The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

The remnants of the Death Eaters left their hideout, albeit in a relatively covert manner. After all, before they could gather together, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic could easily subdue them and send them to Azkaban, which was teeming with Dementors.

Of course, it's hard to say how much of the so-called response to the call for the Dark Lord's great return is genuine. After all, many dark wizards just want to make a quick buck on the way, or fish in troubled waters to earn some gold pounds and then continue to hide. As for defeating the Ministry of Magic, they never even considered it. They certainly wouldn't take something that even Voldemort couldn't do into consideration.

But they still had the audacity to use this kid named Harry as leverage to extort a hefty sum from the Ministry of Magic—and not just any audacity, but considerable boldness.

"Red, we've reported to the wizarding newspaper..."

"Hmm, wait... Inviting Dumbledore... Harry, we might be in trouble."

"Is Headmaster Dumbledore coming to arrest us?!"

Harry instinctively asked if Dumbledore would come and arrest them, which would mean their wonderful holiday trip would be over. He would be sent back to the Dursleys as an ordinary person to be bullied, and the Dursleys might not even want to take him in anymore.

"It's not just that. Based on my understanding of British history, the British government can never keep any secrets. So they can't suppress the news of our disappearance. Plus, Dumbledore is coming directly to France... Is the French Ministry of Magic out of their minds? They actually brazenly announced this news."

Red complained. Of course, Dumbledore was thinking the same thing as Red at this moment. What should have been a secret meeting had been reported so openly. Dumbledore knew that things would become more and more complicated.

He desperately wanted to have a good talk with the people at the French Ministry of Magic right now, but Dumbledore knew he couldn't, because he was Dumbledore.

"Why don't you go find those two kids first..." Fudge looked up at the right moment to help Dumbledore out of his predicament. Of course, he wanted to defeat Dumbledore, but that was within the rules. If Dumbledore didn't follow the rules, Fudge didn't think he could compete with a man who had defeated Grindelwald. So, at this time, he would play the role he should play.

"No, thank you for reminding me... Minister Fudge, I will go to the French Ministry of Magic first to meet with the people there and hand over the children. I have complete faith that the two children can take care of themselves."

Dumbledore finally spoke calmly. Fudge knew that the French Ministry of Magic was likely to suffer a huge loss this time, but of course, it had nothing to do with him. He was more than happy that those fools would be fleeced, preferably to the point that the British Ministry of Magic would have to plead for them, so that the French Ministry of Magic would never be able to hold their heads up in front of them again.

Of course, this was just imagination. Fudge began to mobilize the resources at his disposal. He looked at Dumbledore, and at this moment, Fudge really looked like a strategist.

"Will the owl work? Do you have any other methods to accurately locate those two children? If I'm not mistaken, we need to start racing against time now."

"Unfortunately, those two kids were far more adept at concealing their whereabouts than we imagined... Perhaps I should really ask them how they did it."

Forget about using owls, all divinations pointing to the name Harry Potter were even interfered with by some force. Dumbledore almost suffered a loss when Red Maxwell's divination and investigation almost caused him trouble. He seemed to understand why Nicolas Flamel completely let the two children travel freely. At least Red was definitely not a normal first-year wizard.

"So that means we can only search little by little, right?"

Fudge gave a troubled smile, and Dumbledore didn't make things too difficult for him; he had done all he could.

"That's settled then... There will be other professors at Hogwarts helping out, you just need to make sure things go smoothly."

In the end, Dumbledore could only prepare to call Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape together, fearing that any more than that would cause even more trouble.

Just as Dumbledore was setting off for France, Red and Harry had already explored Strasbourg, memorizing its streets, alleys, and various secret passages and alleyways.

"How about it? Don't you feel the greatness of human wisdom...? People have created so many ways to protect themselves in order to survive in war."

Harry nodded in agreement. Before coming here, he had never imagined that roads could be constructed in so many ways. Every small, inconspicuous decoration or even a bump on the side of the road could hold a hidden secret.

"But are we really not going to run? If things really turn out the way you guessed, Red... then a lot of dark wizards will come out, right?"

Harry asked, knowing that Red was showing him around the upcoming battlefield, but to be honest, he really didn't want to fight in this city. The residents were all very nice, and he didn't want them to be caught in the crossfire.

"The most dangerous thing for you is to run around aimlessly right now. These dark wizards are all watching from the other side of the border. After all, the Death Eaters and dark wizards can't forget Dumbledore's name and what that name represents, at least for now."

Red took Harry back to the inn, unfolded the map, used a levitation charm to make it float, and took out a highlighter.

"Here and here, they'll form a kind of encirclement here because they don't dare to confront the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore head-on. Besides, these guys are undisciplined thugs; they won't become obedient just to take your life."

"So, if we rush to leave now, we're more likely to run into them?" Harry thought for a moment.

"Of course, but you know... what they'll do where they go."

"That's true... Reid, I have an idea, I'm serious... I'm not trying to be a hero, but I really have an idea."

Harry remained silent for a long time before looking at Red and slowly revealing his thoughts.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me, and I don't want to see those dark wizards harming innocent people. I want... for them to chase us relentlessly."

"Really, Harry? We might die."

Red still had a smile on his face, and even his tone didn't change much.

"Really... I swore I wouldn't let them get away with this!"

Harry clenched his fists.