The sound of neat leather boots stepping on the stone floor could be heard on the streets of Diagon Alley. The uniform footsteps, the heavy leather boots, and the straight backs of the Aura became the signature of this arrest team. Hearing such sounds and seeing such a situation, the shop owners and waiters in the shops hurriedly went back to their shops. No one knew which shop these Aura were going to break into, and no one knew who would be the next to be arrested.
However, no one wanted to hide in advance. After all, if they used Phantom Transfiguration or teleported away using floo powder, the Auror monitoring them would think that they had a guilty conscience. Then, they would be caught and interrogated.
Therefore, after the shop owners retreated, other than leaving the next employee to take care of the shop, most of them would hide in the warehouse or the inner area of the second floor to secretly observe the situation. The armed Aura would not arrest everyone at once, but those who were arrested would not be released yet. This sense of insecurity made the business in Diagon Alley worse.
The leader of the Aura stopped not far away from the Broken Cauldron Bar. This made the neutral families who knew that they did not commit any crimes were terrified. Many of them were afraid that Harris had received news of their gathering and arrested them without telling Wu De.
The leader of the Aura raised her wand and pointed at the glass window. She marked it with an X, indicating that this shop was suspected of being related to the Death Eaters.
The shop owner who was guarding the room seemed to be scared out of his wits. He was quickly restrained by the Aura who rushed in. He was not the target of the arrest, and not escaping ensured that he would not be in any danger.
But the people hiding in the back of the room had already used phantom teleportation and disappeared. Their behavior of not cooperating with the Aura would make them wanted criminals. Even if the arrest had nothing to do with them, they would still be punished by the Ministry of Magic for their behavior of escaping.
After the Aura broke in, they searched and compared everything in the room. They did not miss a single corner.
When the person in charge of the office saw the imprint on the glass of her office from the second floor window, she knew that something was wrong. She immediately lifted the desk, revealing a door that was disguised as a floorboard. She quickly ducked into the door and covered the floorboard with her wand. Then, she used her wand to control the desk to cover it up again.
Amidst her nervous heartbeat, the Auros entered the room. After searching around, they did not seem to have found the secret door. However, what she did not know was that the Auros downstairs had become quite experienced after being captured many times. The leader of the Auros was being lifted up by his colleagues using a levitation spell. He raised his wand and pointed the tip at himself. The thick end of the wand was pointed at the wall and ceiling. He was carefully inspecting the interior of the room.
Suddenly, he ordered his subordinates to put him down. As soon as he landed on the ground, he turned the tip of his wand and spat out a spell. In an instant, the ceiling was torn apart. Under the splinters of wood and dust, the thin witch fell down in front of everyone.
Her body was now riddled with wounds of various sizes caused by the flying debris. Blood was gushing out from the wounds, especially on her face. The splinters had pierced into her face, causing her entire head and face to be covered in blood. Furthermore, her face was stained with the smoke and dust from the broken wall. She looked particularly ferocious, extremely ugly, and terrifying.
The witch in the mezzanine thought she had escaped death, but the sudden explosion scared her so much that her whole body was trembling. She touched her face with her hand, and the blood on her hand made her let out a shrill cry. The sound spread out of the building, and the passing wizards quickened their pace.
"What are you screaming for? It's just a flesh wound." A male Aura rubbed her ear and used a tongue sealing and throat locking spell to make her tongue and upper teeth stick together. Two Aura pulled the witch's arm and dragged her out of the shop to the street. The previous clerk was left in the shop by the Aura wizards.
Foley, Burns, and Longbottom in the Broken Cauldron could no longer drink and drink peacefully. They gathered around the window and looked at the scene outside.
"Harris has lost control of his power … How could he be so cruel to the witch? In the face of so many Aura, unless she is stupid, she will not resist violently … This is abuse! "Algie Longbottom said angrily.
