"Bastard!" Kingsley Shacklebolt punched the pillar in Scrimgeour's office.
"How is Frank's injury?" Scrimgeour asked the Auror who came to report.
"He didn't suffer any injuries. He was just touched by the rats in Knockturn Alley and all his valuables were taken. He even lost his wand. However, his memory..."
The Auror said, shaking his head. "The therapist at St. Mungo's said that he suffered a very strong amnesia spell and may not be able to recover. In addition, he may have mild amnesia or memory confusion in a short period of time."
"Can it get better?"
"The therapist said the problem is not too big and it should improve."
"That's good." Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief.
"Get back everyone who is monitoring the Supreme Potion."
"Why?!" Kingsley said angrily. The black man slapped his hands on Scrimgeour's desk, "Rufus! A brother was injured just now, don't you want to avenge him?"
"Calm down, Shacklebolt, this doesn't look like you."
Kingsley took a deep breath and exhaled, "How many years has it been? It's been years since we've seen anything like this. Our brother was injured, but we could only sit and wait, unable to do anything."
"Patience, Shacklebolt," Scrimgeour said. "You were the one who advised me to be patient."
"But Frank is my team member!"
"Patience, our enemy is very cunning! He has proven this more than once. If you underestimate him or act recklessly, you will be punished. Wait for the right moment to strike back!"
At this point, Scrimgeour shook his head, "It's really strange that someone like this in Hogwarts is not from Slytherin."
"Frank's hideout was destroyed, and there was nothing left. Any evidence." Scrimgeour sighed again, "Obviously, Frank should have discovered something before Murphy did and then destroyed the evidence."
"If I had known better, I should have let him report to you if he had any clues."
"I can't blame you for this. The more frequently you report, the easier it is for others to discover." Kingsley's anger seemed to have calmed down and he said calmly.
"But now, our clues have been broken again. Is there anything else you can do, Kingsley?"
"Maybe we should arrest him first. He is only nineteen years old. I believe he will not survive our interrogation!"
"When you say this, it sounds a bit like Alastor. I don't know how his retirement life is going."
Kingsley smiled. He naturally knew that tough methods would not work because of Murphy's considerable influence in the Ministry of Magic. It would be difficult to achieve his goal by forcing a confession.
He pondered for a while and paced back and forth in the room. "Do you remember what Lucius said about the name of the company Murphy opened in the Muggle world?"
"You mean Umbrella? What about it?"
"Since it's impossible to check it from the potion shop, how about starting from the Muggle side? According to Lucius, that company is very famous in the Muggle world and shouldn't be difficult to find."
"Good idea!" Scrimgeour immediately understood what the other party meant. "You reminded me, who is the Auror next to the Muggle Prime Minister?"
"Ah, Robards. He is an idiot and was tricked by that lady."
"However, he should be of some use. Send someone to inform him and ask him to explain to the Muggle Prime Minister... No, you can't tell the Muggle Prime Minister. Let him use Muggle power in private to assist in the investigation. It should be enough to send an Auror to assist him."
"Why not inform the Muggle Prime Minister? Wouldn't that be more efficient?"
"That will make us appear very incompetent and may cause trouble in future interactions between the two worlds."
"I understand, I'll inform him right away."
...
"Mr. Murphy, this is the spell and corresponding formula for the anti-thief waterfall you requested."
Knockturn Alley, Siren's Song, Goblin Locke handed a letter to Murphy.
Murphy opened it and looked at it, "Thank you, Locke."
"You're too polite, Mr. Murphy." Locke took a sip of his beer, "It's my honor to serve you."
Murphy nodded, "There's something else I want to ask you about."
"Tell me."
"Do you know where a seller can raise elves? I'm going to buy a few."
This request is quite common, as newly wealthy people often have the idea of buying a house elf. "Usually, from time to time, someone will sell their own elf. Usually, they may be just born or about to be abandoned."
"If you need it, I will pay attention to it for you, but the price of house elves is usually not cheap..."
"The price is not a problem, but the quantity I want is quite large. Is there any centralized breeding company that specializes in selling elves?"
"This..." Locke was a little stunned. He had never heard of such a request. "How many do you want?"
"At least... fifty."
Fifty!
Locke was shocked; his employer was always so unexpected!
He wanted to ask, why do you need so many elves? To open another magic school?!
"This may be a little difficult, but I will ask for you."
...
Back at the Supreme Potion Store, Murphy had someone install an access control system. All employees needed to pass through the access control when going to and from work.
The access control area would automatically spray an anti-thief waterfall to prevent anyone from sneaking in again.
In addition to the Supreme Potion, Murphy also brought this access control system to the mansion. From now on, all people entering and leaving the mansion and the magic research institute would pass by a thief-proof waterfall.
The institute's four major specialized laboratories, libraries, conference rooms, and other places also had anti-theft waterfalls installed. Although it would temporarily cause some confusion and inconvenience for everyone, it was regarded as a safety measure.
After arranging these, Laura Kruger found him and said, "Director, there is a results presentation meeting today. Do you want to attend?"
She had now been appointed by Murphy as his assistant director, responsible for controlling the entire research direction of the institute to keep it moving towards the goals set by Murphy.
"Oh?" Murphy was very interested, "Are you getting results so soon?"
It had been less than a month since the institute officially opened, and Murphy didn't expect these Muggle researchers to get results so soon.
"The paper just passed the peer review at the institute yesterday. We think his thoughts and ideas should be very valuable. But in fact, this is only theoretical value, so it is just for you to listen to and check."
"Yes. What's the name of the paper?"
"Some Thoughts on the Path of Wizards to Become Gods."
"Hmm... It's so big?"
(End of chapter)