The moon was shining brightly in the middle of the sky, faintly illuminating the woods.
The winding path can be vaguely seen by the moonlight.
The location of the Quidditch World Cup was originally a muggle camping site close to an old forest.
Naturally, there is no lighting device.
As for the roads, most of them were opened up by people who like hunting.
Pyne Carrow, a member of the Saints who had been lurking in the Ministry of Magic for more than two years. At this time, he was walking cautiously to the depths of the woods.
Pius followed far behind him. In addition to maintaining the disillusionment charm, he walked very lightly, making sure not to make much noise.
But in this dark and silent forest, even a little sound can go a long way.
Just at this time, a dark cloud floated in the sky.
The moonlight was blocked by dark clouds, making the woods completely dark.
"Lumos!"
Payne held up his wand and moved on.
And Pius behind him had to slow down, walking in pursuit of the bright light ahead.
The two of them did not know how long they had been walking in the woods.
Pius only remembers the moon being obscured by dark clouds twice in the sky. He also almost lost track of the figure in front of him twice.
Finally, a forest cabin appeared in Pius' sight.
The cabin was very dilapidated, it didn't even have a door and there were marks left by sharp claws everywhere on the wood.
This is probably a place for hunters to take a short rest or avoid danger, but apparently it has been abandoned for a long time.
Pius approached cautiously. The closer he got to the cabin, the more excited his expression became.
Until he came to the door of the wooden house.
Hearing Pyne Carrow's voice from inside, he carefully strolled in, just to be greeted by a black wand pointing right at his face.
Watching the figure gradually appear in the air, Pyne smiled softly: "You have been working hard following me all the way, Deputy Director Thicknesse."
Pius shook his head, watching the figure in the room slowly walk over.
"Your Excellency, please forgive me for my previous rude behavior."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Pius? After what you've been through all these years."
Lucas turned to look at him.
Seeing Pius half-kneeling in front of him, he frowned slightly.
"Pius, didn't I say that you don't need to act like this?"
"Forgive me, I'm just too excited."
Seeing Pius' eyes showing such reverence for him, there was a hint of helplessness in Lucas' eyes.
"Pius, you got your limbs broken and even suffered spinal injuries, and had to live in St. Mungo's for half a year, I remember these."
"Everything is for the greater good, as long as it can help the leader, I am even willing to die."
"That's not okay, you are one of my most important partners."
Lucas took the wooden box from Pyne, opened it and placed it in front of Pius.
"I broke your wand back then, and I asked someone to repair it, see if it works properly."
Seeing the familiar wand again, Pius was very moved. He didn't expect Lucas to pay attention to such a small thing.
"Boss, you saved my life back then, my life is yours since then, you don't have to do this for me."
"You are still so stubborn, I was only 9 years old, I said I just met you by chance."
After Lucas finished speaking, he helped Pius up and the two walked out of the cabin.
Looking at the bright moonlight outside, Lucas said: "The Saints Group can enter England so smoothly, it is inseparable from your arrangements over the years."
"Without you, I would have been blocked from England three years ago by Aurors from Germany and France."
Pius stood behind him and said respectfully, "It's just some trivial things, I didn't expect the leader to remember them."
"This is not a trivial matter. It is because of you that we can take root in England, turn defeat into victory, regain the stores of the two countries, and re-infiltrate our power into the Ministry of Magic of the two countries."
"There are still the records of my trace over the years. If you hadn't dealt with them, I would have been summoned by the Wizengamot long ago, right?"
Pius just smiled slightly at this.
At this time a cool breeze blew from the depths of the woods with a little chill.
Accompanied by the breeze, there is also Lucas' cold voice.
"Tell me, how are things in your side going?"
Pius straightened his face, and replied in a low voice: "According to your instructions, I have a very good relationship with the head of the Auror office, Rufus Scrimgeour."
"In addition, during the past two years of getting along, I have subtly influenced him. At present, some colleagues in the Ministry of Magic are already dissatisfied with his handling style."
"As for the relationship with Cornelius Fudge, it is at a stage of deep contradictions. This is something that everyone in the Ministry of Magic knows."
Lucas nodded slightly: "What about the others?"
"For other people, I have always adopted a friendly way of getting along, and my popularity is not bad."
"That's good!" Lucas looked up at the moon in the sky.
Pius saw that he did not speak and chose to also keep quiet.
