Chapter 845
Invitation
Chapter 845 Invitation
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting alternating stripes of light and shadow on the desk piled high with files.
Moody's wooden prosthetic leg tapped impatiently on the ground, making a "knock knock knock" sound that annoyed everyone else.
But Moody's frustration surpassed anyone else's; he was never a player who excelled at handling this kind of data.
His demonic eyes darted wildly around in their sockets, scanning every page of the documents spread out before him. Suddenly, with a "thud," a stack of documents was slammed onto the table.
"see this!"
Moody angrily said, "No eyewitness reports, key passages smeared with ink! The hotel register was also accidentally burned! Do these guys think we're all idiots?! How dare they try to fool us with this utterly worthless nonsense!"
Kingsley put down the documents in his hand. Compared to Moody's irritability, he appeared unusually calm, even his voice maintained a steady rhythm:
"But they provided—oh, according to them—all the investigation materials. Procedurally, there was nothing wrong with it."
"program?"
Moody scoffed, his demonic eyes fixed on the wall, grinding his teeth as he spoke menacingly:
"This trash is cleaner than a plate licked by a house-elves! I think that Ezra Hughes did it on purpose! Maybe they're all in cahoots with the Purifiers!"
Compared to their relatively free operation last time, this time, arriving at the Magic Congress in an official capacity, they faced far more restrictions.
They stayed in hotels arranged by Congress, had to report their itinerary to Congress, and traveled in vehicles arranged by Congress. The so-called "investigation" could only be conducted in a temporary office arranged for them by the Magic Congress, where they could look at documents.
"Don't make unfounded speculations, Alastor."
Kingsley remained unhurried and said, "Didn't we already expect this kind of treatment before we came here?"
"The Magic Congress can't give us a result right now, and they don't want us to investigate freely in their territory, so they're just using this as an excuse."
"But if they really do dig the purgers out of the gutter, I think they wouldn't hesitate to tell us the results."
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the New York skyline outside the window.
When his gaze returned, it briefly met Moody's sharp eyes.
Moody's magic eye suddenly stopped moving and fixed on Kingsley's face.
After a long pause, he slumped back into his chair and let out a cold snort through gritted teeth: "You'd better do as you say!"
The other Aurors accompanying him kept quiet as the two big shots argued, while Kingsley straightened his cuffs and a slight smile played on his lips.
Their real purpose for this trip was not to be locked in this office looking at documents, nor even to investigate the Purgers' stronghold.
The hope for the investigation lies outside the headquarters of the Magic Congress.
What Kingsley and his team needed to do was simply wait patiently, maintain necessary activities, and then, at the crucial moment, become a well-coordinated surprise force!
Although the most difficult and crucial task had to be entrusted to a student, Kingsley had great confidence in Vader's abilities and Vader's puppets.
In this world, there are people who are born with extraordinary talents and missions, and their lives are destined to be an epic saga.
Kingsley's greatest strength was that he could step up and take on heavy responsibilities when needed, but he could also step back and play a supporting role when someone was more suitable.
……
After Moody stopped complaining, the room fell silent, save for the rustling sound of documents being turned. [Ah… I was in a good mood that morning. I went out and bought milk, bread, and eggs, and I even heard the neighbor's dog bark three times… No, I didn't see anything special.]
[That's right, I suspect the attacker may have gone into hiding, so they didn't leave any clues... Of course, they weren't hotel guests; everyone was sitting in the lobby drinking coffee that day...]
Why is everyone here? I don't know, maybe it's because everyone likes coffee. I recently bought a new type of coffee bean imported from Brazil, which is said to be...
Tonks looked up from the long, pointless introduction to coffee origins and glanced at the others.
Sure enough, everyone looked just as pained as she did, their faces unconsciously scrunching up as if they had just bitten into a sour lemon.
They didn't want to waste time here, but worried about missing some important clues, so they had to go through all the materials.
But for some reason, Moody, who had been quite agitated just moments before, seemed to have calmed down again. He simply stopped touching the documents in front of him and kept glancing around in his eye sockets, seemingly looking at something.
Tonks decided to lighten the mood. She coughed twice, pointed to her nose, and suddenly said, "Look at me, everyone!"
Everyone instinctively turned their gazes over, only to see Tonks transform his head into a grotesque, ghostly dog head with a "bang."
The silence lasted for about a second.
immediately……
"Pfft-"
Someone couldn't help but let out a laugh through their nose, which was followed by a deafening burst of laughter in the office. Even the usually serious Kingsley lowered his head and his shoulders shook uncontrollably.
Moody glared, and the magical eye that had been scanning the ceiling turned back to stare at Tonks. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the dog's head turn to him, revealing a blank and stupid expression, and blinking its eyelashes that were an inch long.
Moody's face twitched; he wanted to laugh and scold at the same time, but in the end, he let out a helpless hum with a hint of appreciation.
"Ha ha!"
Tonks' head returned to its original shape, and he tilted his head back triumphantly, his bubblegum-colored hair bouncing a few times.
Just as she was about to say something, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
A woman wearing a custom-made dark green robe with a clock-shaped brooch pinned to her collar stood outside the door. Her black hair was styled in large waves, and she looked at the unusually cheerful people in the room with a slight frown, puzzled.
She knew that the Auror office was handing over useless documents that were going to be destroyed. No matter how you looked at it, these British wizards should be either depressed or angry at the moment, and their mood was definitely not good.
So the woman was prepared to face yelling and questioning before she entered the room, but to her surprise, the room was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.
She paused for a moment, then suppressed her doubts and flashed a flawless smile:
"Good afternoon, everyone."
She said in a clear voice, "I am Leila Picqueli, the chairman's assistant. It is my honor to invite you, our friends from the UK, to the dinner that is specially prepared for you tonight on behalf of Chairman Hawthorne."
(End of this chapter)