The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 610 Sit-in War

"That's how it is—that's how it is." Loila rubbed her hands together and looked at Professor McGonagall, whose expression was quite interesting.

"Professor Hamilton—"

"Um?"

"Sometimes there's no need to go into the details."

"I'm...sorry," Loila said, looking down awkwardly.

McGonagall didn't say anything more, but instead looked at the mountains and boxes of various supplies displayed in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The Hamilton family provided hundreds of necklaces to block the magic array, as well as enough food and water for thousands of people for a month.

Even Loila's Space Extension Book had been moved back and forth many times, and now they were all here—looking at these supplies, McGonagall nodded slightly.

This is the source of Hogwarts' confidence in its protracted struggle with the Ministry of Magic.

"Distribute these supplies to the students as soon as possible, especially the safety necklaces—every student should wear one," McGonagall said to the professors. "And also, keep an eye on security."

"It would be bad if an Auror secretly sneaked into Hogwarts."

"And—" McGonagall looked at Moody, who was standing silently to the side, and said, "Mr. Moody, could you contact Albus?"

"—" Moody said after a few seconds of silence, "Albus already knows what happened here."

"He has his own ideas."

"Your own thoughts?" McGonagall sighed upon hearing this, and Loila pursed her lips as well.

That old man Dumbledore wasn't there when he was needed most—if he were still here, he would have just rushed out and wiped out all these Aurors!

They were actually hiding in a corner!

I despise you, Dumbledore!

With a helpless grit of his teeth, Luo Yi turned his attention to the Auror.

"Have those Aurors made any moves?" Loila asked after thinking for a moment.

"Not yet." McGonagall shook her head and walked to the window, where Loila followed her.

Through the window, Loila could see a mountain of tents pitched on the distant hillside. Clearly, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had surrounded Hogwarts and were preparing for a protracted battle.

That makes sense, since strictly speaking, Hogwarts is the alma mater of these Aurors, and the teachers and professors are their former mentors—the students are their juniors.

The downside of having only one school in the entire British wizarding community is that you can't expect seniors to beat juniors or students to beat teachers over something like this, right?

Director Scrinker certainly didn't want to do that either—that's why he specifically told me that.

“It’s been like this ever since the negotiations started,” McGonagall said, frowning. “They haven’t made a move—they’ve just been standing around.”

"Mmm."

"Should we take the initiative?" Loira asked boldly.

"—" McGonagall was silent for a few seconds before shaking her head: "The best thing to do now is to avoid conflict with them."

"If we take the initiative—it could have irreversible consequences," McGonagall said slowly. "Waiting for things to change might be the best course of action."

Is that so? — But to be honest, seeing so many Aurors gathered outside, Loila still felt a little uneasy —

What if they are just gathering strength?

And—is Fudge really not going to interfere? If he unleashes his army of fire spirits, things will be terrible—and then there are those Dementors of Azkaban—Royla is a little worried about either of them—

She pursed her lips, gripped her wand tightly, looked out the window, and took a deep breath.

Meanwhile, Scrimgeour, standing outside the school, was equally worried—he remembered his conversation with Dumbledore in Godric's Hollow.

"That's right—we must be careful and prevent war from breaking out under any circumstances." "Director Scrimgeour, all the Aurors who can be assembled have been gathered," an Auror beside him whispered.

"Hmm—" Scrimgeour nodded and said, "Well then—let everyone stay here for now."

"Do not enter the grounds of Hogwarts, and do not provoke the students or professors inside."

"Yes, sir!"

Even after the Auror stepped back, the worry on Scrimgeour's face remained unresolved.

How many more days can this last?

Before long, Fudge will be holding people accountable, and once he hardens his heart and demands an attack—what should I do then?

Scrimgeour asked himself the question, and he had already come to the answer—he wouldn't do such a thing for the Ministry of Magic's own selfish desires—but that also meant he might no longer be the head of the Auror office at the Ministry of Magic.

"Master—are we really going to attack Hogwarts?"

At this moment, several Aurors mustered up their courage and walked up to him, asking in a low voice.

"—" Scrimgeour didn't answer immediately, but simply looked at Hogwarts quietly. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Sometimes we don't have much of a choice—"

"We can only try to delay the arrival of the choice as much as possible."

"Perhaps they'll surrender after a few days of siege," an Auror said optimistically. "After all, going against the Ministry of Magic is highly unlikely."

Scrimgeour didn't answer. After all, he didn't think Lupin and Royla would have missed his warning. If they did, it would just be a tug-of-war.

"But if they surrender, Professor Hamilton will definitely go to Azkaban, won't he?" an Auror muttered. "That's not a good thing."

"yes--"

These Aurors muttered to themselves and then fell silent, a sentiment shared by most of the British wizarding community at that time.

Although the newspapers criticized Hogwarts mercilessly, many people were aware of what had happened—the Ministry of Magic's credibility was declining—and the Ministries of Magic in other countries had also held emergency meetings.

Even the International Federation of Wizards had formally notified Fudge to come and report for duty—but of course, he ignored all of this.

He's like a train running at full speed; the only options left are to derail and plunge into the sea, or to continue down a dark path.

These are already the accepted answers in the hearts of all Aurors.

But what can be done?

Scrimgeour closed his eyes and slowly returned to his tent.

How long can this last? I guess it won't be more than a week—Fudge himself will be here, right?

Moreover, Scrimgeour had a feeling that Fudge was hiding something—just as Dumbledore had said—Voldemort was already watching from the shadows.

Oh, Headmaster Dumbledore, if you really want to do something, then do it now—this is really not the time for you to hide in the shadows.

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