Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 767 New Arrangements

When Xilun arrived in the downstairs living room, the dining table was already full of people.

Kingsley Shackle, the head of the Auror office at the Ministry of Magic, sat on the far left, in the most prominent position.

He was injured; one arm hung limply at his sides, and half of his face was an unnatural purplish-red. Upon closer inspection, one could see the bulging veins on his neck constantly throbbing.

The Cramp Curse is a type of black magic. It's certainly not as painful as the Cruciatus Curse, but its advantage is its long duration. If you don't know a specific way to break the curse, this cramp-like pain can last for almost a whole day.

Clearly, Kingsley couldn't break the curse and could only endure it. The abnormal purple hue on his face was also likely another form of unknown black magic.

Siron entered the living room and waved his wand. A blue unicorn, seemingly shimmering with starlight, appeared out of thin air and passed directly through Kingsley's body.

"what!"

With a scream, Kingsley convulsed and collapsed onto the table, his robes almost soaked with cold sweat. But miraculously, his complexion returned to normal, and his twitching neck fell silent.

"Thank you, Siron," Kingsley said weakly.

Through Lupin and Dumbledore's transformations, the Order of the Phoenix already knew that Shiren possessed a special kind of magic capable of countering all known dark magic.

Only after experiencing it firsthand did Kingsley realize that this magic was far more amazing than he had imagined.

He was under the spell of at least three different dark magic spells, and each one was a challenge for this seasoned Auror.

As it turned out, Xiren was fine in just one second.

Of course, the side effects are also obvious.

When the unicorn passed through his body, Kingsley felt as if his soul was being torn apart. At that moment, he recalled the memory of being ambushed by the Cruciatus Curse when he was arresting the dark wizard.

For a long time, he thought there could never be a more unforgettable experience—until a minute ago.

If it weren't for the powerful willpower he had forged as an Auror, Kingsley felt he would have fainted on the spot.

He then thought of Dumbledore.

It is said that Dumbledore was subjected to the same spell three times, but he appeared to be exactly the same as before.

—That's amazing.

In a daze, Kingsley slowly exhaled and straightened up again.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny rushed down in a panic.

"Mother!"

Ron immediately spotted Mrs. Weasley in the crowd.

"I heard from George—he said—the Ministry of Magic—"

Whether from shock or fear, Ron was somewhat incoherent when he spoke.

"Yes, the Ministry of Magic collapsed and was completely overrun by the Death Eaters." Kingsley sighed and finished the sentence for him.

The group's faces paled, with Hermione reacting the most, involuntarily taking a few steps back and gripping the handrail tightly with her right hand.

"They deliberately chose to do it at night—" Kingsley continued, "Almost every department head was attacked. There was also a mysterious figure; I personally witnessed the head of the Enforcement Division kneel before him and defect on the spot."

"And the Minister of Magic, when I and a group of Aurors arrived at the Minister's house, it had already been reduced to ruins."

"Fudge is dead?" Ron asked in a trembling voice.

Kingsley glanced at Ron.

Generally speaking, Ron is not a formal member of the Order of the Phoenix, and he would not answer such a casual question at such an important time.

But whether out of consideration for Harry or for some other reason, Kingsley hesitated for a moment before answering his question.

"I don't know." He shook his head and said softly, "When we got there, it was indeed a ruin, but we didn't find Fudge in the ruins."

"Of course, it could also be because we didn't find them," Kingsley continued. "Shortly after we arrived, the Death Eaters appeared; they've been hiding nearby."

At this moment, Kingsley's face showed a look of lingering fear.

"Fortunately, Aurors have a habit of carrying a spyglass, which allowed them to spot the Death Eater attempting a sneak attack in time. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have been hit by just three dark spells."

He glanced instinctively at Mad-Eye Moody across from him.

Regardless of whether they are on a mission, Aurors are required to wear a viewing scope at all times; this was the last rule Moody made before his retirement.

At the time, many Aurors only found it troublesome, but they never expected that a few years later, this rule would save their lives.

Whether Cornelius Fudge is still alive or not is no longer important.

After a long period of contemplation, Mad-Eye Moody across from him said in a deep voice, "If I'm not mistaken, a 'Fudge' will definitely appear in the Ministry of Magic as usual after dawn."

"You mean they'll impersonate Fudge using Compound Herbal Potion?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Perhaps," Mad-Eye Moody shook his head. "Whether that person is the real Fudge or a Death Eater who has taken Polyjuice Potion, we need to be prepared. Because in a few hours, the Ministry of Magic will no longer be on our side."

"And they'll become our enemies," Mr. Weasley added.

It's obvious to anyone that the first thing the Death Eaters would do after taking over the Ministry of Magic would be to find them and wipe them out completely.

The first to be affected is the Department of Magical Transportation.

At that time, they probably won't be able to use Apparition, Floo Net, and Portkeys as freely as before.

This is undoubtedly a big problem.

"Kingsley, have you contacted the other Aurors?" Mad-Eye Moody asked after a moment's thought.

"I've contacted everyone except Scott and Dawson," Kingsley said. "There's also the batters, who have always been directly under the Director of Law Enforcement, and it's been difficult for me to contact all of them in a short time."

"Let's do our best," Mad-Eye said in a deep voice. "We need to save as many warriors as possible who can fight the Death Eaters as possible before we start working at the Ministry of Magic."

Kingsley nodded, and then left the Burrow with Mr. Weasley and Bill.

Mrs. Weasley watched them leave the house, her eyes filled with worry.

This time is different from before. Once they walk out of this door, they may never be able to come back.

But Mrs. Weasley did not stop her or say anything, because she would soon receive her own mission and leave the Burrow.

However, Mad-Eye Moody first looked at the group of Sirens on the other side.

"And you guys—I'm sorry, but last night's plan will have to be canceled. You won't be able to ride brooms to Hogwarts."

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"Why!" Harry asked. "Will the Department of Magical Transportation still see us riding broomsticks?"

"Yes, it's possible, just not as obvious as Apparition," Mad-Eye Moody said. "And don't forget, the Ministry of Magic has not only the Department of Transportation, but also the Department of Sport, which can prohibit wizards from riding brooms over cities."

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