybe she'll think about it.
"Yes, I will!"
"Then let's do it. Kreacher! Bring me the papers I warned you about today."
Kreacher turned around in a second and a half.
"Here you go," I gave Bones six sheets of paper. "These are the results of my child survey. My appeals to my relatives and their response. Find the relatives and check their identities. I'm not giving the kids to anybody. I'll tell you right away, if they're not around, I'll take care of the kids myself. I won't let the cattle you all let me have."
Something's not working out. Well, there's no need for Bones to humiliate me. She didn't do anything herself, so she's still trying to get in the way of those who can.
After what she said, Bones wasn't in the mood for long conversations either. Well, he's put an end to the conversation.
"Do the right thing, and we'll continue to cooperate. You don't want Voldemort back, which leaves only you and Susan of the Bones family? And he may well be reborn by the Horcrux. Are you familiar with that concept? Plus, I don't think you'll be ready to fight this time when Voldemort is reborn. He'll finish what he didn't finish last time.
"If you, Mr. Potter, are such a knight on a white horse, will you tell me what happened to Weasley? Was it necessary to clean them up to solving the crisis in England?"
"With them, Madame Bones, there was universal justice. Too much vile they had done, and too much vile they intended to do. The very magic itself rose against them and hit and took revenge. Because the family of vile blood traitors should not have planned to destroy the Ancient of Potters and the Ancient and Noble of Black. They were the ones who kept Peter Pettigrew.
They knew that the innocent Sirius Black was sitting in Azkaban not guilty. It never occurred to their rat brain that some actions simply could not go unpunished. Any other questions?"
"I think that's enough for today. I'll try to bring the parents as soon as possible."
"Okay. And I'll try to spin the chains of kidnappers, suppliers, and buyers. And if you have the courage, you will join me in solving these and other problems."
I got up, and Bones got up.
"Kreacher! Show Ms. Bones out. And come back, I'm going to need you."
In a minute, I had Kreacher.
"Come on, show me where you put the new guest. Which one's the guest, though?" Kreacher smiled to his ears.
"Show me!"
I went down to the basement. One Captured slave trader was a werewolf. If he hadn't been a werewolf, he'd have died after Edward fired a four-inch grenade. The shapeshifter guaranteed excellent regeneration. There's a lot to ask him. He'll tell everything. The second magician was bad. But he was alive. While he was alive.
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In the meantime, Amelia Bones has raised the entire DML operational team on alert.
And by midnight, the parents of the four children had arrived at the DML location. And while her staff was carrying out their duties, Amelia thought. What's going on in the country? Six children are missing, but Magic Britain lives as if nothing had happened. The Daily Prophet doesn't print portraits of the missing. Cases of kidnappers must be dusting the Aurorat. It's a filthy, twisted world. And with this little maniac, she has a chance for revenge. Sweet, nice revenge! He's reduced the number of eaters so dramatically, there's not much left. Maybe even he organized their escape from Azkaban to make it easier to get them. Yaxley, Malfoy, Crabb, and Goyle, Avery, McNair, Nott, Snape. And they all lived all those ten years because Dumbledore sang in court about the power of repentance. They've lived too long in this world. And her family is rotting in the ground.
"Daddy. Mama. Edgar. Marie. I'll get revenge! I swear, I'll get revenge! Every eater will die! And their most important defender, too. You will live in my heart. But those bastards will die!"
Amelia wiped her tears. You can't appear before your subordinates like that. The sooner she's done with this case, the easier it will be for her to deal with Potter.
By dawn, four children had returned to their families.
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The captured prisoner gave me very interesting information. The kidnappers received information about future victims of abduction and slavery directly from the Ministry. In the form of a catalog! The Improper Use of Magic Office recorded all children not living in the manors under magical protection. All the bastards had to do next was throw away the strong Muggle-born children who could get to Hogwarts, and therefore they would be sought out. And throw away children from strong and rich families.
And that's it. The child slave trade in Magic England is limited to consumption. How many customers need, how many children will be kidnapped.
There's no point in making such dirt public. Skeeter's not helping on a salary, and there's no way to stop it. But to put pressure on the important bumps and capture the minds and hearts. I just have to do that. I have to write an invitation to Madame Bones for dinner, at 8:00 p.m., at headquarters. The village has been discovered anyway.
Bloody hell! The children must be moved immediately. Not tonight, the Spider's mercenaries are coming to see me tomorrow. There's going to be a fight and it better not be civilians here.
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Naruto Clones vs. Wizards
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Fletcher carried a strong body odour of tobacco and stale alcohol.
The blonde got some shurikens. He stuck one in the wizard.
Fletcher opened his bloodstained eyes and began to murmur and act as an outrage. Then the wizard saw the calm gaze of blue eyes.
"Third year of training. Interrogation practice. This is my new exam! Let's see how I remember this subject. I know your name. You're Mundungus Fletcher. You're going to tell me everything. I don't believe you. You're going to get hurt. Not enough blood, a lot of pain," said the blond quietly.
Naruto stuck the shurikens in special places on the wizard's body.
Fletcher's body started shaking and wriggling in pain. A grimace appeared on his face and the wizard began to make a loud noise.
"Suffer in silence!"