Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 117 Stand still and watch quietly
"So, what did that alarm mean? Can you tell me?"

Damon followed Rupert in the Ministry of Magic elevator to the eighth-floor Ministry of Magic hall, speaking casually.

"A red alert means there is a risk of a major incident, which usually corresponds to Death Eaters—these guys don't show their true colors normally, but once they cause trouble, it's always a big event."

Rupert had some understanding of Damon's thoughts: "If you want to graduate early, this should be a great opportunity, provided you can really make a significant contribution."

How can I find out what happened?

“It’s difficult, but it’s also actually quite simple.” Rupert smiled, picked up the phone and called Amelia, then handed it to Damon. “Secretary Burns will definitely know, why don’t you just ask her?”

This is also a test.

He wanted to see if this person's connections were really as strong as he imagined.

After all, the Auror's mission is a secret, and leaking it to outsiders could land them in the Wizengamot court.

"Rupert, what's up?"

“It’s me, Minister Amelia.”

"Damon? Why are you calling me, especially from an internal number?"

"Can I participate in the red alert just now?"

"Of course not. Come to my office right now, it's on the second basement floor."

After hanging up the phone, Rupert immediately asked:

"how's it going?"

"got rejected."

Damon hung up the phone and went straight to the elevator.

"It seems there's no other way. Let's just work together peacefully for three years and then see what happens."

Rupert comforted Damon, only to see him quickly walk towards the elevator, which descended shortly afterward.

"Underground. Didn't we just come up? Is he going to go straight to the minister to protest? Are all the newcomers this brave these days?"

Rupert smacked his lips, preparing to clock out—the newbies were capricious because they had the ability to be capricious, while he was a complete weakling, so he shouldn't worry about these things.

On the second basement level, Damon's figure reappeared.

He strode to the deepest office and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Amelia's voice echoed in the room, carrying a unique air of authority.

Damon went inside; Amelia was the only person in the entire office.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've been to your office."

He surveyed the office environment—there were no mountains of documents or endless instruments; instead, it was surprisingly simple.

The office walls were decorated with dark gray magical wallpaper, and several ancient magical paintings hung in the corners. The desk in the center of the room was extremely simple, with several heavy magical books neatly arranged on it. Amelia sat in a dark chair, her hands resting on the desk, looking up at him.

"Even the Ministry of Magic's internal telephones are monitored. Remember not to talk about things you shouldn't on them next time."

"So, you agree?"

“Since I’ve already made an exception to let you join the Auror training, I naturally won’t give up halfway.” Amelia glanced at him. “If I really let you obediently settle down for three years, it would be a waste of your time and the lives of others.”

She wasn't that rigid to abandon such a strong striker and instead have him lie low in the Ministry of Magic for three years doing some training that wasn't very helpful.

Moody's inflexibility stems from two reasons: firstly, he genuinely has some mental issues, and secondly, he lacks a clear understanding of Damon's power. Even Amelia, in particular, doesn't believe she fully grasps Damon's capabilities. After all, this young man has only been practicing magic for a little over a year, and his understanding of magic is rapidly increasing every so often. If he's always viewed through the lens of outdated concepts, he'll inevitably fall behind.

"The mission location is Blackcrane Keep, a semi-abandoned Death Eater stronghold. Now that two Aurors have caught up with them, the Death Eaters will definitely want to finish them off there. These guys are always lawless, and running away is usually not their first choice."

Amelia proactively revealed mission information, subtly interspersing some teaching opportunities, "However, this is a bit troublesome for you because you've never been to Blackcrane Keep and can't Apparate there directly—not only that, you haven't been to many of the Auror's temporary outposts and branches, and I think this might be more important to you than the training."

After all, Apparition cannot reach places the caster cannot imagine.

"There's no other way, Moody's keeping a close eye on things. You must have a solution, right?"

Amelia sighed. "What can I do? I'll take you there myself."

She stood up and extended her hand to Damon. "Grab me. You should have had contact with the Follower Aspect before, right?"

"I haven't actually used it yet, will there be any problems?"

"No, after all, you've mastered the most difficult Apparition. With your skill in spellcasting, you just need to adjust according to your intuition."

With their hands clasped together, Amelia's voice rang out again:

"Ready, 3, 2, 1!"

Snapped!
With the sound of firecrackers exploding, the two disappeared instantly.

Blackcrane Castle, the magical frontier of England.

The situation was dire. Nine Aurors had surrounded three Death Eaters inside the abandoned building, gradually shrinking their space, but the problem was the two remaining Muggle hostages.
They used Muggles as human shields, which hampered the Aurors and made it difficult for them to achieve anything.

In addition, the three were familiar with the terrain, and some of the Aurors had already been injured. One had been afflicted with the Heart-Piercing Bone-Cutting Technique and was frowning deeply, while another had been forced to cut off an arm by the Fiery Blaze.

Moody trembled with rage as he looked at the three outlaws lurking in the shadows, using the hostages as bait.

What's more troublesome is that he always felt something was off about the Death Eaters' mentality—they didn't seem worried about being caught at all, and were just methodically moving underground.

Why is that? Is there some hidden trick inside?
If it's a door key or a magic bomb... damn it. Either way, it's troublesome.
"What do we do, Moody?"

"damn it"

He spat, looked at the two Muggles with terrified eyes, and listened to the evil Death Eater's maniacal laughter in his ears. Anger made him decide to take the risk!
"I'll go out and draw their fire. Don't worry about me, rescue those two Muggles first, and everything will be easier after that!"

Snapped.

Just then, a loud explosion came from the building beside them, and Amelia and Damon appeared. The two were on high alert as soon as they landed, and only relaxed after they saw the situation clearly.

"Then I'll head back now and wait for your good news."

"Aren't you staying?"

"The Ministry of Magic still needs me to oversee things. Besides, professional matters should be left to professionals. And with you here, I have no worries about anything."

The second explosion rang out, and Amelia vanished without a trace.

"Morthos! Damn it!"

Moody's never expected that Secretary Burns would make such an exception for this person; it's absurd!
How could they let a newcomer join this kind of battlefield? What was Burns thinking?
Regardless of whether this newcomer can play a role on the battlefield, if he causes any harm to Muggles during the mission, it will likely become a shadow that haunts this young man for the rest of his life.

"Morthos, stay there! Watch quietly!"

Moody roared at Damon, who had just appeared.

then.

He stepped out from his cover, exposing himself directly to the range of the three Death Eaters.

(End of this chapter)