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Chapter #43: A message from the thieves.

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In a conference room, Amelia Bones, the head of the department of law enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic, was standing behind a stool. She clarified her voice before she said something.

“Well, good evening ladies and gentlemen from the press, today, I’m going to answer all the questions you have about the serial squibber case or the magic thieves as some of you have said in your publications, of course, I won’t disclose everything because I don’t want to give away evidence that the perpetrator could use to his advantage,” the red-haired woman said and soon the noise started.

Many reporters were raising their hands until Amelia pointed at a blonde young witch.

“Yes, miss?” Amelia asked with a slight smile.

“Clearwater, Madame Bones, Penelope Clearwater from the Quibbler, my question is what pattern does the perpetrator or perpetrators follow?” Asked the muggleborn witch in a calm tone.

“Well, we don’t want to have assumptions yet, but we’re starting to see a pattern that, for the moment, I don't think it's a good idea to disclose,” the head Auror said with a calm tone.

“Let’s see the victims until now have been, Pansy Parkinson, Dolores Umbridge, Bellatrix Lestrange, Walden MacNair, Vicent Crabbe Sr., and Timothy Nott…Two of them are ministry workers, while one is the daughter of the head of the Parkinson family, and just like the Lestranges, the Crabbe, and the Nott Families, they are part of the important families of the country with suspected ties with Lord Voldemort during the last war. Do you think that connection is related to the motive, Madame Bones?” Asked an old reporter.

“Yes, it seems like you’ve been doing your research Mr. Anderson, yes all those things are true, it’s clear that whoever is doing this has been targeting one member of those important families per week, it’s been almost a month since we witnessed Bellatrix Lestrange losing her magic, so, it’s clear that the perpetrator has a certain vendetta against those people with suspected ties to Voldemort,” Amelia said with a serious tone.

She was trying to hold herself back, if she were totally honest, she would be exposing herself to being sued to death due to her honest opinion about the victims.

“Why is the perpetrator attacking once per week?” Rita Skeeter asked this time.

Amelia couldn’t help but sigh, if there was someone she disliked answering questions to was this crazy reporter.

“It tells that either they turn invisible and attack but they can only do it once per week or that they have some kind of artifact to do this from a very far distance, which means that it consumes lots of magic and that’s why they can only do it during the weekends,” Amelia surprised everyone.

That information was very important.

“Don’t worry about it, I have a team already looking up and consulting with the Department of mysteries to see if they have any artifact that could cause something like this,” Amelia assured the public.

“Madame Bones, do you feel like we can all become victims of the serial squibber at some point? I mean, he’s indeed targeting powerful and influential families, but Madame Umbridge was everything but that,” another younger female reporter asked.

“No, I don’t think anyone could be a victim. It’s clear that the perpetrator is punishing those people who are believed to support Voldemort after his supposed return,” her words shocked everyone.

“So, you think he’s back?” Someone questioned, it was a male reporter who was waiting anxiously for her answer.

“Yes, I think he’s back, after all, there’s no one who could be as fearless as he to plan and succeed a mass breakout out of Azkaban,” Amelia finally declared.

She knew she was gaining tons of enemies because of this declarations but she didn’t mind, if her theories were true, she didn’t want to anger the serial squibber and make him or her believe she was siding with Voldemort and his followers by not doing anything, her niece Susan and her safety was her priority and she wasn’t going to be able to protect her if she was turned into a squib.

Meanwhile, in the center of London, the morning of this Wednesday was as busy as always, people were trying to get to their destinations, unaware that a danger was lurking in the shadows.

Gregory Goyle Sr. Is a strange man, some would say he’s idiotic, and that would be fine if he weren’t a psycho idiotic. The man loves chaos, he doesn’t believe in any other thing different than power.

That’s why he follows the dark lord, and he’s a faithful servant; no matter what the dark lord asks him to do, he’s going to do it without hesitating, and today, he’s going to make his lord proud.

He stands in the middle of a huge crowd, and he’s about to get his wand out, however, he suddenly feels something that makes his eyes widen, it's a wand, and someone is pressing it on his back.

“What are you trying to do?” Asks an older man with a serious tone.

To say that Goyle was taken aback would be an understatement; his eyes seemed to be ready to pop out at any moment, and before he could do anything, a woman with red hair appeared in front of him, it didn't take too long for her wand to get pointed at him.

“I’ll take this with me,” the woman grabbed Goyle’s wand without asking.

“Come with us, we’re going to have a conversation in regards of your associations,” the other man said with a cold tone.

Goyle didn’t know what happened, the dark lord told him that an attack in the middle of Muggle London would be something easy to pull off, was he betrayed? Did the dark lord set him up?

Many questions were running through his head, and after reaching an abandoned alley, the two strangers teleported him to an abandoned home in the middle of nowhere.

“What is—“ Before Goyle could say anything, he was punched in the face by the woman.

Goyle wasn’t expecting that, and of course, his body was now threatening to fall on the floor, and it did after he spent a few seconds tip-toeing around.

“Legilimency!” The man said with a serious tone.

Goyle gasped; he had never been good at occlumency, so it was easy for the other wizard to see Goyle's thoughts and what he was planning to do in the middle of London, his connection with the dark lord was compromised too.

“I have more names, dear,” the man said with a cold tone. “This bastard was planning a mass attack on the helpless muggles who were just trying to earn a wage,” soon, the man raised his wand.

“Please, don’t kill me, I was forced to do this, I have a son and a family,” begged the pathetic man.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’re not going to die,” Goyle felt relieved and happy that his act worked.

“You’re going to lose the thing you love the most, Goyle,” the woman spoke this time.

Goyle was about to ask, but then his eyes widened as he realized who his captors were.

“You’re…You’re the magic thieves!” Goyle said, scared.

“Well, he’s less dumber than I thought,” the other man chuckled.

“Shall we proceed, dear?” Asked the woman and her partner nodded.

And soon, a wandless nonverbal spell was cast towards Goyle, but before he could say anything, he was teleported away.

Meanwhile, back at Amelia’s conference, before she could answer another question, an Auror entered, completely desperate, begging everyone to see the commotion that was happening in the middle of Diagon Alley, and soon, she was followed by the reporters.

“What the…” Amelia questioned once she saw Goyle Sr. on the ground, sobbing and begging as his wand got snapped without mercy by a man who was standing beside a woman with red hair.

“This is what’s going to happen to the followers of the dark lord and those politicians that enabled these bastards to roam free without being punished!” The woman said, and soon she and the man disappeared.

Amelia couldn’t help but gulp at the man and woman who suddenly disappeared, she had them in front of her, and she let them go, she was hoping she wouldn't regret this mistake.