Britishempire, the largest nation in human history to date.

At its peak, the British Empire's territory spanned all seven continents, including Antarctica, and the four oceans. There was always sunlight shining on British soil, which is why many preferred to call this period of the British Empire the "Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets."

Even before the non-magical British government reached its zenith, the brilliance of the British magical world had already reached all corners of the globe.

Whether it be America, Germany, Russia, Japan, India, Australia...

Perhaps in these places, there still remained some magical traditions of their own, but the cornerstones of their magical worlds were now all built upon "Anglo-Saxon" magic originating from runic magic - whether it be spells, potions, alchemy, magical creatures... at least 70% of the content and textbooks taught by Hogwarts professors would simultaneously appear in the classrooms of the other ten "certified" magic schools worldwide.

Unfortunately, the rate at which the British magical world produced "new knowledge" was significantly lower than the learning speed of the magical worlds of other countries.

As time went on, just as the "British Empire" waned, the glory of the British magical world gradually faded.

When Cornelius Fudge was still serving as Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, these worries were merely content for casual conversation during their work and lives. But from the moment he became Minister for Magic, these past glories became an obsession weighing on his heart.

If Millicent Bagnold, who hurriedly took office during the height of the Second Wizarding War, aimed to defeat the dark magical forces.

Then, in the eyes of many British wizards, in this peaceful era, the mission of the Minister for Magic was only one:

"To restore the past glory of the British magical world."

However, judging from the current situation, Cornelius Fudge's "luck" seemed to have arrived again.

The academic reforms at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had begun to yield results.

"McGonagall's Three-Step Transfiguration," "Potion Assembly Line Production," "Magical Era," "Ghost Cuisine"...

In the foreseeable future, disruptive new magical concepts and techniques would emerge in explosive fashion. Hogwarts would soon regain its status as the mecca of magical academia with unstoppable momentum. Various Ministries of Magic had even proactively established offices around the school.

On the other side, the Magical Creatures Association led by Newt Scamander, as well as the new "Magical Species Classification," had also begun to make their voices heard.

Even if Cornelius Fudge did not understand the mysteries within, he clearly understood the importance of laying the foundation for a discipline.

The glory of the British magical world would soon bloom again in the magical world.

However, the only fly in the ointment, in Cornelius Fudge's view, was that it would be most wonderful if the modifier "under the leadership of the Minister for Magic" could be added after this line - the academic leader of Hogwarts was Dumbledore, and the founder of the New Era Magical Creatures Association was Newt Scamander. The Ministry of Magic and he were merely lucky enough to live in the same era as these giants.

And tonight, Cornelius Fudge suddenly grasped that thread of opportunity that would allow him to stand at the peak of the wave.

Dumbledore was not an omniscient and omnipotent god. In his haste, he made a very ridiculous mistake, a mistake so elementary that Cornelius Fudge could weaken the old wizard's reputation and authority severely by simply sending a letter, or by quietly waiting for dawn.

Even without the "High Inquisitor" from Hogwarts actively launching an attack, Dumbledore's "old age" would be equated with "muddleheadedness."

In this way, Cornelius Fudge and his Ministry of Magic could naturally get rid of the invisible pressure from Dumbledore.

Just like when he ran for Minister for Magic, he didn't have to do anything, and the favor of the goddess of fate descended.

However, compared to sitting back and enjoying the success... Cornelius Fudge wanted even more this time.

"Count the numbers, Mr. Scrimgeour, we're ready to leave."

Cornelius nodded to the Head of the Auror Office, trying to suppress the excitement in his heart and said calmly.

"If I remember correctly, the Auror Command just underwent an expansion. Now is a perfect opportunity for live combat - our numbers are three times that of the French Aurors, and our experience in arresting werewolves is world-leading. The werewolf problem will end in our hands."

"But Minister, they haven't broken the law, and they're in the Armenian magical world..."

"Unregulated werewolves are a danger to the magical community - perhaps they have disguised themselves well usually, but tonight, they are all bloodthirsty, savage, dark creatures without any humanity. This is a joint operation by the European magical world. As for how many innocent people they have harmed, the International Confederation of Wizards and the Wizengamot will find out one by one later, understand?"

