Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 483 People from the Ministry of Magic Arrive

Chapter 483 People from the Ministry of Magic Arrive

Harry didn't hear what Siren was saying to himself, and the group soon arrived at the Great Hall on the first floor with everyone else.

The events that occurred in Hogsmeade this morning have spread throughout the castle as students discuss them, and everyone is talking about it.

People were eager to know why Barty Crouch was in Hogsmeade, and why Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater, would kill his accomplice who helped them escape from Azkaban.

Dumbledore returned and hurried into the Great Hall halfway through dinner.

You could tell he was in a real hurry, covered in dust, with bits of dry leaves still clinging to his robe, as if he had just emerged from a thicket of bushes and hadn't had time to clean himself up before returning.

Professor McGonagall immediately stood up and went to meet them. The two whispered to each other for a moment, and then left the auditorium together. The other professors followed suit.

"Things seem to be getting complicated." After the professors left, Ron said in a low voice, "This should be the first time those Death Eaters have made a public appearance since their escape. I knew these people wouldn't stay quiet. They definitely can't resist continuing to do evil, just like they did more than ten years ago."

"Not necessarily. Don't forget, Voldemort isn't backing them up now—oh, for God's sake, don't say that, Ron—it's just a name, it won't suddenly punch you the moment you say it. I mean, you have to learn to overcome your fear of him."

"Ah, of course I know that." Ron poked at the stew on his plate, somewhat dejected. If he could, he would like to be able to casually mention the name of the Lodemote, just like Harry.

But he couldn't do it, and most pure-blood wizards couldn't either—habits and fears accumulated over a decade are really hard to change in a short time.

"One more thing, I have a feeling this might not be the first time Death Eaters have made a public appearance."

At this moment, Hermione looked up and said thoughtfully, "When we left Hogsmeade, I overheard a customer in Zonco's joke shop complaining that it wasn't safe to hide here. He also complained that the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic were too lax, not having caught even a single escaped Death Eater in all this time."

"Who told you that?" Ron asked.

"I don't know him; he must be from somewhere else."

"Then why didn't you say so before?"

"I've been wondering what this means." Hermione frowned. "First of all, it's safe to say that this isn't the first time he's encountered a Death Eater."

"Ah, why?" Ron asked curiously.

"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione glanced at him, looking at him like he was a monster. "That guy came to Hogsmeade to escape the Death Eaters, because it's the closest place to Hogwarts, and Hogwarts is the safest place in all of England."

"But he clearly didn't expect that the Death Eaters would dare to kill Barty Crouch in Hogsmeade."

"And he also wants to lay a hand on the students of Hogwarts," Harry said, glancing at Siron.

This is also a question that Xilun has been trying to think about.

He was certain that he did not know Antonin Dolokhov and that there could be no grudge between them.

But in Hogsmeade, the other party clearly intended to kill him. If he was just inherently cruel and wanted to kill a student for fun, then why did Antonin choose him out of so many people around?

More importantly, he also mentioned the magic wand.

Xilun doesn't believe this is just a coincidence.

—I should have used the Stunning Charm back then.

After dinner, everyone began to return to the common room. When they arrived at the foyer, Siron saw Fudge hurrying in, accompanied by several Aurors and a short witch wearing a pink cardigan.

As they passed the auditorium, the group made no attempt to stop and walked straight past. Judging from their route, their destination was likely the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"I don't like that person," Harry couldn't help but say.

"Who, Fudge?" Ron asked.

"No, it's that witch in the pink sweater," Harry said. "At Sirius's hearing, she repeatedly interrupted Dumbledore, trying to stop Sirius from clearing his name—what was her name again?"

"I don't remember either. I only remember you saying she looked like a dyed toad," Ron said. "But my dad mentioned her, saying she was a witch who liked to cause trouble for everyone."

"How can someone like that work at the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Of course, it's because she's so loyal to Fudge." Sirens shrugged. "I dare say, in the entire Ministry of Magic, Fudge trusts Umbridge the most."

"Oh, yes, that's the name." Harry nodded in realization.

However, encountering the Ministry of Magic was just a minor incident. After exchanging a few words, the conversation returned to Hogsmeade Village and the murdered Barty Crouch.

The complaints Hermione overheard in Joko gradually made them realize that the Death Eaters had probably appeared more than once, but they knew nothing about it.

"The Daily Prophet is no longer reliable." Back in the common room, Hermione found all the newspapers she had collected and threw them on the floor like trash.

"We need to find out what's going on outside. Do you have any good ideas?"

“I can write to my dad,” Ron said, “but there are some things he probably won’t tell us. You know, he always treats us like little kids and doesn’t let us get involved in things or information that he considers dangerous.”

Harry blinked but didn't say anything.

The only person he could write to was Sirius Black, but Sirius Black was already a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and lived in Hogwarts Castle just like him.

Besides that, there's the Vernon family. He couldn't very well write to his cousin Dudley to ask if any Muggles had been killed by wizards recently.

He could already imagine how angry Dudley's family would be after receiving the letter.

"So, all three of them turned their gaze to Xiren on the other side."

“My grandfather never paid attention to what was happening in the wizarding world,” Siron said. “Usually at this time, he would be deep in some forest searching for materials to make wands.”

"So there's absolutely nothing we can do?" Hermione sighed.

"That's not entirely true—" Xiren thought for a moment and said, "I can write a letter to Lupin; he should be willing to tell us some news that isn't in the newspapers."

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