"What is the incantation and movement for the counter-charm?"
wand
"Revelo Mortem. And it requires pressing the tip of the wand into the Mark while speaking the incantation."
"How do you hide the Mark, again?"
"Abscondere Mortem. And pressing the tip of the wand into the Mark while speaking the incantation."
Madam Bones walked around her desk and slipped Jugson's sleeve up his arm. Pressing the tip of her wand into where she knew the Mark would be, she spoke the Incantation. "Revelo Mortem." When the Dark Mark appeared she waited a moment before pressing her wand tip back into the middle of the Mark. She muttered, "Abscondere Mortem." The Dark Mark, again, disappeared.
She then slid the sleeve of the man's robes back down again.
Returning to her chair, she sat down and resumed her some position. She asked, "Do you know when the Dark Lord will return?"
"No; but he will soon."
"Besides the Dark Lord, do you carry out spying for anyone?"
"Yes."
"Who do you carry out spying activities for?" "The Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy."
"Anyone else?" "No."
"Do you accept bribes?" "Yes."
"From whom do you accept bribes?" "Lucius Malfoy."
With a sigh, she looked to Scrimgeour and nodded her head.
Scrimgeour administered the Veritaserum antidote before stepping back to the corner and redonning the cloak.
Madam Bones waited until Jugson was clear-headed. When his face morphed into surprised shock, she hit him with the memory charm before removing the ropes.
"You were invited in to speak with me as I'm looking to see who's ready for promotion," she firmly said. "We had an enjoyable chat. You have a chance to be promoted if you continue to keep your nose clean."
She waited a few moments to allow the memory alteration to take hold before she smiled at the man and said, "Thank you for your time, Senior Auror Jugson. You may go."
"Thank you, Ma'am," replied Jugson. "I look forward to your decision."
Jugson rose from the chair, gave her a short bow and left the office.
"Bloody Hell!" she said with a most heartfelt sigh, after the door had closed behind Jugson.
The questioning continued through the afternoon and early evening, with a break for dinner, and into the night. Scrimgeour changed out with Robards under the invisibility cloak after each break.
The questioning began again the next morning. By lunch, all the ranks including the Trainee Aurors had been questioned. After lunch they went after the Cadet Aurors.
On the third day they sent for the out-posted aurors, including the ones out at Azkaban with them being spelled with replacements while they were in London.
After the out-posted aurors, next came the Hit Wizards. However, they were stunned as soon as they entered the door. Bones and Scrimgeour both knew some of them could easily see through cloaks and Notice-me-not charms.
Once she'd finished she called the Head of the Unspeakables, Algernon Croaker, to pay her a visit.
A quick explanation, with Scrimgeour as witness providing his own testimony, and Unspeakable Croaker was a man on a mission, nearly storming out of her office.
Then, a couple of days later, the Unspeakable suddenly popped into existence in Bones's office, behind the chair before her desk, startling the Hell out of the witch.
"Damn it, Algernon!" she barked. "Use the bloody door in future!"
Without
even
a
word
of
greeting
or recognition of Madam Bones's comments, Croaker said, "I found one among my people. Rookwood. He's been dealt with."
With a sigh, Amelia asked, "I take it he's dead?" Croaker simply nodded once.
"I'll receive a report of his death sometime in the coming days?" "Yes. It will show he died in a horrible, but classified, accident. He was the only fatality." "Any you suspect may become one if Riddle returns?" "Classified," replied Croaker. "If there are any, they too will be dealt with."
"Understood," said Madam Bones. Croaker suddenly disappeared again.
Now that they had a way to reveal the Dark Mark if it was hidden, they'd bide their time until she - with Croaker's help - could plan for and execute a massive clean sweep of the entire Ministry. They'd plan it; but, they'd just hold off on execution until a time when they knew the Minister couldn't interfere.
'Perhaps when he next attends one of his conferences?' she thought. With what some would call an evil grin, she began to plan.
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