Little Hangleton, the Riddle House living room.
With the evacuation order transmitted, the silent Riddle House transformed into a temporary transit station.
Erina sat at the end of the long table in the living room, reviewing reports sent back by various regional task forces while questioning the action team leaders responsible for this "clean-up" operation: "Has anyone found ancient rune records? Are there any remaining stone tablets in the European Ministry of Magic?"
Kurt Meyer shrugged, exchanged glances with several colleagues around him, and quickly replied.
"Just a moment, I can take a look..."
He drew his wand and tapped the stack of documents, and the words "runes" and "runic characters" floated into the air.
They fell lightly like a spider web suspended from the ceiling, and Erina noticed that the text on many of the documents began to flicker.
It seemed as if a strong wind suddenly blew through the living room, causing the action record lists to turn continuously, finally stopping at some record pages that were branded with faint magical light. Kurt Meyer picked up the "search results" and examined them carefully before shaking his head and saying.
"Sorry, Miss, we didn't find any new runic inheritance tablets."
"That's a pity." Erina replied with a hint of disappointment.
It seemed that Grindelwald's plundering of the European magical world decades ago was very thorough. Even after several decades, no new runic inheritance had been re-incorporated into the warehouses of various countries' Ministries of Magic. If she wanted to master new ancient runes, she would still have to work on those old wizards.
At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional, lamenting that the magical research of various countries' Ministries of Magic was too lagging and slow.
Judging from the current progress, let alone "epoch-making" magical achievements, the magical world hadn't even recovered the knowledge from decades ago.
"Modern wizards are inferior to ancient wizards, which is simply outrageous... Magic isn't a tide of spiritual energy."
Erina glanced at the documents related to runic research that were placed together and muttered in a low voice before asking:
"So, all the European wizard household registration data and historical adjudication files have been obtained?"
"Yes." Kurt Meyer replied affirmatively, "The British Ministry of Magic is the last batch. All relevant archives of the target magical world were completely emptied at the first moment, but the specific data is still being sorted. Here is a rough directory list and completion status..."
This old man, a former core member of the "Wizard Supremacist Party," took out several documents and handed them to Erina with some pride.
"After the evacuation order was issued, I had them compile this list file to facilitate an overview and coordination."
"Hmm? This is... a timely operational summary report?"
Erina looked at Kurt with slight surprise, looking at the report in her hand with some joy.
It had to be said that compared to Voldemort's uneven subordinates, Grindelwald's former followers were almost comprehensively superior in terms of appearance, strength, IQ, and EQ. Most importantly, they also had a strong ability to learn and accept new things.
She had only mentioned a few words before, but she didn't expect it to appear in this operation—the Heavenly Mandate Group's execution was even stronger than she thought.
Kurt Meyer glanced at the surprise in "Miss's" eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said calmly.
"Yes, that's right. If you think there are any omissions or supplements, we still have a surplus to remedy—"
"Understood, thank you very much. I'll take a rough look to see if there are any problems."
Erina nodded, waved her wand, made the light in the living room brighter, and focused on reading the documents at hand.
"Wizard residence addresses, family members, surrounding environment in the UK... Hmm? The Ministry of Magic is doing things after all, the household registration statistics work is quite good, these data are directly archived, and then entered into the system on the Succubus City side to delineate the residential areas of wizards in various places."
"Wizengamot court records, Greek Magic Tribunal judgment notes... Except for the UK, put a copy back—"
"Related research manuscripts and materials from the Department of Mysteries? Let me see—the Ministry of Magic is really guarding a gold mine and begging for food."
"Hmm? Why don't I see anything from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office? And the Misuse of Magic Office... If there's time, tell our people to take these things away as well. There's no need to worry about sports, and clean up the documents from the Transportation Department as well."
Erina frowned and flipped through the documents a few times before turning to look at the wizards standing by and instructing.
"Also, don't take away the documents from the Muggle Liaison Office. I'm worried they won't know who to send warnings to when the time comes..."
The efficiency of the Heavenly Mandate Wizards greatly exceeded Erina's expectations, or more accurately, the defense loopholes within the Ministry of Magic were completely beyond her previous expectations. All the backhands for protection magic and mechanisms were useless—except for a little effort in the Floo Network, the Heavenly Mandate Wizards walked into the Ministry of Magic as if entering an uninhabited place, directly waving their wands to dismantle everything that could be taken away without any twists and turns.
Under this circumstance, Erina had to adjust the ability assessment level for the Ministries of Magic of various countries downward a bit.
After all, judging from the news from Tonks and Kingsley, the Ministry of Magic doesn't seem to have found a solution to the Floo Network crash yet.
