From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Solve the problem?"

"Yes, let's solve a problem."

He nodded emphatically.

"Okay, okay... although now is not the time."

The Auror who was called to stop hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to take him away.

Soon, Gilbert saw the person he had been hoping to see—the Auror Office Director.

...

"You're kidding, your last name is Fontana! You know what that means!"

“I know, so I know what to do now.”

Gilbert whispered his plan, "We have to take a risk... If this continues, everything will be destroyed. Given the current level of control the Magic Council has, we'll be dragged down into the abyss bit by bit."

"But...that Susan..."

“She may be doing the right thing, but this rightness is becoming increasingly dangerous. The turmoil needs to end—there’s no point in covering it up any longer. We might as well send Bertha up there and see what they plan to do.”

"If we do that, I, you, all thirteen families, and even the entire Magic Council will lose all face..."

The Auror office director hesitated for a moment—he still wasn't sure if Gilbert's deduction was correct, or if all the chaos stemmed from Iphamoni and Bertha.

Moreover, if everything goes according to that damned plan, it means they're leaving all the problems to other magical societies to deal with—and the cost of that is enormous.

"We can't even gather enough food, so what's the point of talking about persevering... Only by giving them everything will they stop destroying things and start treasuring everything, and then we'll have the chance to stab them when they're at their weakest."

"But is this also your plan to convince the others?"

“No, not just you, sir.” Gilbert shook his head. “Tell them we’re here to protect the Thirteen’s position—they’re more interested in that.”

"What about those who are unwilling to cooperate?"

“Kill a group of the most corrupt cronies, let go of a group of steadfast people, and keep those who are acceptable…” Gilbert sighed. At this point, he had no choice but to be ruthless. This was the last piece of advice the old headmaster had given him before he left. “Then, we will alter our memories to make ourselves forget this incident, and then communicate with Iphamoni.”

"you sure?"

"In Fontana's name."

-

"Gurgle! Gurgle!"

The hooting of owls continued incessantly. William opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by darkness. He snapped his fingers and realized it was only three in the morning.

What's going on?

He waved and opened the window, and five or six owls flapped their wings and squeezed into his bedroom—which immediately perked him up.

This is a communication method used in extremely urgent situations, employing owls on a large scale to prevent interception.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, walking barefoot over in a few steps, unwrapping a letter, and then quickly reading the intelligence using the light orb he had created.

[The Magic Council has fallen, and the Aurors have collectively betrayed us!]

[The battering squad was forcibly disbanded, and some surrendered!]

[Former member of the Magical Parliament is wanted!]

Susan is wanted!

Bertha takes over the Magical Congress and announces new laws!

Those few lines of text filled William with trepidation.

'Are you kidding me? Aurors and strikers are both…'

He anxiously opened all the owl's letters, only to find that they all contained the same content.

'Damn it, give me more details! Even though your salary was paid from funds allocated by the Ministry of Magic, I paid it in full! I did justice to those Galleons!'

After waiting for a while and not seeing any other owls arrive, he quickly changed his clothes, then swiftly crossed the corridor and headed towards the principal's office, ignoring even the Pippi Leviathan blocking the door.

After giving the order, he began banging on the principal's office door without hesitation.

About three minutes later, Dumbledore opened the door, still half asleep, and looked at William with a helpless expression.

"what happened?"

"He made his move, Professor."

William handed over the note, and Dumbledore took it, his previously lazy expression vanishing instantly.

Before he could express his opinion, an owl visited his office, bringing with it a thick roll of parchment.

[Wanted Notice]

[Wanted Notice]

New Wizarding Decree

Curfew Law

...

William and Dumbledore quickly reviewed the primary sources but found that they still lacked details of what had happened.

Just as they were anxiously waiting for the next letter, the sound of wooden legs clattering came from the corridor.

“I knew you were here, Professor William.”

Moody carried a letter, his expression as composed as ever.

"In America, the Aurors have joined forces to launch a surprise attack on a large number of members of Congress, and the Magical Congress has completely lost its armed forces... Currently, Bertha, the headmistress of the Ivermony, is preparing her inaugural speech!"

The news is getting more and more outrageous.

William took the letter from the Ministry of Magic from Moody, but after reading it for a long time, he still couldn't accept it.

However, just then, another owl arrived—it was Fudge's.

"My dear Albus, everything is as you expected, only the process was a little unexpected..."

