Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Swish!

Jimmy's switchblade sliced ​​through the air as he pulled Hermione backward, causing them to fall to the ground together, narrowly escaping a fatal attack.

The man who missed with his slash relentlessly pursued him, swinging his switchblade to stab him as he lay on the ground.

Jimmy stretched out his slightly smaller arms and gripped the man's forearms and hands tightly, preventing the blade of the switchblade from getting close to his chest.

He used magical power, but it looked as if he hadn't used any external force.

The middle-aged man, who was blocked, pressed his entire body against the knife, trying to force the tip of the knife into Jimmy's chest.

Hermione, who had fallen to the ground, finally realized what had happened and instinctively reached for her wand.

"Help!!! Someone help us! I've grabbed his knife!" Jimmy's shouts made time, which had seemed to stand still for the passersby, start flowing again.

The screams and shouts continued, and many righteous passersby rushed forward, pinning the ferocious-looking middle-aged man to the ground and disarming him.

Jimmy, who had fallen to the ground, got up with the help of passersby. He pressed down on Hermione's hand, which was trying to pull out her wand, and retreated outside the mall.

The middle-aged man, who had been pinned to the ground, continued to struggle, and his shouts drew stares from a group of passersby as if he were a madman.

“Wizards! They are both wizards! They are heretics hiding among us, you fools! Kill them! Ah! Let me go, I'm going to kill them!”

"Shut up! You son of a bitch!" The security guard who was standing guard at the gate slapped the middle-aged man across the face. He almost lost his job because of the death of a minor!

The surrounding crowd whispered and pointed at the middle-aged man, all thinking he was crazy.

The middle-aged man, his face red from being pressed down on the ground, was still struggling. Combined with the horrifying words he was shouting, he really did seem like a madman.

Jimmy and Hermione are still minors. The liberals hate those who harm children, while bystanders only believe what they see.

In fact, the middle-aged man, suspected of being a cult member, suddenly pulled out a knife and tried to kill the poor young couple.

Many adults spontaneously shielded Jimmy and Hermione behind them, and some even called the police. Officers patrolling around the mall arrived at the scene in less than two minutes.

The middle-aged man, who was still shouting things like "kill, wizard," was handcuffed and taken away. Another officer led Jimmy and Hermione to a chair nearby, calmed them down, and took out a phone to call their parents.

Jimmy gave Hermione a reassuring look and cooperated with the police officers' instructions.

Chapter 257 Reception Room Conversation

"Hermione, Jimmy!"

Uncle George and Aunt Mia forced their way through the crowd and appeared beside the policeman, their clothes disheveled, nervously searching the two of them.

“We’re okay, Jimmy protected me.” Hermione smiled at her mother, hoping it would ease her tension.

Uncle George reached out and patted Jimmy on the shoulder, praising him, "Well done."

They were relieved to learn that neither child was injured.

When the police officers present saw that the guardian had finally arrived, they said, "We need to go to the police station first. There are still some questions that we need you to answer. We are not sure if there are any more attackers."

"Who wants to hurt my children?" Aunt Mia couldn't understand the situation at all. Hermione and Jimmy were both good children, so why would anyone want to attack them?

“I don’t want to exaggerate, but you really should go to the bureau to find out what’s going on.”

The burly patrol officer wore sunglasses, which he didn't take off even when talking indoors, but the muscles clenched around the edges of the sunglasses suggested that something was amiss.

Uncle George and Aunt Mia, looking worried, got into the car with Jimmy and Hermione and followed the police car to the police station.

The police station was very relaxed. They were led into a lounge, and then a chubby police chief with some gray hair came in with the materials needed for taking statements.

He first questioned Jimmy and Hermione about what happened, took their statements, and then put the materials aside. He then said seriously, "Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, I'm going to show you some information, but it's not for public release. If it's leaked, you'll be held legally responsible. Is that alright?"

“No problem.” Uncle George nodded nervously, then signed the confidentiality agreement, thus unveiling the mystery of the file.

The file contained many high-resolution, uncensored photos. Upon seeing these photos, Uncle George covered his mouth with his hand, his chest contracting violently.

Jimmy got up from his chair and looked at the photos in the document. He saw a bloody scene, not as gruesome as the car accident itself, but he could see a deep sense of despair in these photos.

The portly sheriff explained, "This was a premeditated terrorist attack on a global scale... especially targeting teenagers."

Aunt Mia and Hermione also saw the photos. Enlightened parents wouldn't prevent their children from learning about the harsher side of the world at the appropriate time.

Uncle George saw the word "witch hunt" in the text of the file, and his heart immediately skipped a beat. "Who... did this?"

"A mysterious cult, under the guise of witch hunts, has killed numerous people worldwide. The Federation has formed a special investigation team to investigate this matter, and I think we'll have results soon."

The portly sheriff paused, then said, "I must say, your two children are still in danger. Those cult members usually try again and again after the first attack fails, so you must always be wary of strangers..."

Jimmy and Hermione exchanged a glance, both thinking of the witch hunt described in the newspaper they had seen in the French hideout last summer.

Just then, there was a knock on the frosted glass door of the reception room. The group turned around and saw two dark silhouettes standing behind the glass.

The portly sheriff raised an eyebrow and called out, "Come in."

The glass door was pushed open, and two men with distinctly different styles walked in.

One of them was a Black man who wore a blue suit over a blue robe, even in the sweltering heat of early June.

The other was a white male, whose clothing was fairly normal, but unfortunately it was too thick.

