Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 196 Scrimgeour
The next day, a new notice appeared on the Gryffindor bulletin board.

There were many people gathered in front, but everyone remained silent, just staring at the content on the screen.

Xilun squeezed in for a look and immediately understood why everyone was silent.

The notice stated that Dementors and Ministry of Magic personnel would enter the castle on Saturday morning, and Professor McGonagall requested that everyone stay in the common room as much as possible and not go out.

“Only a fool would leave the common room at that time,” Ron whispered to Harry. “Who wants to wander around a castle full of Dementors?”

Harry didn't answer, but just stared at the notice with a worried look on his face, barely eating any breakfast.

"Are they... really only in the castle?" Harry finally couldn't help but ask. "What if those Dementors break into the common room?"

“I don’t think so. Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn’t let them do that,” Ron said. “My dad sent me a letter yesterday… He told me to be careful and mentioned that Dumbledore is very angry.”

"Because of Dementors?"

“That’s right.” Ron took a bite of his buttered bread. “Dumbledore didn’t want the Dementors to enter the castle, but Minister Fudge insisted on doing so, and the two had a big argument at the Ministry of Magic.”

“Dumbledore backed down, allowing the Dementors into the castle, but firmly opposed their searching of the common rooms and dormitories. My dad said he was very firm,”

"They had a fight?" Harry asked in surprise. "But I heard that Fudge respects Dumbledore a lot, and that he always comes to Hogwarts to ask for his opinion before making any important decisions."

“That was in the past. Have you seen him at school recently?” Ron asked.

Harry shook his head.

“My father once said that Fudge has tasted power and is no longer on Dumbledore’s side,” Ron said in a low voice, moving mysteriously closer to the three of them.

"He believed that Dumbledore would threaten his position, and this Dementor incident might have been intentional on his part."

"Did Mr. Weasley tell you this too?" Siron asked.

“That’s my guess,” Ron said. “But they really did have a fight, right there in a corridor in the Ministry of Magic, and a lot of people heard it.”

Harry fell silent again.

……

The day before the Dementors were to enter the castle, the wind howled and the rain poured down harder than ever before.

However, Harry was in a much better mood than a few days ago because he had come up with a good idea that might be able to deal with the Dementors who suddenly barged into the common room.

Professor Lupin must have a way to deal with Dementors, like the magic he used on the train.

There just so happens to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, so he could easily go to Professor Lupin to learn that spell.

With this in mind, Harry went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom early to wait.

But instead of Professor Lupin, Snape entered the classroom with the school bell.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked instinctively.

“He said he wasn’t feeling well today and couldn’t come to class,” Snape said sarcastically. “Are you satisfied with that answer? Also, Potter, you should raise your hand before speaking in class. I think Gryffindor should lose five points!”

Harry ignored him.

Was Professor Lupin feeling unwell because of the goblet Snape had brought over that day?

Absolutely. Snape always wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and now he's achieved his goal.
Harry stared intently at Snape, an action that cost Gryffindor another five points.

With no other option, Harry could only suppress his dissatisfaction for the time being and quietly tell the others about his discovery.

After hearing this, Ron and Hermione both looked at Snape with suspicion, but Siren didn't care at all.

Professor Lupin is not feeling well simply because yesterday was a full moon. Having just transformed into a werewolf, he had expended a great deal of energy and should be resting somewhere right now.

But speaking of the full moon, Siron was reminded of his previous experience of having a mandrake leaf in his mouth... truly unforgettable. "Oh, right, Mr. Ollivander." At that moment, Snape's voice brought Siron back to his senses.

“I am here, Professor,” Siron said, standing up.

“Go to the headmaster’s office now, someone wants to see you.” Snape glanced at him.

"Now?" Siren asked.

“Yes, now,” Snape said calmly. “Although I think you should take the course, the other person is an impatient person, so you’d better get there quickly.”

"it is good."

Amidst the envious glances of Harry and Ron, Siren packed his things and left the classroom.

"Great, I don't have to go to Snape's class... Why isn't anyone looking for me...?"

Once outside in the hallway, Siron could no longer hear Ron's voice.

He arrived at the door of the principal's office on the eighth floor.

As if prepared in advance, the ugly gargoyle stone beast had been moved to the other side beforehand, and without needing a command, Xilun walked straight up the spiral staircase at the back.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Xilun knocked on the oak door.

"I think Mr. Ollivander has arrived. Come in quickly," came Dumbledore's voice from inside.

Xilun pushed open the door.

Besides Dumbledore, there was another person in the office, tall and thin with grayish-yellow hair.

Xilun saw him, inside the crystal ball.

"Rufus, he is Cyren Ollivander, and the only student who has ever seen Sirius Black," Dumbledore said, revealing the man's identity to Cyren.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the Auror office director… No wonder Snape allowed him to leave during his class; if it was Scrimgeour’s request, then it’s not surprising.

Scrimgeour turned around, his sharp eyes fixed on Siren...

In that instant, Sirius keenly sensed something intruding into his consciousness, and at the same time, Dumbledore, behind the table, sat up slightly.

But neither of them reacted.

"Woo..."

The next second, Scrimgeour suddenly groaned, instinctively covering his forehead with his hand, a look of pain flashing in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Rufus?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

"N-nothing." Scrimgeour's expression returned to normal instantly. "I've just been too busy these past few days, and I was momentarily distracted."

“I see.” Dumbledore said with a sudden realization, “But your reaction just now reminded me of someone else. He once used Legilimency on Mr. Ollivander… Oh, don’t get me wrong, of course I know you would never do that. After all, I’ve said it many times before, Siron’s surname is Ollivander, you must know what that means.”

“Of course.” Scrimgeour’s face was tense, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

He remembered that every Ollivander was proficient in a special kind of brain-occlusion technique, and anyone who tried to pry into their memories would pay a terrible price.

But... he should have remembered sooner.

Because he hadn't been able to capture Sirius Black, Scrimgeour was under increasing pressure. So when he saw Sirius, he instinctively used Legilimency to see the most authentic events.

Then he felt as if his consciousness had crashed into a steel plate covered with spikes, and the spikes were also under a Cruciatus Curse... The intense pain was so intense that even he, a seasoned Auror who had experienced countless life-and-death situations, could not bear it and cried out.

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(End of this chapter)