novelraw Chapter 237 Suppressing Information Only for the Position
Chapter 237 Suppressing Information Only for the Position
Chapter 237 Suppressing Information Only for the Position
Meanwhile, inside Hogwarts Castle, the Boxer Rebellion heroes drew their swords and spears, charging left and right, engaging in continuous battle. The Death Eaters, who had never seen such a scene, were quickly felled like vegetables being chopped into pieces.
Blood gushed from the cracks in the rocks, and the magic wand broke in two, scattering across the ground. This was truly a display of swift justice and vengeance, the conduct of good men and women of the martial world.
The corridor echoed with shouts of battle, and the clang of metal clashed beside the spiral staircase. Screams of agony rose along the stone walls, and the sharp thud of blades piercing flesh filled the air.
Filch remained huddled in his office, shivering and curled up in a ball with Mrs. Loris in his arms.
The mischievous ghost was hiding in the chandelier watching the commotion when he caught a glimpse of a badger man below smashing three or five Death Eaters with a meteor hammer. He quickly shrunk his head back under the lampshade.
The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang could only peek from the empty classrooms, their faces pale and their limbs weak.
Little did they know that the Hogwarts students would relentlessly pursue and kill this Death Eater.
The Boxer Rebellion heroes, their eyes bloodshot with rage, drove the remaining seven or eight Death Eaters all the way to the castle hall.
The Death Eaters had long since dropped their wands and staggered back to the stone pillar. Before they could even beg for mercy, the heroes had already swarmed them.
All that could be seen was the cold glint of the broadsword, the thrust of the spear into the red plum blossoms, the whistling wind of the golden mace, and the cracking sound of the nine-section whip, as if they wished they could smash the bones to pieces.
Just then, McGonagall came running down the corridor. Seeing that all the students were red-faced and their eyes were gleaming with ferocity, he quickly steadied himself and shouted.
"Alright, kids, stop!"
"You have wiped out all the Death Eaters in the castle!"
Although McGonagall's shout was loud, it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, and was instantly drowned out by the deafening sounds of battle.
The crowd was already blinded by rage and wouldn't listen to any advice. They just kept stabbing and punching the Death Eaters with their swords and spears, and the sounds of splattering and cracking were endless.
Just then, Hermione, having dispelled her true form as the Drought Demon and broken the spell, rushed back to the castle and stumbled upon this scene.
She was startled and exclaimed, "What are you doing?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Slytherin student with platinum blonde hair turned around and echoed his words from the outside of the crowd.
"Of course, it's for revenge!"
Hermione stared intently, recognized the person's face, and froze. Her expression shifted several times, first surprise, then suspicion, and finally, a strange look settled on her face.
Malfoy?
What's this guy up to?
Was his father killed by Voldemort?
Hermione found the matter strange and suspicious, but with danger lurking everywhere, it was not the time to investigate.
He suppressed all his doubts and tapped his throat twice with his right hand, the sound as loud as a crane's cry piercing the clouds.
"Calm down! This isn't the time to take your anger out on a dead man!"
"Go to the owlhouse and write a letter warning your family to beware of Death Eaters! Seek the protection of the Aurors!"
"Tell all wizards in the magical world that Voldemort is back!"
His words were clear and well-organized. The students all nodded in agreement and turned to run towards the owl shed.
McGonagall stood on the second-floor balcony, looking pleased at the scene, before turning to go and offer assistance elsewhere.
The hall was filled with the sound of footsteps, but after only a few steps, a loud shout rang out: "Everyone, stop!"
The shout silenced the entire hall. A hundred pairs of eyes turned to look, and there was Fuji leading a group of officials, hurrying in from the other end of the corridor.
Fudge ran so fast his sleeves billowed in the wind, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was still panting heavily, his face taut and tense.
Once he had caught his breath, Fudge, his chest still heaving, quickly added, "The Ministry of Magic is now handling the Hogwarts attack!"
Many students, seeing that it was the minister himself, relaxed considerably and secretly lowered their weapons.
Fudge's eyes swept across the scene, noticing the bloodstains on the ground and the red and white stains on the weapons. His throat tightened, but he forced down his fear and raised his voice, saying, "Now put your weapons on the ground and go back to your quarters."
"As Minister, I swear to you, the Ministry of Magic will handle everything properly!"
The students, having spent most of their time in the academy, had seen a few storms with Harry, but were ultimately inexperienced in the ways of the world.
When Fujie shouted with such official authority, some people hesitated and were about to put down their weapons.
