Worthless morons, he thought as he closed the files.  He wasn't sure if he meant the Veela, their mates, or the Ministry hacks who'd taken the information down and filed it away.  Since the creatures weren't dangerous, or even especially interesting, no one had cared to be thorough.   He considered asking his father to see if there were more records in other countries but decided that would be a waste of time.  The French didn't like to share, and MACUSA was an absolute nightmare.  They'd just send back missives filled with refusals justified by how Britain had nurtured Voldemort, as if they hadn't had their own Shaman Uprising to contend with.  Not that anyone was supposed to know about that.