Police officers have to wear short sleeves when they are patrolling outside, but these two people covered themselves up completely, and their first words made people nervous.

“We’re taking them away.” The black man spoke with a perfect London accent, causing the fat sheriff’s restless right hand to temporarily stop moving.

The white man next to him glanced at the black man and whispered a reminder: "Toby, you need to take out that ID."

The black man looked slightly puzzled, but he still took out an ID card from his suit pocket and spread it out in front of the fat sheriff. "We are agents from the National Crime Agency. We are here to take them away for protection."

Jimmy saw that the document had three capital letters NCA on it, and there was no magical power on it; it was just an ordinary document.

The portly sheriff stood up from his chair, walked over with a suspicious look to examine the ID. Looking at the serial number and the Black man's photo, he sharply turned to the person in question and said in a menacing tone, "I need to make a call to confirm, is there a problem?"

Brother Ni.

Jimmy mentally completed the last word for the chubby police officer.

“Of course, please go ahead.” The black man seemed very calm, even handing his identification to the fat sheriff.

The chubby sheriff, having received his credentials, immediately pulled out his phone and started making a call, his eyes fixed on the black man. If Ni made any move, he would immediately draw his gun!

Once the call is connected, report the police siren code.

A moment later, the fat sheriff exclaimed, "Really? Is his skin black? Wang Defa! The NCA would actually recruit a black guy..."

The portly sheriff stopped the conversation just in time, hung up the phone, and returned the identification to the black man.

The strangely dressed Black man smirked. The racial discrimination in Muggle society was even more outrageous than the blood discrimination in the Wizarding World, but he was pretty much used to it.

The white-haired man, who was in the same habit, waved to Jimmy and his three companions, "Let's go, Mr. Blaine and Miss Granger, let's talk somewhere else."

Jimmy and Hermione then got up and led Uncle George and Aunt Mia out of the reception room.

After they left the police station, the black man stood on the roadside, extended his hand to Jimmy, and introduced himself: "Toby Avery, this is my partner, Tony Carter. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jimmy Blaine."

Tony, who had been looking serious, relaxed considerably as he left the police station, a smile spreading across his face. He shook hands with Jimmy and said, "We are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. We need Mr. Blaine to come to the Ministry for some reasons."

"Ministry of Magic, what's the matter?" Uncle George asked immediately, sounding anxious.

He had learned some things about the wizarding world from Hermione; the Ministry of Magic is the government of wizards.

In the Western world, when a government department approaches someone, it's usually not for a good reason.

“It’s a problem with the consultation. Mr. Blaine’s spell is being abused, and we need to find a way to address this issue,” Toby, the black man, explained, which reassured Uncle George and Aunt Mia.

Tony said, "We'll have to Apparate there."

"Now?" Jimmy didn't really want to go now, but since today's plans had already been ruined, he might as well go.

Tony nodded and said, "Yes, the situation is actually quite urgent."

“I’ll go with you,” Hermione immediately stepped forward.

Jimmy refused, giving Hermione a subtle wink, "No need, you can just wait for me to come back at home."

Chapter 258 The Misused Memory Curse

Hermione glanced back cautiously at her parents, but didn't insist. She simply said worriedly, "Come back soon."

Jimmy then nodded, and as he took a step back, his body instantly contracted and disappeared.

Before Toby and Tony could Apparate, Jimmy had already vanished, leaving them both stunned.

"He hasn't taken the Apparitions test yet, has he?" Tony asked hesitantly.

Toby shrugged. "How can I take the test if I'm not old enough?"

Then the two took out their wands, followed the fluctuations of Apparition, and disappeared from the spot following that sensation.

Those around them were oblivious to their disappearance, but Hermione, Uncle George, and Aunt Mia clearly saw it all.

The three of them could only go home and wait for Jimmy to return so they could find out what he had gone to the Ministry of Magic for.

In central London, the air suddenly distorted next to a red telephone booth, followed by a loud bang.

Jimmy squeezed out of the space and waited for a moment. Two identical explosions rang out beside him, and Toby and Tony appeared in phantom form.

"Do you know the entrance?"

Toby opened the glass door of the red telephone booth and went inside first.

Jimmy followed him into the phone booth. "Now you can tell me, what does the Ministry of Magic want with me?"

“It’s a complicated matter. This involves secrecy laws, but nobody could have predicted this. Everyone wants to know if you have any ideas on how to solve the problem.” Tony squeezed into the phone booth as well.

Fortunately, the phone booth was large enough that three people could stretch their arms and legs inside.

As Toby pressed the buttons on the telephone, he explained, "You know, the Memory Orb is now considered a contraband by the Ministry of Magic because it violates the Secrets Act."

The memory orbs that have flooded the Muggle market are causing those whose memories have been affected to recall everything about wizards. Someone is smuggling memory orbs on the black market; too many were produced initially.

No wonder the dividends are so high, Jimmy thought to himself, I'm not going to hand over the money.

Tony also said, "There are also some guys who leaked information on their own initiative. They were hidden by some Muggles, and your spell was used to restore the memories of all the Muggles who might have been affected."

"Memory Restoration Charm?" Jimmy thought it was his gender recognition charm being misused, and that the wizarding world was starting to have more than a hundred genders. He never expected a memory restoration charm.

"Can't the Ministry of Magic erase the memories of ordinary people again? Find the wizards who helped restore the memories of ordinary people. Doesn't the Ministry of Magic have alchemical tools that can detect magic?"

As they spoke, the phone booth descended slowly like an elevator, entering the underground of central London.

A moment later, the phone booth began to slide to one side again.