Just then, two red-haired men suddenly jumped out from the crowd; they were Fred and George.
Having received Harry's favor, the two of them had long been running a business in Hogsmeade and were accustomed to all sorts of people, so they immediately sensed something amiss in his words.
George was the first to call out, "I have a question!"
"When the Death Eaters attacked, why didn't we see anyone from the Ministry of Magic come to our aid?"
"Kids, you can't blame me for this," Fudge said, waving his hand impatiently. "Most of my subordinates are clerical workers; they can't do much."
"Moreover, those dark wizards sealed off the castle, so the exclusive communication magic between me and the Auror's office couldn't be sent out at all."
Although this explanation was somewhat forced, it did manage to shut Fred and George up.
Hermione had long seen through Fudge's intentions, knowing that he was afraid of the crowd's weapons and feared that he would be killed as well.
However, she had no intention of pointing it out. Instead, she grabbed the two Weasley brothers and told them to go to the owlhouse immediately and tell them everything that had happened that day.
Fred and George nodded and turned to leave.
Before the heels of her boots could even turn, she heard Fudge urgently call out from behind, "Wait!"
"This must not be allowed to get out!"
After that shout, the hall fell silent again, and a hundred or so eyes were fixed on Fudge.
Hermione's eyebrows furrowed, and she asked suspiciously, "Minister, what do you mean by this?"
"Of course, it's for the stability of the magical world!"
A hint of madness appeared in Fudge's eyes. He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, put on a confident expression, and said, "Think about it. The people will panic, be confused, and bewildered—fear is contagious."
"It wouldn't be good if fairies, centaurs, or giants or other magical creatures took this opportunity to deliberately create chaos."
"As you know, they've always had a lot of complaints about the Ministry of Magic, especially the goblins."
That made sense. Hermione pondered for a moment and nodded, saying, "Minister, please issue the Ministry of Magic's First-Level Warning Charm."
"At least let the wizards know that this is no longer a time of peace."
Fudge shook his head vigorously, "No, no, no, Miss Granger, you don't seem to understand what I mean."
"I mean, nothing that happened at Hogwarts today should be told to anyone."
These words caused an uproar in the hall.
A woman from the Eagle Union stepped forward, shouting angrily, "I almost died at the hands of the Death Eaters! That Killing Curse grazed my ear!"
"But you're still alive, aren't you?"
Another person asked, annoyed, "What if my parents are threatened by Death Eaters?"
"I don't think that possibility is very high. Just think about how many people there are in the magic world."
A man with bloodshot eyes jumped out and roared, "My sister is dead!"
"Let's look on the bright side. Maybe—maybe she can turn into a ghost?"
As soon as these words were spoken, gasps of shock were heard.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes fixed on Fudge, utterly horrified.
Upon hearing this, the floating figure, Royna, nearly fell over.
She steadied herself on the cloud, lowered her eyes to examine Fuji, her eyelids twitching incessantly.
How did this idiot become Minister of Magic?
And who were the idiots who put him in that position?
Seeing this, Naumridge shrank his neck and hid his head, moving closer to Fudge's side and quickly whispering in his ear.
"Well, Minister Fudge, wizards with strong obsessions only become ghosts after they die."
"And in most cases, they become ghosts the instant they die—"
Fudge realized he had spoken out of turn and was in a state of utter confusion. He had no patience to listen to Umbridge's rambling.
He shoved her aside, cleared his throat, and insisted, "Anyway, what I mean is, if everyone mistakenly believes the mysterious person has been resurrected..."
Before he could finish speaking, Hermione's voice suddenly rose, interrupting him: "Minister, you should have seen Voldemort and his Death Eaters storming into the Quidditch pitch, shouldn't you?"
Upon hearing this, Fujina Khan wiped even more, his eyes growing increasingly frenzied.
"Did I see that? I was staring at the maze the whole time, I wasn't even looking up at the sky—"
"This could also be an imitation by some dark wizard; whether it's actually the mysterious person remains to be seen."
Hermione felt a surge of anger rising within her as she listened to Fudge's stammering words, and she nearly fainted.
This scumbag! This beast!
No wonder Harry always wanted to kill him!
She gritted her teeth inwardly, feeling the magic surging through her limbs and bones, and a faint green light emanating from her fingertips.
Just then, a series of explosions suddenly rang out from between the castle's columns, the sound like tearing silk.
Immediately, several figures appeared in response, all of them Aurors with wary expressions.
