Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 150 No one understands Caliban better than me
"If there's a violation or crime, just destroy it. What's there to hesitate about?"

Damon glanced at Kingsley.

"Why didn't you notify me sooner? Did I have to come here and ask you? Is this how you act as an assistant?"

His words, though not harsh, were like a cold winter wind, making everyone present tremble uncontrollably.

Without hesitation, Kingsley whispered in his ear:
"This black market is connected to many people within the Ministry of Magic—"

Damon interrupted him by raising a finger with his left hand. "No need to whisper, there's nothing that can't be known by everyone."

Kingsley sighed inwardly. This man's style was far too domineering—but he didn't dislike him. He was just afraid that things would get out of control after this. It was not easy to have such a powerful Auror, and he didn't want Mortos's final outcome to end in political struggle.
But what else can he do right now?
Since Mortos wants to do it, Kingsley will do it.

"Kacha."

The doorknob was carefully turned, and every now and then Aurors quietly joined the meeting, remaining silent, their gazes fixed on Mortos the entire time.

Kingsley's voice finally rang out throughout the entire war room.

"According to the evidence I have obtained privately, 70% of the funds from this large black market indirectly flowed into the private accounts of various officials in the Ministry of Magic."

Kingsley lowered his gaze. "There's a vast and complex network behind this black market. If we destroy it, it could trigger a lot of things."

Damon's eyes turned cold as he scanned the Aurors around him. The team members, who had initially been excited, all turned serious.

"name."

His tone was calm, yet it seemed as if the air had been frozen, the solidified space making it almost impossible to breathe.

Kingsley felt a dry, itchy feeling in his throat.

“These methods are very secretive, and I can’t find out who the officials behind the bribes are. However, I really don’t recommend that you go into this black market. We have no evidence or reason, and if we act rashly, we will be court-martialed.”

"Then let's go find the evidence."

He looked around at the others, and many Aurors' eyes flickered—it seemed that many people knew something about this black market, and perhaps they were all a little hesitant at this moment.
Damon suddenly laughed.

"Kingsley and I will handle this matter. Just pretend you didn't hear anything today."

Without waiting for their reply, Damon looked at Kingsley again and asked, "Will you come with me?"

“Of course, sir.” Kingsley bowed respectfully, extending his free left hand. “Let me take you there; I know the way.”

The usually mature and composed man unknowingly became a fanatic after meeting Damon.

"very good."

Damon gripped his hand tightly.

The next moment, with a 'snap', the two used Phantom Appearance and disappeared instantly.

After they left, the atmosphere in the Auror operations office didn't lighten. Victor Simmons looked somewhat regretful—he also wanted to be involved, but as Kingsley had said, it was too complicated. In fact, he knew more than Kingsley did.

This matter was even more serious than Kingsley had imagined—they were about to head to the largest underground black market in the British wizarding world on the dark web. Over the years, countless ministers of magic had come and gone, but this black market had always operated steadily, and it had not been affected at all, even during Voldemort's rampage.

Those dark wizards who hate and despise Muggles, and those evil parties who believe in pure blood, were originally in league with Voldemort.

They don't care about the future of the British magical community; they only care about their own ideas and interests. Even if the apocalypse comes, they will still enjoy themselves in the madness of the end times.

To do this, they gave up most of the black market profits—the fact that those people enjoyed the process of doing evil rather than the profits was terrifying, but at the same time, the profits they shared were also greedy—no one wanted to go through the thankless task of destroying the black market, especially since it was easy to do but difficult to clean up.

While many remained silent, Dumbledore was unaware of the black market's existence—or rather, although the esteemed and powerful wizard had heard of similar matters, he treated it merely as an ordinary black market and didn't bother with it. Had Kingsley only hesitantly revealed the news after witnessing Mortos's appearance?

Victor Simmons blocked the doorway to the operations office and waved his wand—the magic in the entire office instantly became chaotic—Apparition was forbidden here.

"Simmons, what do you mean?"

Someone noticed his movement and frowned, asking a question.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

Simmons, holding his wand, leaned back against the door and stopped, gripping the wand tightly with both hands.

“I cannot guarantee that any of you might be a traitor—so you must not go anywhere until Lord Mortos returns.”

Although he dared not participate in Mortos's actions, he was still willing to do so to make things go more smoothly for the other side.

"You're restricting our freedom? How dare you—you're just an ordinary Auror—"

"Simmons, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Some people were criticizing Simmons' actions, but he remained unmoved, instead naming two people:

“Schultz, Neil, I’ll remember you—if you dare to do anything that I find suspicious again, I’ll tell him when Mortos returns.”

"What are you trying to do? The black market hasn't even been destroyed yet, and you're already trying to stir up internal strife within the Auror Department? Does Mortos want to do this? Do you want him to take on the entire Ministry of Magic alone?"

The debate seemed poised to escalate.

But it ended in the next second.

“I agree with Simmons.”

An Auror stood beside Simmons, arms crossed, watching the crowd coldly from the doorway—it was only then that he realized there really were bad people inside.

"I agree. If you want to practice, then give it a try."

"You and I both know the location of that black market. You don't dare to help, but you want to cause trouble for Mortos? Gentlemen, don't let me look down on you."

More and more people are joining Simmons' team, but other voices are also emerging:

"Release the restrictions, I want to go and help."

"Just stay put, Lord Caliban doesn't need any help."

Simmons responded with a cheerful laugh.

"how do you know?"

Auror, who wanted to go to London's East End to help immediately, frowned and asked.

Simmons gave himself a thumbs-up:
"Since joining the Ministry of Magic six months ago, Caliban Mortos has carried out 56 missions, 48 ​​of which were against villains."

I was fortunate enough to participate in all 48 matches.

"You say you understand Lord Caliban's fighting prowess better, or do you understand it better than I do?"

(End of this chapter)