"Lower your voice, lower your voice! Don't let them find out. " The sudden increase in volume scared Foley. When he thought of Lunn Harris's polite face, his tone became more and more frightened. "We can't go against them. They are doing this on purpose. They don't care if they catch the witch alive or dead."
"Look carefully, Algie. Those wounds are only bleeding a lot. It looks scary, but a healing spell is enough … Although I have reservations about them not using a healing spell at this time." Amelia Burns shook her wide chin to express her disapproval of Algie's words. She said in a deep voice, "I am more worried that even if Dumbledore … The first The Dark Lord escaped and openly became the vice-principal of the University of Hogwarts … Dumbledore is not as fair as he used to be when it comes to Grindelwald."
"Dumbledore also often stays at Grindelwald's house … And I, Dumbledore, am no longer Harris' opponent." Even though the fire in the furnace was burning vigorously, Hector Foley still pulled his dark green magic robe and wrapped it tighter around himself.
"Eh? Wait! Scrimgeour is coming over, is he going to stop them … "Alji Longbottom leaned forward, wanting to see more clearly. He was full of worry as he said," Merlin, if Harris uses this opportunity to kick him out of office, I'm afraid our days will be even more difficult. "
Scrimgeour brought a team of patrolling Aura to meet up with the patrolling Aura in charge of patrolling Diagon Alley. They trotted over. The immigrants who were clapping and cheering at the side felt that something was wrong. They didn't dare to make a sound and made way for them. Some of the more sensitive wizards quietly left the place.
Aura's office director's sharp eyes took in the situation on the scene. When he saw the witch covered in blood, he couldn't suppress his anger and scolded, "When did our Aura degenerate to this extent? When did our Aura become a violent organization?! "
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However, the armed Aura didn't even hesitate and went back to doing their own things.
"If you still recognize me as the director of the Aura's office, then stop!" Scrimgeour said angrily.
However, the armed Aura had already received orders before. Other than Lunn or Albert, no one could stop them.
Scrimgeour, who had been running around trying to solve problems with the internal rules of the Ministry of Magic, had been disappointed too many times. Now, the armed Aura's unscrupulous behavior filled Scrimgeour's chest with humiliation and anger.
"Very well!" Scrimgeour's face was gloomy. He walked to the small steps of the shop and cast a powerful spell on himself. "Wizards, patrol Aura, and armed Aura, I am Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Aura's office in the Ministry of Magic. Recently, the armed Aura and the Magical Law Enforcement Department's joint actions to violently arrest wizards have gone beyond my tolerance as the director of the office of Aura. Obviously, my law enforcement philosophy is in conflict with some of the key personnel in the Ministry of Magic … My objection has not worked in the Ministry of Magic. My voice is not heard, and my orders are not executed … "Scrimgeour suppressed himself and his facial muscles began to twitch." Now, I announce that in order to protest against this violent law enforcement, I will immediately go on strike. I will no longer accept the orders and assignments of the Ministry of Magic … My subordinates, if you still have a conscience, please join me. Let us use this peaceful protest to express our feelings! Let those who are not willing to listen to us listen to us! "
The patrol Aura, who had always been looked down upon and discriminated against by the armed Aura, did not hesitate. They stood behind Scrimgeour with their chests puffed out and their heads held high. They used their actions to express their support for Scrimgeour.
Silhouettes flashed past the windows of many of the shops. The local adepts and immigrants also gathered around to listen.
"Thank you, my colleagues. However, I must emphasize that this is a non-violent and non-cooperative movement! In the process of achieving the results we deserve, we must not take any wrong actions. We must not drink the wine of anger and hatred just because we desire victory. We must always fight our battles with a high level of character and self-discipline. We must not let the demonstration we started to fight to put an end to violence degenerate into the violence we oppose! "
Scrimgeour's steady and powerful voice made the patrol Aura behind him even more determined. They began to use their Aura emblems from the Ministry of Magic to contact their colleagues who were far away.
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