Until ten minutes later, he asked cautiously: "Leader, I heard from Pyne that that man is coming back. Is it true?"
"That's right, by this time next year at the latest, the news of his return will spread throughout the magic world."
Lucas turned to look at Pius.
"At that time, I will try to get Fudge out of office, and I want you to sit in the position of Minister of Magic, are you sure you can do it?"
Pierce did not immediately give an answer, but thought carefully for a long time.
Only then did he raise his head: "Don't worry, leader, I will firmly hold the position of Minister in my hands."
Seeing the strong confidence in his eyes, Lucas smiled slightly.
"At that time, Pyne and our people in the Ministry of Magic will help you. When you become a minister, you don't need to change anything. It will be the same as now."
"The way I get along with you is also..."
"In front of outsiders, you will keep treating me the same way you have been, even more vicious than now, understand?"
Pius frowned, and it took a long time before he nodded in agreement.
"When you become Minister, put Rufus Scrimgeour in your current position and make Pyne Carrow the head of the Auror Office."
"Ascending brightly and falling darkly?"
Lucas gave him an appreciative glance.
At least in Lucas's plan, the early stage is indeed ups and downs.
Whether Scrimgeour can save his life in the later stage depends on if he can seize the opportunity to change his destiny.
"In addition, Barty Crouch may not be able to be the director of the Department of Magical Cooperation next year."
"I arranged for the person to enter in advance, and tried to find a way for him to take over the position of director. Remember this appointment, and Fudge must personally come and issue it..."
Pius took careful note of everything Lucas said, then he just bid farewell to Lucas and returned to the camp alone.
Not long after, Lucas also returned to the tent using the void to travel.
Seeing Hermione sleeping on the couch, he cautiously approached her.
"Honey, why did you come out?"
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him: "I didn't see you when I got up just now, so I thought something might have happened to you."
Lucas sat on the sofa, hugged her and comforted her softly. After a while she fell asleep again.
That night, Hermione felt that she slept very soundly.
When she woke up the next day, she noticed that she was lying in Lucas' arms and that he actually sat on the sofa all night for her comfort.
"Fool, why didn't you wake me up?"
Hermione wanted to blame her boyfriend, but was afraid of waking him up by talking too loudly.
Unexpectedly, Lucas, who had his eyes closed, suddenly said: "Looking at you sound asleep, I couldn't bear to wake you up."
"You, why are you pretending to be asleep?"
"I've been awake all the time, have you gained a little weight recently? My arms are numb from the pressure."
"You are the fat one!"
Hermione got up and went back to her room, but she suddenly stopped halfway and asked, "Am I really getting fat?"
"Just kidding."
"Hmph!" Hermione rolled her eyes and ran back to the room quickly.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, the doors of the two rooms at the side were opened immediately.
Cho and Ginny poked their heads out to look at Lucas on the sofa, with obvious smiles in their eyes.
…
Time always slips away quietly and summer vacation is over before you know it.
The students once again set foot on the Hogwarts Express.
[Incompetent Ministry of Magic, Incompetent Fudge!]
[The festival of the Dark Wizards, Disgrace to England!]
[Saints Group, the best enterprise in the Magic World!]
Lucas closed the newspaper in his hand, Rita Skeeter's pen was still so strong.
He looked out the window with a smile, he was really looking forward to the upcoming school year.
Whether it's the Tournament or Babymort growing up. He just hopes it can bring him enough stimulation.
Speaking of the Triwizard Tournament, Lucas thought of Fleur Delacour whom he had met once in France.
"Lucas, do you remember what you promised me last year?"
Looking at Draco who broke into the compartment, Lucas blinked suspiciously.
Has he promised him so many things?
Cho tugged at the hem of his clothes and reminded him in a low voice: "Quidditch, you said you won't participate in any games this year."
"Yes, don't worry, I swear to Merlin, I will definitely not participate in a single game this year!"
After being assured, Draco left the carriage contentedly.
But once everyone arrived at the great hall and took their seats.
Draco was absolutely dumbfounded by the first words Dumbledore said.
"I announce that, for special reasons, this year's Quidditch Cup will not be held."
There was an immediate uproar in the room, and the Weasley twins even jumped to their feet in protest.
In the Slytherin long table Draco looked at Lucas who was sitting in his usual place with cold eyes.
If eyes could kill, Lucas must have been riddled with countless holes at this moment.
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