The Aurors appeared and, in the blink of an eye, had already formed a defensive formation, surrounding Fudge in the center with their staffs pointing outwards, forming an impenetrable wall.
Immediately, Scrimgeour strode forward, glanced at the horrific scene in the hall, and his face darkened like iron.
"I'm sorry, Minister, I'm late."
When Fudge saw Scrimgeour, his eyes welled up with tears and his heart burned with warmth. He felt that this rough man was even closer to him than his own wife.
He grabbed Scrimgeour's arm and slapped him hard, his courage instantly filling him. Turning back, he shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Alright, children! Now go back to your dormitories!"
"The Ministry of Magic will handle everything!"
Unfortunately, Fudge's previous remarks had already angered everyone, and even several professors nearby shook their heads repeatedly, so how could the students possibly comply?
A flurry of swords flashed and blades were raised, wands were drawn from waists, and curses roared incessantly.
"Go eat slugs, you bunch of bastards!"
"Why should we lay down our weapons! I see you're clearly in cahoots with the Death Eaters!"
"I'm voting for Professor Dumbledore as the next Minister of Magic!"
Seeing that the students seemed about to erupt, Fudge's eyelids twitched, and he quickly alerted the Aurors, shouting, "I hope you've thought this through. You are defying the Ministry of Magic's orders!"
"It's no different from what those dark wizards do!"
Upon hearing this, Scrimgeour felt his temples throbbing and raised his hand to press his forehead.
He took a few deep breaths, his chest rising and falling slightly, and turned around to say in a deep voice, "Minister, our enemy is not a group of children."
He then added, "I believe that announcing the current situation to the magical community is the best option."
"Reveal the current situation?!"
Fudge suddenly let out a strange cry, as if he had been stimulated by something, his eyes filled with madness, and he quickly whispered in her ear.
"Don't be silly, Rufus. The child you're talking about is just as dangerous as the dark wizard who attacked Hogwarts!"
"And didn't you hear what they were saying? They want Dumbledore to be the new minister!"
"They've already been brainwashed by Dumbledore!"
"And then there's that Chinese sorcerer! All these things only happened after he arrived. I suspect there's foreign infiltration behind this!"
Fudge's words were incoherent, a mix of human and ghostly language, all aimed straight at Scrinker, making his heart ache.
Is the position of minister really that important?
He was feeling very uncomfortable when he suddenly heard a loud bang, followed by a cloud of black mist that appeared out of thin air and condensed into a human shape in an instant.
Amidst the fluttering black robes, who else could it be but Harry?
Upon seeing this, everyone in the hall fell silent instantly.
Harry glanced around and saw the Boxers and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic facing off, swords and staffs everywhere, ready to pounce.
The Boxers called for Harry to come closer, while several Aurors exchanged glances.
Harry frowned, glanced around the room, and suddenly fixed his gaze on Fudge's face.
His eyes darted around, and he instantly roared, "You damned bastard! How could the Righteous Heroes and the Aurors be fighting each other for no reason? It must be you who's behind this!"
Upon hearing this, Fudge's forehead veins bulged, and he was even angrier than Harry, his face turning purplish-red.
"Harry Potter!"
"It must be a conspiracy between you and Dumbledore! Everything that happened today is related to you!"
"I saw those Dementors! You must have been the one who transferred them from Azkaban!"
Harry scoffed, "Who cares which Dementors they want to follow?"
"You bunch of birds, instead of dealing with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, you come here to bully the students. Do you perhaps want to sit in that third Dark Lord's chair?"
"A blatant stain!" Fudge roared, his eyes reddening. "Prepare to go to the Ministry of Magic again, Mr. Potter!"
"The statute of limitations for the Azkaban case hasn't expired yet," he said, but before he could finish, a loud "boom" rang out, and the castle gate was instantly blown to pieces.
A powerful gust of air, carrying smoke and dust, rushed in, and a figure slowly walked out. His white hair and beard fluttered like snow waves; it was none other than Dumbledore.
Fudge, having finally met the person in question, immediately exclaimed angrily, "Ah! Dumbledore!"
"I expect you to give me a reasonable explanation for why you were nowhere to be found during the critical moment at Hogwarts."
Dumbledore didn't even turn his head, simply saying calmly, "Shut up."
Fudge's words caught in his throat, his anger frozen on his face.
Harry, who was watching closely, thought to himself: "Huh! I've known the professor for four years, but this is the first time I've seen him like this!"