Max walked through the narrow halls in the Ministry, Aurors talking to one-other about recent events that concerned the Ministry of Magic. Max slipped into his office unnoticed and took a seat behind his desk, tossing his wand from one hand to the other as he read the daily prophet to himself. "Of course, can’t get any real news can you", Max muttered. The same stories as the week before not much to his surprise. The reporters didn't have a clue what was going on, it was clear enough. Meaning the Ministry was doing their job at keeping the recent attacks a secret.