Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 698 Hagrid, the most tight-lipped

Chapter 698 Hagrid, the most tight-lipped

"No need to look. With something this big happening, how could Dumbledore not know?" Sirius said.

In fact, after seeing today's Daily Prophet, Sirius knew that Dumbledore must have been to the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, the newspapers wouldn't have simply reported that Rufus Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic, had died in battle, but rather that the Ministry of Magic had been massacred by Voldemort, with countless staff members killed or injured.

"This is what I'm more curious about," Celen said, pointing to a spot on the newspaper.

"Dumbledore stopped Voldemort on the sixth floor, why was it there?"

"Yes, that's it," Hermione said. "Voldemort must have had a purpose in going to the sixth level of the Ministry of Magic, but we don't know what it is, and it's not mentioned in the newspapers."

"The sixth floor of the Ministry of Magic?" Harry pondered carefully.

He was recalling what the voice reporting the floor had said when he last visited the Ministry of Magic and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

The Ministry of Magic's elevators have a voice informing people inside which offices are on each floor as they pass through.

Harry tried for a long time, but could only remember that the bottom floor was the Department of Mysteries, and that Mr. Weasley's office was on the second floor.

He had never been to the sixth floor, and he had never noticed it while in the elevator.

So they all looked at Ron at the same time.

“I don’t know either,” Ron said. “But I can write to Percy, he’ll definitely know—in fact, Percy is a walking map of the Ministry of Magic, he knows it better than his own bedroom.”

Dumbledore hadn't returned by the time they finished eating and were getting ready to go to class, and even Professor McGonagall was unusually late.

She hurriedly entered the classroom five minutes after the first transformation lesson began.

"I apologize, everyone." Professor McGonagall's lips were pressed into a tight line. "For some reasons—which I think you already know—I just returned from the Ministry of Magic."

A buzz of discussion immediately filled the classroom.

"Professor, what exactly happened?"

"Is it really the mysterious person?"

"The Minister of Magic has been killed?"

"Did Headmaster Dumbledore catch him?"

What's on the sixth floor of the Ministry of Magic?

Everyone asked questions at once, eager to get the answers they wanted to know from Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall didn't answer at all. She simply explained why she was late and then said nothing more.

"All you need to know is that there is no danger at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said, raising her voice to barely drown out the surrounding chatter.

"Alright, let's begin the lesson. Multiple transformations—this is definitely going to appear on the NEWT exam. Remember what I said, it definitely will!"

Multiple transformations refer to transforming an object multiple times. For example, Professor McGonagall now asks them to turn a match into a needle, and then turn that needle into a toothpick.

At first, many people laughed when they heard this request—to turn a match into a needle, which was the content of the first-grade transformation lesson.

They're already in sixth grade; even with just one extra step, they'll definitely be able to complete it easily.

However, the truth is that half a class period had passed, and apart from Xilun, no one else in the classroom had been able to complete the requirement.

too difficult.

Anyone can turn a match into a needle, but when they try to turn that needle into a toothpick, the magic seems to vanish suddenly, and no matter how they wave the wand, nothing changes.

Oh wait, there have been some changes.

Seamus Finnigan accidentally shattered the needle and the table together when he swung his wand too hard.

—It's a good thing, even though Gryffindor lost twenty points to an angry Professor McGonagall, at least it proved that everyone's magic is still there.

After that, no one asked Professor McGonagall any more questions until the end of get out of class; everyone was focused on trying to turn the needle into a toothpick.

"I suspect Professor McGonagall did it on purpose." As he left the classroom, Ron said irritably, "I've looked at the textbook. Today we should be learning the Bird Charm, not some kind of multiple transfiguration!"

"Professor McGonagall did it on purpose, trying to shut us up with a difficult spell."

"But we really didn't manage to do it." Hermione, like Professor McGonagall, pursed her lips into a tight line.

She also failed to turn the needle into a toothpick, marking the first time she had failed to complete the professor's assignment by the end of get out of class.

"But Silen did it, proving that it's not impossible."

"Probably because I've learned more difficult Transfiguration techniques," Siron said with a shrug.

He was referring to Animagus, who, since learning this, made learning other Transfigurations incredibly easy, like riding a fire bolt.

But Harry and his friends didn't think about it that way; they were still discussing Voldemort's purpose in attacking the Ministry of Magic.

Harry didn't know when Percy's reply would arrive, and in the meantime, he wanted to investigate the secrets of the sixth floor of the Ministry of Magic himself.

He thought it wouldn't be a difficult thing, after all, Hogwarts had hundreds of students, surely someone would know.

However, in reality, more than half of these students have never been to the Ministry of Magic. Of the remaining small group, half are in Slytherin.

Harry obviously couldn't go to Slytherin, but when he asked a few familiar classmates, none of them knew anything about it.

Even Siron couldn't quite recall them for a moment. He only knew that the Department of Law Enforcement was on the second floor, the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control was on the fourth floor, and the Department of International Magical Cooperation was on the fifth floor.

If we exclude these, there don't seem to be many left.

Then, Harry suddenly thought of someone.

So in the afternoon, they left the castle with Siron.

"What a rare sight!" Hagrid exclaimed as he saw Harry standing next to Siren near the Forbidden Forest. "I never expected so many people to come to class today."

"Don't say that, Hagrid." Harry blushed. "You said you wouldn't bring it up again."

"Ah, I did say that." Hagrid smiled, seemingly genuinely unconcerned.

"So, what brings you here today?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you know this." Harry spread out his newspaper.

Hagrid immediately stopped smiling.

"Ah, of course I know," Hagrid said. "In fact, I went there that day, but by the time I got there, the mysterious man had already run away."

Harry's eyes lit up.

"Hagrid, you—"

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Harry." Hagrid seemed to have guessed what Harry was going to say, and immediately raised an eyebrow smugly. "I won't tell you anything this time."

"You've got it wrong, Hagrid." Harry blinked. "I just wanted to ask if the Ministry of Magic was really destroyed, as everyone says."

"Of course not," Hagrid said. "Although many of those fireplace models are damaged, the Ministry of Magic will be able to fix them quickly."

fireplace----

Harry clapped his hands suddenly.

"I understand, the sixth floor is the Magic Transportation Bureau!"

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