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Possibly, this was the most unified moment of opinion among the Ministry of Magic's high-ranking officials in history.

Behind Cornelius Fudge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic Dolores Umbridge, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Barty Crouch, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Amos Diggory…

Almost all of the Ministry of Magic's top officials had arrived on this floor via the elevators.

Every face was etched with a frightening gloom, and a suffocating tension permeated the air – not even during Voldemort's most active period had such a terrifying atmosphere, seemingly capable of igniting the very air, been present.

Just this morning, the "American Magical Federal Reserve System," established in Knockturn Alley, unilaterally suspended all Galleon exchanges. Before anyone could fully grasp the situation, it vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.

Aside from a few temporary hired workers who claimed to know nothing, all the key personnel, including the massive sums of Galleons, along with ledgers and receipts, had disappeared without a trace. All evidence had been magically erased.

The only known fact was that Goblins seemed to be behind the entire incident.

Upon hearing this news, almost all of the Ministry of Magic's high-ranking officials simultaneously plunged into extreme rage. Under the pyramid scheme that spread like a contagious disease, all the wizards, including Cornelius Fudge, had withdrawn all their savings from Gringotts and invested them in the incredibly tempting project.

Fortunately, thanks to the Auror Office's strong operational capabilities, the Ministry of Magic found the only lead.

The name left by the wizard who registered the company in Knockturn Alley was that of a dead man, and everything seemed to have reached a deadlock.

But just as Cornelius Fudge was about to explode in anger, an owl from Hogwarts arrived at his office, bringing an unexpected message: a public trial was about to take place at Hogwarts.

As the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore hoped that the Ministry of Magic would respect his request to re-examine the major magical accident that occurred ten years ago and to judge Peter Pettigrew's illegal theft of the Hogwarts land deed and his malicious attempt to undermine the great friendship between Goblins and wizards.

In the letter, Dumbledore also specifically requested that the Ministry of Magic dispatch a sufficient number of Aurors to maintain order, preventing any remaining Death Eaters from attempting a "rescue" or "silencing," and urgently requested all Wizengamot members to go to Hogwarts to directly initiate the trial process, find out the truth as soon as possible, and restore calm to everything.

However…

For Cornelius Fudge, Peter Pettigrew's sins might now need to include another one.

"Gentlemen, we may be experiencing the most terrible disaster in magical history, the most despicable fraud…"

Cornelius Fudge shook the envelope in his hand forcefully, surveying the surroundings with a murderous gaze. His voice was as cold as if squeezed out from between his teeth, completely different from his usual muddled image.

"Peter Pettigrew, this damned Death Eater who fooled the entire wizarding world, now may even have betrayed the entire wizarding world. Fortunately, he is now about to be tried at Hogwarts – no, he will face more than just the trial of one case; we must torture from his mouth the whereabouts of our life's savings…"

"Everyone, unless you have urgent work, come with me to Hogwarts! Even if the Dark Lord revives today, it cannot stop us from bringing the truth to light and recovering our hard-earned money!"

Accompanied by the Minister for Magic's furious roar, the Ministry of Magic's employees, belatedly realizing what had happened, gradually understood the situation. A little bit of terrifying fire gradually appeared in the eyes of all the wizards.

In the face of disaster, no one could escape.

And the same flame, with owls flying all over the sky, had silently spread throughout the wizarding world.

After confirming the news, all the wizards silently stopped all the work in their hands, took out their wands, and walked towards the nearest Floo Network access point. The sound of wizards Apparating constantly echoed on the streets of Hogsmeade, as if someone had lit a never-ending string of firecrackers.

If one could overlook the Hogwarts area from above, one could clearly see that thousands upon thousands of wizards were gradually converging on this area from all directions, silently walking towards the school castle, just like a flood.

A spark has started a prairie fire.

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At the same time, Azkaban Wizarding Prison.

This is a prison located on a small island in the middle of the North Sea (noordzee).

It was built in the 15th century. Like Hogwarts, it has almost all the concealment spells that wizards can think of, including Unplottable Charms, Anti-Apparition Charms, Muggle-Repelling Charms, and Undetectable Extension Charms... all used to ensure the prison's security and concealment.

Although the maintenance and management of the prison are currently mainly undertaken by the British Ministry of Magic.

In fact, this wizarding prison located between Norway, the United Kingdom, Denmark, Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, and France can be regarded as a joint prison for incarcerating dangerous criminals from the entire European magical world.

