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Chapter 513 Playing Big Chess
Chapter 513 Playing Big Chess
It was another boring morning, and Mr. Edward Parkinson from the Parkinson family was sitting in his chair yawning.
While doing this, he casually picked up a newspaper and started reading.
The Daily Prophet's contents seemed as boring as ever, so much so that he kept yawning. Out of desperation, he slowly got up and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Sipping his coffee, he casually glanced around the office—he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but even though it was already past nine in the morning, he didn't see a single colleague.
Is our Auror office this relaxed now?
"If I had known, I wouldn't have come," he said, taking a sip of his coffee before slowly sitting down in his chair.
But as soon as he sat down, he heard footsteps.
"Good morning, Edward!" A girl with pink hair walked in.
This is Miss Nymphadora Tonks, a newly joined apprentice Auror in the Ministry of Magic. She's a bit clumsy, but she's quite diligent in her work.
"Good morning, Miss Tonks." Parkinson slowly sat down and said, "But Miss Tonks, I must remind you to be respectful to your colleagues. You should call me Mr. Parkinson. — Also, it's already 9:30. Why are you only arriving now?"
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"Oh?!" he said, as if realizing something. "Could it be related to that person?"
The person being referred to in the Ministry of Magic is not Voldemort, but Dumbledore.
"Uh—no, no!" Tonks quickly waved his hands and said, "I just simply forgot to take my wand."
Even the usually talkative Parkinson fell silent at this moment. He raised an eyebrow and then shook his head helplessly.
"But look, even though I'm this late, there are still people who arrived even later than me," Tonks said, glancing around.
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Look at them, they haven't arrived yet.
"They must have gone on a mission, right?" Parkinson said casually, then sat down. "But why don't we know anything about it?"
"Oh right—why is it just the two of us—" Tonks muttered as if she had thought of something. She slammed her hand on the table and quickly walked out.
"Feed? Miss Tonks? Nymphadora?!"
Even after calling out Tonks' name, she seemed to leave quickly without pausing.
What's going on?
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Parkinson raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled, but this confusion only lasted a few seconds, because soon, an Auror strode into the office.
"Mr. Parkinson, something terrible has happened!" He walked seriously to Parkinson's desk and said, "Your colleagues have arrested a very important person."
"Hmm?" Parkinson raised an eyebrow. "You caught the mysterious man?"
"He's dead, how could it be him?" Auror rolled his eyes and said, "They captured a living person."
"It's Miss Hamilton!"
"Miss Hamilton?" Parkinson paused for a moment upon hearing the name, then his eyes widened sharply. "Who?!"
"Professor Hamilton?!"
"Ugh————"
Loila had no idea that her arrest would cause such a huge commotion. She was sitting quietly in the Ministry of Magic's temporary prison, looking around nervously.
I came here just a few days ago to see Karkaroff in the glass jar, and now I'm locked up here.
However—Kakarov doesn't seem to be here anymore. Has he been sent away?
And Loila wondered if it was just her imagination, but it seemed like she was all alone here—was it a private room?
There doesn't seem to be anything to be happy about.
She pursed her lips, sat down in the chair, and swung her legs. Sitting on such a high stool was the most uncomfortable thing, especially for some people whose feet couldn't touch the ground.
In the end, it all boils down to Deng Duo—not letting himself resist anything—and then he says he'll protect my safety—how is he supposed to protect me?
I'm currently in the Ministry of Magic's prison.
And it's so boring here. Almost everything on Loila's body has been confiscated—her wristbands, necklace, books, and so on are all placed on the table opposite her.
And of course, there's her magic wand.
"Miss Hamilton, are you alright?"
Oh, I almost forgot, there's also that Auror guarding this place—I think his name is Jack, and he's looking at Loila with a worried expression.
"Ah—I'm fine—" Loila remembered that he seemed to have done a mission with her before, and he seemed to have welcomed her quite a bit last time she came.
"They must have made a mistake, Miss Hamilton," Jack said slowly. "After all, you're a good person."
"How could that be illegal, right?"
Hmm—yes—yes.
Loila looked down at her toes with a guilty conscience.
To be honest—I seem to have done quite a few illegal things—
"Don't worry, Miss Hamilton, you won't be here for long—" he said reassuringly. "Minister Fudge will soon find out that you are innocent."
really?
I'm a little skeptical—
Loila didn't think this had anything to do with Fudge. Just like she analyzed that day—it was definitely something Fudge was trying to do to Dumbledore.
Since he had become her enemy, Loila decided that from now on she would no longer call him Minister Fudge; he only deserved to be Fudge.
This is her method of revenge.
Just when Roy was getting this bored, the door to the makeshift prison was pushed open.
"Professor Hamilton!" The person who rushed in was none other than Mr. Parkinson, who looked shocked.
"What's going on?" he shouted before even getting close. "Professor Hamilton, you're innocent, aren't you?"
"Wait a minute, Edward!" Seeing him, Jack had to quickly stop him: "This is the Ministry of Magic's prison."
"You know the rules."
“Of course I know the rules.” Parkinson looked at him and took a deep breath. “But Professor Hamilton is definitely innocent, isn’t he?”
"And they actually managed to capture Professor Hamilton—wait a minute."
Under Loila's astonished gaze, he suddenly lowered his voice and took a few steps closer, saying, "This wouldn't be—Professor Hamilton, would it be something you did on purpose?"
"Hmm?" Loila quickly shook her head and said, "I—I don't know!"
"What do you mean by intentional—I don't know."
Even if it was intentional, it was Dumbledore's intention, it has nothing to do with me!
"Never mind—it doesn't matter anymore." Parkinson sighed and shook his head. "Don't worry—Professor Hamilton."
"I will protect your safety—and you are a professor at Hogwarts, so Headmaster Dumbledore won't stand idly by."
"I—I understand."
That would be for the best—it's been an hour and fifteen minutes since Loila was brought in, and Dumbledore hasn't made a single move yet.
Is he playing Wizards Chess?