Feeling the shift in the magic, Dumbledore looked out the window and sighed.
Black clouds had shrouded the endless sky and made them look ominous.
Bad omen sang their songs.
And he knew the time of prophecy was near.
"What should we do, Dumbledore? Something really bad is going to happen soon."
Minerva asked him while her eyes were focusing on the newspaper.
There was an article that made the whole britain magical community in an uproar.
That article was "Lucious Malfoy is dead."
"Now that they have lost their main funding provider. They will try to do something to cover up for their loss."
Dumbledore took lemon drops and put them into his mouth. Feeling refreshed he continued.
"But don't worry about it too much. Someone is going to take care of them. We don't have to do anything."
Dumbledore looked toward his desk.
There was something he shouldn't have.
And that was a phone. A phone from outside the magical world.
Normally, magic and technology couldn't go well together.
However, there was nothing Tony Stark couldn't do.
"Are you really going to let that man handle them? Are you sure that is the right choice?"
Minerva narrowed her eyes.
She talked about someone she disliked very much.
Dumbledore laughed when he saw his long time friend showing such a rare expression on her face.
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"Don't be like that Minerva. He is just a paranoid man. I promise you that we can trust him."
Minerva could only nod her head.
She trusted Dumbledore so she would not say anything more.
Suddenly, a knocking sound on the door interrupted them.
"He must have arrived. I will go back to my class."
Minerva then transfigured herself into a cat then she jumped out of the window.
The one who arrived was Arthur, he walked inside the room after getting permission.
He noticed a little shift of magical power and knew someone was here not long ago.
"It's Professor Minerva. Come and sit here my boy."
Dumbledore said as he sat on his chair.
Arthur nodded and went to sit on the chair in front of him.
He noticed that there was a newspaper on the desk.
He saw Lucious Malfoy's moving picture and made a guess that Dumbledore might call him for that.
"It's me who killed him. He ambushed me last night with his emo gang."
Arthur admitted honestly. He had no reason to hide it.
Dumbledore should know since last night that there was a battle not far from the Hogwarts ground.
Dumbledore shook his head.
"I didn't call you here because of that."
He took lemon drops and gave them to Arthur then said.
"I call you because someone has asked me to let you on to something."
He gave Arthur his phone and he remembered the design.
"This is the phone connected directly to Nick Fury. Why do you have that?"
Dumbledor smiled. He knew that Arthur would ask this question but to be honest.
It wasn't something complicated.
"He wants a spy and I want resources. We just made a deal."
He found it reasonable that even ten rings could do business inside the magical world.
Why would Shield not.
"Okay, I will call him even though I have already told him everything."
He waited for a little bit and the call was answered. However, he was surprised that Fury's voice was very feminine.
It was not Fury who received it but someone else.
She was appointed to deal with ten rings by Nick Fury.
"My name is Daisy Johnson. I am a level 3 Trinket Master! Please take care of me!"
She told Arthur everything that Nick told her.
Ten rings was the threat to the world and he needed someone very strong to handle it.
Who would be more fit than him.
"So, he basically told me to work for him… Alright, I will give him a piece of my mind later."
Arthur couldn't believe Nick would trust him to do something .
He didn't even meet him even once.