This is because the prison guards are mostly magical creatures without nationality – Dementors. (Note: ↓ Expand to read)

Except for transporting basic food and fresh water, most of the time no wizard is willing to actively go to this prison. Any wizard who has not obtained permission from the Ministry of Magic will have their souls sucked clean by the Dementors pouring in from all directions the moment they step onto this island.

Under the influence of Dementors, most of the prisoners in Azkaban gradually lose their self-awareness, slowly turning into living corpses who only sit in the dark and talk to themselves, or die in despair, and then have their remaining souls sucked away by the guards, and their bodies are thrown into the graveyard next to the prison to slowly rot.

However, ten years ago, an extremely special and extremely dangerous prisoner was sent here.

"Black, you look like you're in good spirits. It's truly exciting."

A tall, dark-skinned wizard with a gold ring in one ear stood in front of the prison bars, raised his wand, took a careful look at the gaunt man sitting half-sitting in the darkness of the cell, and said in a complex and deep voice.

Sirius Black raised his head, a dark figure, a pair of black eyes shining brightly in the light of the wand.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt? What's the matter, Mr. Auror? Or… has Minister Cornelius agreed to my previous request and asked you to give me some old newspapers to do crossword puzzles to kill time?"

"Neither… Today, there's a public trial, and the Wizengamot court needs you to appear as an important witness."

"Trial? Testify? Oh? Who do you need me to identify?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Sirius Black's gloomy and haggard face. His waxy white skin was stretched tightly over his cheekbones, like a skeleton. He grinned hideously, revealing a set of rather frightening yellow teeth.

"Lucius Malfoy? Ah, an ancient family, a generous benefactor to good causes. Walden Macnair? No, the Minister said last time that he works at the Ministry of Magic. Barty Crouch Jr.? Ah, I'm sorry, he's already dead… So, Bellatrix? Isn't she next door to me… Alas, it's terrible. The Death Eaters I know have either been acquitted or have already been arrested. Where else would there be…"

"Peter, Peter Pettigrew, the wizard you killed ten years ago."

Kingsley Shacklebolt shook his head, and said slowly in a low voice, with an extremely terrible expression on his face.

"Yesterday afternoon, Peter Pettigrew was arrested at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and at ten o'clock this morning, a public trial will be held in the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, open to the entire magical world. Are you willing to testify?"

"Peter… Old friend…"

In the cell, Sirius Black's laughter suddenly stopped. The man breathed heavily, like a large dog growling in a low voice. After a long time, Black chuckled softly.

It was a hoarse, terrible, joyless laughter, echoing in the Azkaban cell.

"Of course, of course… I've been waiting for this moment for far too long."

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Diagon Alley, Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

The usually busy scene has completely disappeared. Most of the shops on the street have hung up "Temporarily Closed" signs. Wizards walked quickly on the street in a hurry, with horrifying flames flashing in their eyes.

With the disappearance of the company in Knockturn Alley, the crowd gathered at the Gringotts gate to withdraw money disappeared in an instant. The huge bank hall became empty in an instant, leaving only a few bewildered goblin clerks standing in it.

"Finally… the time has come to return…"

On the empty cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, a dozen short figures wrapped in cloaks stopped at the gate of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, looked up at the tall, towering white marble building in front of them, and said in an extremely complex tone.

In front of them, a white stone staircase led to two shiny doors. Two goblin guards in scarlet and gold-trimmed uniforms stood on the left and right in front of the door, vigilantly watching the group of figures in cloaks in front of them, but they seemed familiar.

"Hey, who are you…"

"What? Has it only been a few months? Don't you recognize us anymore?"

Douglas pulled down the hood on his head, grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, looked at the panicked goblin guard in front of him with a face full of mockery, took out a roll of documents from his arms, and casually threw it to the goblin guard.

"This… What is this?" The goblin guard subconsciously reached out and caught the roll of parchment.

"This? You can call it the 【Gringotts Unconditional Surrender Document】. The content has been drafted, and only the signature is missing."

Douglas smiled, took out a cigar from his arms unhurriedly, lit it skillfully, and put it to his mouth.

"Go! Tell the fools underground who failed to take my life that Douglas, the Chief Financial Officer of the Heavenly Mandate Conglomerate, is back – Note, the young lady has only given Gringotts half a day to surrender."

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Chapter 2! Long chapter!! (Oh my god!!!)