No one knows how to reconnect the Floo Network... The wizards in the Floo Network Office only know how to connect and not how to repair it... It can't be that Hogwarts has to provide technical support, right? While Erina's thoughts were racing, a golden-red light suddenly lit up in the living room.
Erina subconsciously turned her head and saw a familiar face, a face she usually only saw at mealtimes.
Silver-white long beard, azure blue eyes, wearing half-moon glasses, long nose, but it looked like it had been broken at least twice. No one in the current magical world didn't recognize this wizard—Headmaster of Hogwarts, magical guardian, bane of the Dark Lord, and secret nurturer, Albus Dumbledore.
And next to Dumbledore was the goblin first mate of the Hyperion, who looked somewhat apprehensive.
"Yo, good evening, Professor Dumbledore."
Erina waved her hand calmly, reading the report at hand while saying.
"The Ministry of Magic hasn't found a way to repair the Floo Network yet, maybe you should go there and see if you can help—if you don't plan to tutor those clumsy graduates, you can directly look at the report if you have any questions... The data, lists, and task records are all here."
Before Dumbledore could speak, Erina waved her hand casually and continued to block the old man's interrogation in advance.
"You can see how bad the security of the Ministry of Magic is, so much important information and magical items, if they are like weeds on the street without any protective measures—if these fall into the hands of bad people, it would be more dangerous than it is now. Regarding the correctness of this series of actions, we can slowly discuss it after the end of tonight's action, but now you better choose to act, rather than engage in meaningless debates and accusations..."
"For example..."
Erina grabbed a handful of small fish-shaped rice from her chest and waved it in Dumbledore's direction.
The phoenix Fawkes let out a melodious cry and glided silently from the old wizard's shoulder, landing next to Erina and began pecking at the small snacks that were carefully cooked by the Hogwarts house-elves, completely unaware of the tense atmosphere in the living room.
On the other side, Erina touched the warm, smooth golden-red feathers of the phoenix and shook her head slightly at the surrounding wizards.
"Well, most of the things from the British Ministry of Magic are transiting here. If you insist on sending them back, then move them yourself. Otherwise, help me sort and review the action report together... Of course, or you can consider time travel or something—we took a lot of Time-Turners from the Ministry of Magic, and they haven't been sealed and destroyed yet. If there's anything you can use, feel free to use it..."
"...So—"
Dumbledore's mouth twitched as he looked at the cute angel face that was as powerless as it was a year ago next to a small mountain of Galleons.
For some reason, with Erina's voice, his originally faintly aching heart didn't hurt so much anymore. Perhaps he was finally getting used to this little witch's "surprise gifts". This kind of devilish murmur that acts first and reports later while being incredibly shrewd was really too difficult to deal with.
Dumbledore looked around at the Heavenly Mandate Wizards and the items and documents that were being inventoried and packaged, his beard trembling several times.
"In any case, your actions this time are too dangerous. Completely angering the Ministry of Magic is not a good—"
"Your Majesty, urgent intelligence!"
Just then, a sharp, ear-piercing voice suddenly interrupted Dumbledore's words.
Accompanied by a slight explosion, a goblin appeared in the living room and said to Erina in a hurry.
"Information from the Armenian Gringotts branch, a dozen members of the Ministry of Magic are gathered in the bank hall, hoping that Gringotts will provide them with assistance to recover the Ministry of Magic occupied by 'dark wizards'. Remote conference preparations have been completed, what are your Majesty's intentions..."
"Request for help? Oh, of course, of course, we have always been partners of justice!"
Erina was stunned for half a second, pursed her lips, and showed a charming smile, glancing at Dumbledore playfully.
"You see, Professor Dumbledore, you obviously have some misunderstandings—we are never the bad guys, we are reliable allies who stand on the side of the magical government and justice in times of crisis. Now I have to find a way to help the gentlemen of the Ministry of Magic, and I will leave the scene here to you. Anyway, your authority is the same as mine. If you have any opinions or dissatisfaction, just give orders directly. Peace and the future have always been in your hands."
"By the way, lend me Fawkes for a moment, after all... time is tight."
Erina blinked, picked up the newborn golden-red phoenix, and gently stroked its wings.
"Fawkes, do me a favor, I'm going to Gringotts Wizarding Bank—the one in Diagon Alley in London, you've been there before. Professor Dumbledore, do you have any objections? Or do you go yourself and rush to the Armenian magical world to help the Ministry of Magic repair the Floo Network?"
"...We need to have a good meeting when tonight's events are over."
Dumbledore was silent for a few seconds, took a deep look at the little witch who was becoming more and more powerless, and sighed softly.
"Well, go and come back quickly. Thank you, Fawkes."
He nodded slightly at the pure phoenix that had fallen into the clutches of the demon.
The firelight flickered, and the two disappeared into the living room.
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