Hogwarts' Golden Glory

But they won't give up because of these problems!

They even take the potatoes from the kitchen!

The last potato was cut in half to check if any contraband was hidden inside!

Lucius tapped the ground with his serpent-headed staff: "The search is over, gentlemen. Unless you also want to check the house-elves' stockings for any dark magic items?"

Upon hearing Lucius's words, Dobby immediately began to take off his socks.

As a result, he was kicked by Kane.

Arthur and his group were now looking disheveled.

"Now," Arthur said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"We need to check your bedroom."

He pointed upstairs, "That protective spell from last time..."

That's Kane's room. Last time, because of the protective charm, none of them were able to get in!

This is something he's been longing for for a long time!

Now that he finally has a chance, he must investigate thoroughly!

The Malfoys' dark magic items are already in that room!

Kane blocked the stairwell: "My room is full of personal belongings. The things in there are much more expensive—"

"Feeling guilty?" Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Unless you have something to hide..."

Lucius suddenly appeared on the second-floor platform, slamming his serpent-headed staff against the marble floor: "My son's room is not for guests—"

"According to Section 7 of the Emergency Search Warrant!"

Arthur interrupted loudly, pulling out a roll of parchment.

"And we can break through any protective magic!"

Kane exchanged a glance with his father, then slowly stepped aside to let him pass: "If anything is damaged..."

"The Ministry of Magic will compensate you at the original price."

Arthur waved impatiently and led the search party up the stairs.

When Arthur Weasley and his search party stormed into Kane's bedroom.

A faint scent of jasmine wafted through the air.

The young Auror assistant sniffed, vaguely sensing that the scent was somewhat familiar.

But I couldn't remember where I had smelled it before.

Igor perched gracefully on the curtains of the four-poster bed, its golden-red tail feathers shimmering with a mysterious light in the sunlight.

"This!" Arthur suddenly shouted excitedly!

His alchemical compass was spinning wildly in front of an exquisite planetarium on his bedside table.

"There's definitely something wrong!"

Kane leaned against the doorframe, a faint smile playing on his lips: "I suggest you don't touch that."

But Arthur couldn't wait any longer and reached for the planetarium.

The instant his fingertips touched the crystal surface.

The whole room seemed to have been turned on by some hidden switch.

The copper candlestick by the bedside suddenly twisted and deformed.

A large amount of pink foam gushed out, instantly flooding half the room.

The wardrobe door suddenly sprang open, and a dozen colorful, fluffy creatures shrieked and leaped out, tracing comical arcs in the air.

Upon seeing this scene, Igor hurriedly left the room.

However, a few feathers were still accidentally left on the ground.

"What is this—" Before Arthur could finish his question, the temperature in the room suddenly soared.

Those seemingly harmless sparks suddenly turned into raging flames!

Yet it exhibited a bizarre selectivity—the flames greedily licked at the clothes and hair!

However, it does not harm the furniture or the human body in the slightest.

What was even more suffocating was that the burning was accompanied by a pungent smell of rotten eggs, which made the search team members' eyes water.

"Merlin's stinky socks!" the young Auror shrieked, patting his burning robes.

Each tap produces a few miniature fire crab phantoms that sing off-key songs in the air.

Arthur's situation was the most tragic.

His once-proud red hair burned like dry straw, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a shiny bald head.

His meticulously maintained beard was reduced to a charred mess, falling off in a flurry as he panicked.

The search team fled in chaos, pursued by a string of merrily leaping blue flames.

The Auror assistant's pants had long since turned to ashes, revealing fluorescent shorts printed with "I love Hufflepuff".

The other Auror's boots kept shooting sparks, exploding into a firework with every step he took.

Arthur's gleaming head, illuminated by the candlelight in the corridor, resembled a moving streetlamp.

Narcissa stood gracefully at the top of the stairs, half-covering her mouth with a peacock feather fan: "Arthur, this new hairstyle... is quite unique."

Lucius offered a silver hand mirror with feigned concern: "Would you like to admire the Ministry of Magic's latest fashion trends?"

After the group of "firemen" finally extinguished the magical flames on their bodies.

Kane slowly pulled a roll of parchment from his pocket.

As he gracefully unfolded the list, it automatically extended to the floor.

"Based on preliminary estimates..." Kane's voice carried just the right amount of regret.

"The items you damaged include: an antique planetarium worth 500 Galleons, and fifteen Singing Puffs, each valued at 50 Galleons, kept under license by the Fantastic Beasts Management Office."

His gaze fell on Arthur's bald head.

"The worst part is that the fire extinguishing spells on you have contaminated the hair growth potion I have treasured in my room—a rare recipe made from Veela hair and unicorn tail hair, worth 300 Galleons."

Arthur touched his bald head, his lips trembling so hard he couldn't speak: "This...this is clearly...you did this on purpose!"

"Where's the evidence?" Kane blinked innocently.

"The Daily Prophet can attest that the Malfoy family has always been one of the most law-abiding and oldest families."

At just the right moment, Igor sprayed out a string of sparks, which formed the artistic words "Thank you for your patronage" in the air.

Arthur's bald head gleamed comically in the candlelight of the corridor, his lips trembling, but he could no longer utter a single word of rebuttal.

The young Auror assistant clung tightly to the fluorescent shorts that read "I love Hufflepuff".

His face was filled with despair!

Searching Malfoy Estate is a big deal!

I'm pretty sure I'll be featured on the front page of tomorrow's Daily Prophet.

"Let's go!" Arthur squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, nearly tripping over the charred hem of his robe as he turned.

The search team, like a group of defeated roosters, retreated downstairs dejectedly.

With each step the Auror took, still spitting sparks from his boots, left a charred footprint on the carpet.

This prompted Dobby to let out exaggerated sobs from behind.

As the search party passed the corner on the second floor, an Auror wearing silver-green cufflinks suddenly "accidentally" stepped on the charred corner of Arthur's robe.

"Excuse me, sir!" The Auror named Selwyn offered a perfunctory helping.

In reality, they secretly sprinkled a pinch of glitter powder on Arthur's bald head.

Arthur, oblivious, continued walking forward, grumbling and cursing.

Selwyn, two steps behind, made a gesture to Kane, who was hiding in the shadows.

He was a secret agent planted by the Malfoy family in the Ministry of Magic for many years.

As the search party finally stumbled away from Malfoy Manor, in the instant of Apparition...

A few strands of pink down suddenly sprouted from Arthur's bald head.