Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 976 Taking Responsibility

Director Alonso, who was called out, was a bald man who usually presented a serious and rigid image. His face turned ashen, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wheeler tried to speak up, but only made a strange "hoarse" sound in his throat. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Some people around him glared at him with hostility, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked. His colleagues instinctively took a few steps back, as if he were radiating a plague.

If there was still room for argument before—

For example, Rita Skeeter's status as a foreign wizard naturally led to her being ostracized by American wizards;

For example, her reputation as a journalist is not very good, and her reports are often labeled as "questionable".

But after Leila and her companion disappeared—or rather, escaped—every word uttered by the curly-haired female reporter sounded like a verdict against someone.

The list continues, one familiar name after another, one crime after another, big or small, are read out coldly.

Some people had previously held onto the hope that "it might not be their turn," but when their names were suddenly called, they turned ashen-faced, and some collapsed to the ground, muttering "It's over."

Officials and ordinary wizards who had nothing to do with these matters were both shocked and furious.

The upright Aurors no longer waited for anyone's orders and directly took down the officials who had been named.

"Let me go! I've been framed! Are you trying to rebel? I'm your supervisor!"

Sloan Paul, who had just become the Auror's office director, was also among those named. However, he did not surrender. He struggled and shouted loudly while sweating profusely.

The two Aurors who had used the disarming charm to remove his wand seemed to realize each other's identities only then, and looked at each other with some hesitation in their eyes.

Arresting criminals is indeed the Auror's duty, but to treat one's superior like a criminal without orders from higher command is unacceptable...

Even if they are right, their political careers will come to an end.

"Shut up, you bastard!"

Samuel Goldstein strode forward and punched the new director hard in the face!
Sloan Paul's head snapped back, his face trembling like ripples on water, his bones making a soft, strained sound, and with a "pfft," blood mixed with saliva spurted out.

His nose was broken, a wave of pain shot straight to the top of his head, tears streamed down his face, and his head was buzzing.

In a daze, Sloan Paul was pulled back violently by a hand, and heard a man's voice filled with hatred:
“Don’t think this is over, Sloan Paul! I’m going to make you tell me everything—where is Leila Picqueli! Who killed my sister!”

At this moment, Serafina, whose attention was briefly drawn by the voice in the Mirror, also realized that someone had to be held accountable for everyone's unauthorized actions.

In the aftermath of this scandal, many officials will be imprisoned, with the lightest punishment being dismissal. But they are not alone; they have relatives and friends serving in Congress, or even holding high-ranking positions.

If anyone seeks to hold them accountable in the future, those who acted out of righteous indignation and took the initiative to subdue the criminals should not be subjected to further retaliation.

—Who is more suitable to take responsibility for this than her?

Without hesitation, Serafina raised her wand and tapped her throat, her previously faint voice instantly resonating throughout the room:
"Gentlemen, these are my orders... or rather, requests..."

Countless eyes were on her.

"This matter concerns national security and the stability of the magical society, and must not be tolerated... Immediately control and isolate all suspicious persons and related individuals, and await... await the investigation..."

Suddenly, Stella heard her aunt's breathing become rapid and weak.

She turned her head and saw the sickly flush on Serafina's face quickly fade, turning into a horrifying pale white.

Stella panicked and quickly grabbed her aunt's arm, saying urgently, "Auntie..."

But then, Serafina pinched her arm hard. To say "hard" was an understatement; it was only slightly more forceful than normal.

Stella understood what she meant, and tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip tightly and did not try to stop her.

Serafina took a moment to catch her breath, then continued with difficulty:

"However... during the investigation, we must protect the basic rights and... personal safety of those under control... We allow the use of a series of legal means such as flashback spells, truth serums, and memory viewing, but all procedures must be strictly recorded..."

"If the allegations are true... then, no matter... no matter how high the position or how senior the person involved, immediately remove them from all positions and authority, strip them of their wands... transfer them to Wizengamor to receive the most severe... the most severe... fair judgment..."

"This matter... will be left to..."

Her gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

Serafina had also been deceived by Leila for many years, and some of her friends were also members of Leila's interest group.

But at the same time, Serafina also knew that there were people who would absolutely not be bought off by Galon or persuaded by Fontana's theories. She knew several friends whose tempers were as hard and upright as stone.

However, before she could even utter the name, the strength in her body drained away as quickly as sand through an hourglass.

She tried to open her mouth, but her tongue felt weightless, so numb that she couldn't feel it.

Serafina's vision went black, and her body slid limply downwards.

"aunt!"

Stella cried out in surprise, nearly falling over from the sudden increase in strength on her arm. Fortunately, Wade, who was standing in the shadows, rushed forward and steadily supported Serafina's falling body.

From the crowd, a wizard with a healer's badge pinned to his chest quickly stepped forward, waving his wand a few times in front of Serafina, a soft white light flashing by.

She raised her head and said seriously:
"Ms. Picqueli's old injuries have not yet healed, and she has also experienced tremendous emotional fluctuations and physical exhaustion, leaving her mentally and physically exhausted. She must immediately receive systematic magical treatment and rest, and must not have any further exertion or stimulation. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Stella knew her and trusted her judgment completely. She nodded immediately, her eyes filled with tears, and said, "Let's go to the hospital now."

“I’ll go with you,” the therapist said decisively. “I can help stabilize her condition on the way.”

“Thank you for your help, Ms. Woods,” Stella replied.

Ignoring the chaos in the parliament, the group carefully floated Serafina to the surface, while the carriage that had brought them waited quietly outside.

Therapist Woods was the first to crawl into the carriage to provide emergency treatment to Serafina.

Stella was a step too slow. As she prepared to board the carriage, she suddenly paused, turned her head, and said:
"Mr. Grove, don't you have things to do tonight? You don't need to come back to the hospital with us. Go and take care of your business!"

[—Grove? Didn't I say before that my current pseudonym is Green?]

Wade thought to himself, then looked calmly at Stella, nodded, and said, "If anything happens, just contact me."

"I will……"

Stella stepped forward and took Wade's hand in her cold, trembling hands.

"Please... I know you're very capable," the girl choked out in a low voice. "My aunt believes in you, and so do I... Please, you must make sure that Layla and the others get what they deserve for what they did..."

Wade grasped her hand in return, his grip gentle yet firm. He didn't say much, only nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

(End of this chapter)