"According to intelligence from the Ministry of Magic, Bertha, using some unknown method, reached an agreement with the Auror office and quickly formed a new government..."

"... "

"I hope to visit you tomorrow and consult with you about some recent matters..."

Chapter 582 The Impact of the Secrecy Law

"I thought it would be later... Prices were under control, and grassroots organizations had just begun to take shape..."

In the principal's office, William looked at the pile of intelligence reports and shook his head.

He was still pondering the matching of alien hair before going to sleep, and before he even woke up, the flag had already changed on the other side of the ocean.

The speed was terrifying, without even the most basic foreshadowing—he had guessed several scenarios of the collapse of the American magical world, but he had never imagined such a situation.

He had considered the possibility of the local Aurors and strikers establishing their own council, and he had also imagined a scenario where Susan, like many others, ultimately succeeded to the position of president of the Magical Congress. Assassination and power grabs were also within his considerations—but the option of the Aurors leading their troops to defect to the enemy was the only one he had not considered.

Moreover, it happened too fast; it ended without any warning.

'There has to be someone who can connect all of this… But who is it?'

He pondered deeply at the table, but to no avail until Professor McGonagall knocked on the door.

Accompanying Professor McGonagall were a weary-looking Lupin and Moody, who had been specially called over. After a brief description of what had happened, the group sat down at their desks in the office, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the next intelligence report.

Then, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick also came to the principal's office and waited for news under the waning moon and the morning star.

"Professor William, what are you thinking about?"

Lupin, who had been woken from his sleep by Moody, asked William in a low voice.

"This shouldn't be happening..."

"Shouldn't it be like this?"

“Yes…it shouldn’t be like this,” William sighed softly. “You and I both know that the situation in the magical world over there is terrible, far beyond ordinary chaos—but it hasn’t reached its limit yet…”

"Out of control will erode trust, Professor Lupin, but not yet—if I were the Dark Lord, I would choose to let this situation continue, the longer the better. Necessity is the mother of invention. Only when those wizards have completely lost hope in the Magical Congress will their replacement become a matter of course..."

"It's still too fast now. Easter has just passed, and the worst time will be in August when food supplies are scarce. Food prices will skyrocket then... But by then, after dealing with the old Magical Congress and a few days of unrest, both Muggle and wizarding societies will have produced a large amount of resources, and the cost of winning people's hearts will be much lower..."

"And the price trend has proven me right. I originally thought we'd have plenty of time to sort everything out over the summer, but now..."

He crossed his arms, rested them on his knees, and shook his head. "It was so sudden, it caught me completely off guard..."

-

"This is too sudden, Lord Dark Lord, really, too sudden..."

Bertha shook her head, her mind not on the stack of inaugural speech drafts in front of her.

She still couldn't accept this fact. She was still processing documents in the castle when she suddenly received a letter from the Aurors swearing allegiance. And in the package attached to the letter was a very important gift—an arm.

After the Dark Lord personally examined it, the arm was confirmed to belong to the former headmaster, and the ring and wand attached to it became the final key for them to completely control Ilvermony Castle.

With the Dark Lord's consent, Gilbert, the spokesperson for the Thirteen Families, and the current head of the Auror office visited Ephamoni and were branded with the Dark Mark, a symbol of loyalty.

What followed was a sweeping cleanup operation—in less than three hours, thirteen die-hard Aurors were killed, some of the resisters fled, the strikers announced their surrender, the Magic Congress was ambushed, some members were killed, most of the members surrendered, and a small number escaped.

Because of the Strikers and Aurors' allegiance, the spontaneously organized masses were arrested and imprisoned, and the followers were dispersed, but a group of the leaders escaped with Barty the Younger.

'They acted too quickly; they didn't even have time to notify Barty…'

She then remembered this important matter and hurriedly prepared to report to the Dark Lord in a low voice.

"Lord Dark Lord, um..."

"Watch your words and actions, Bertha!"

The Dark Lord's crimson eyes stared at his Death Eater, and Bertha, who was about to say something, was so frightened that she dared not utter a word.

'The Dark Lord will notice…'

She deceived herself with these thoughts, then forced herself to memorize the manuscript, ignoring the conversation between the Dark Lord and Professor Gilbert, who had just made a great contribution.

"This is really interesting... I never thought we could take all this down so easily."

"It was you who took everything, Dark Lord."