0374 Monitoring Lens

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0374 Monitoring Lens Having experienced the wondrous and bizarreness of the two worlds, with his own experiences being extraordinarily marvelous, Bryan had natural talent in Legilimency. Attempting to hide secrets from a wizard like Bryan was futile, unless one was an 'old fossil' like Dumbledore. For a wizard of Ludo Bagman's caliber, it was simply impossible. Within the fleeting span of a few minutes, the shattered security plan was meticulously rewritten by Bryan. Barty clutched his 'career prospects' with an iron grip, his face finally relaxing into a calm expression, He let out a short sigh of relief, and when his gaze fell upon Bryan's face, his eyes were tinged with a subtle hint of regret and wariness. What a pity, such talent would make an excellent ally. Barty swiftly concealed this thoughts, his voice still rigid with residual tension as he spoke, "We've managed to save the opportunity; otherwise, we'd have no explanation for the British wizarding community." "Yes, yes, Barty is right!" Ludo's relief was palpable, his strained grin, a testament to the gravity of the situation they had narrowly escaped. "Eidetic memory, truly remarkable! Without your ability, our only option would have been to return empty-handed!" Barty cast a chilly glance in Ludo's direction. "So now, we face another problem!" Relying on an imbecile like Ludo was a fruitless endeavor, a truth that Barty had long since realized. He turned his gaze towards Bryan, his eyes brimming with the unspoken hope that the young man could come up with unique perspectives. Of course, even if he couldn't, it didn't matter; Barty vowed to investigate this matter thoroughly and retaliate decisively, no matter who was involved! "And that is—who wants to sabotage Hogwarts's opportunity to host the Triwizard Tournament!" "This issue isn't actually that troublesome—" Noticing Barty and Ludo's expectant gazes fixated upon him, Bryan blinked and uttered those words lightly. 'Not troublesome?!' The perpetrator had managed to slip past the hotel's defenses undetected, sneak into their room, destroy the security plan, and leave before Bryan returned— to be able to do all these things, there must be a powerful person or a powerful force behind them. Moreover, Bryan himself had said that he found no clues about the culprit amidst the wreckage— being able to hide from the eyes of a wizard like Bryan also shows that the person who took action is experienced. Without tangible clues or evidence to guide their pursuit, identifying and convicting these scoundrels would consume a considerable amount of time and resources, even if the British Ministry of Magic devoted the entirety of its resources and leveraged every available connection at its disposal. As these sobering realizations appeared in Barty's mind, his expression cooled noticeably, the fires of determination flickering behind his steely gaze. Under the leadership of Cornelius Fudge, the once-formidable British Ministry of Magic had been steadily deteriorating, its foundations eroding with each passing day. It was precisely this self-inflicted weakness that encouraged their rivals to dare to strike. The recent silencing of Peter en route to Azkaban—an unprecedented scenario that would have been unimaginable during Millicent Bagnold's tenure as Minister—served as a grim reminder of the Ministry's waning influence and the threats that lurked in the shadows. "Oh, I see—" Bryan's hand fell upon Ludo's arm in a reassuring gesture, yet in that fleeting instant, a shadowy tendril, slipped unnoticed into Ludo's sleeve. Bryan gave Ludo an understanding smile. "I can imagine, Ludo, you must have been utterly exhausted last night!" "Indeed!" Ludo nodded fervently, his movements exaggerated in their desperation to convince, to dissipate the lingering doubts that clouded the air. His gaze then turned pitifully towards Barty Crouch, "I need rest, Barty, I was up all night—" "Get out, Ludo!" Barty's suspicions evaporated like morning mist, replaced by a furious glare that he shot at Ludo Bagman, his voice a thunderous roar that reverberated through the chamber. "Stop causing me trouble, Ludo! Go find somewhere to sleep where we can't see you!" Ludo practically sprinted from the room, and even after his retreating figure had long since vanished from sight, Barty still wore a scowling expression. "Letting someone like him become part of the Ministry... If this wasn't related to the Department of Magical Games and Sports, I would never have involved him, that blundering fool!" "At least, I think Mr. Bagman has a decent sense of humor—" A glint of something inscrutable flashed in the depths of Bryan's eyes, and after a faint, enigmatic smile, he turned and headed towards the tent. "Come, Barty, with your keen eye, let's review this plan and see if there's anything else worth improving, any potential vulnerabilities we might have overlooked." "Wait, Bryan—" Barty's agitated breathing gradually subsided, the turbulent emotions that had roiled within him settling into a deceptive calm. His brow furrowed slightly as he called out to Bryan's retreating back, a nagging question gnawing at his mind. "About that Monitoring Lens of yours, it was modified from an Omnioculars, correct?" "Yes—" Bryan turned around and asked in surprise, "Is there a problem?" "But you didn't get a modification permit from the Ministry, nor did you pay the patent fee to the workshop that produced it, correct?" Barty eyed the battered Monitoring Lens in Bryan's hand with suspicion. Bryan laughed dryly. What did this mean? At a time like this, Barty was still trying to catch him out? "If you want to send me to Azkaban too, Barty—" The corner of Bryan's mouth twitched. "I'll write to the Ministry now and have them sort out the proper procedures—" Barty stated, his tone matter-of-fact, brooking no argument. "I think we can include the Monitoring Lens in the security plan. I believe it would be a highlight!" Bryan had to admit, he hadn't considered using the Monitoring Lens to monitor the tournament proceedings, which could not only enhance the viewing experience but also greatly ensure the participant's safety during the competition. "But—" After thinking for a moment, Bryan said seriously, "Let me tell you in advance, Barty, I don't have money to pay any patent fees——" ******************************* For More Chapters; /FicFrenzy

0374 Monitoring Lens

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