"But..."

Scrimgeour frowned heavily, hesitant to speak.

From his heart, he never agreed with the werewolf policy proposed by Umbridge from the very beginning.

While the two were talking, a green fire ignited in the fireplace not far away.

"So what exactly happened? Minister? Mr. Scrimgeour?"

A middle-aged witch with gray hair and a monocle walked out of the fireplace quickly. She was even wearing pajamas under her cloak.

Unlike the other two men, Amelia Bones, as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was directly "bombed" awake by a Howler in her sleep. She didn't even bother to change her clothes, and after casually throwing a cloak over herself, she Apparated to the Ministry of Magic through her home's fireplace.

Amelia Bones's gaze roamed over the Aurors in the hall, her brows furrowing heavily.

"What did Dumbledore say in the letter, Armenia, werewolves..."

"Oh, these actually--" Scrimgeour was about to explain according to what he and Fudge had just discussed.

"That's right, it seems I don't need to explain too much."

Just then, Cornelius Fudge suddenly interrupted the Head of the Auror Office.

"Since the British Ministry of Magic implemented the 'Werewolf Special Regulatory Law,' although the werewolf threat in the UK has been greatly reduced, the overall situation in the European magical world has not improved. Therefore, we have decided that the British Ministry of Magic will take the lead, uniting the European magical world to conduct a secret large-scale werewolf suppression operation. Now the Aurors from various Ministries of Magic are in place, and most of the werewolves in Europe are trapped in the Armenian forest..."

"Wait, wait—why don't I know anything about these things?"

Amelia Bones was stunned for half a second, her lips pursing tightly, the monocle reflecting light.

"This is the result of a secret meeting of Ministers of Magic from multiple countries. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the plan, we kept it confidential on a small scale."

Cornelius Fudge said calmly. He felt his palms beginning to sweat, but his voice and tone became more and more natural and fluent.

"The gentlemen from the International Confederation of Wizards should be setting off now as well. If you have any questions, I can slowly explain them to you on the way to Armenia. The European magical world has finally woven such a large net, and it must not be wasted due to our absence."

"But, Dumbledore also said in the letter, beware of dark magic—"

Ms. Bones glanced at Fudge, trying to sort out the chaotic lines of logic in her mind.

"Yes, that is indeed something we haven't considered. But don't worry, Mr. Scrimgeour just said that he will be on duty at the Ministry of Magic tonight with a few Aurors, right, Mr. Scrimgeour?" Cornelius Fudge turned to look at the middle-aged wizard with a gloomy face next to him.

"Can I take it that this is a Ministerial order, Mr. Fudge?"

Rufus Scrimgeour's lips trembled a few times, his lion-like gaze fixed on Cornelius.

"Sort of. The situation is special, what if some Dark Wizards come to make trouble?"

Cornelius avoided Scrimgeour's gaze, waving his hand and said vaguely.

"By the way, I'll have Kingsley stay behind to help. See if there are any other Aurors besides Kingsley who are suitable—"

"If there is only one choice, I suggest Nymphadora stay." Kingsley suddenly said.

"Miss Tonks's combat skills are terrible. Chasing werewolves in the forest is not her forte, but she is more familiar with the environment of the various floors of the Ministry of Magic. If any Dark Wizards really intend to sneak into the Ministry of Magic during this time, she should be able to help somewhat."

"Nymphadora Tonks? Oh, our new social butterfly this year?"

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the young witch not far away whose hair was changing from pink to red to brown.

Perhaps as Xenophilius Lovegood said, the Dementors had corrupted many people's hearts.

As the Head of the Auror Command, Scrimgeour sadly discovered that the magic he was so proud of was useless in the face of this invisible and intangible "magical creature." All he could do was try to hold onto his bottom line.

Rufus Scrimgeour sighed softly, vaguely blaming the old wizard who hadn't figured out the situation.

"Okay, that's settled then—"

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