Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 732 The Ministry of Magic Attacked Again

Chapter 732 The Ministry of Magic Attacked Again

"Molly, I also want to bring Potter out as soon as possible, but I can't."

The atmosphere in the Burrow was heavy. Mad-Eye Moody stood between the living room and the kitchen, his expression even more somber than when he was at Hogwarts.

"I spotted at least three Death Eaters on Privet Drive; they've been keeping watch there!"

"And then there's the Ministry of Magic—according to my information, a few minutes after Dumbledore was killed—that is, while we were at Hogwarts, Barty Crouch Jr. led another group of Death Eaters to attack the Ministry of Magic. And their target was still the Department of Magical Transportation on the sixth floor."

"But what does it matter?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "And I heard that Kingsley has already repelled them—"

“Of course it’s related,” Mad-Eye Moody said in a gruff voice. “Kingsley did defeat them, but it was a chaotic scene. Almost every office was broken into. It’s hard to say whether Death Eaters infiltrated the area or whether someone was hit with a Imperius Curse.”

"If that were to happen, they would immediately discover us and track us down once we Apparate with Potter—don't forget that Potter is still a minor, and his whereabouts are still being monitored by the Ministry of Magic."

"But Alastor, we can't just leave him there," Mrs. Weasley said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Of course we're not going to ignore this," said Mad-Eye Moody, as he began to pace unconsciously in place.

"But not now. I need time to figure out what Barty Crouch Jr. did in this attack." The wooden prosthetic leg thumped on the floor.

"Besides, the Death Eaters can think of things that we can think of too. Right now, they're all focused on Privet Drive. Moving Potter away rashly would be too risky. We need to wait."

"When are we supposed to wait!" Ron couldn't help but ask. "Do we have to wait until he comes of age?"

Moody turned his head sharply, his blue demonic eye staring straight at Ron.

As if all his thoughts had been read, Ron instinctively took two steps back, but still held his head high. As Harry's best friend, he naturally wanted to get him out as soon as possible.

Even if the person opposite him is Mad-Eye Moody, he still needs to find out the truth.

"No." After a moment, Moody spoke. "The Death Eaters will definitely gather all their forces that day, so we need to act ahead of time."

"When exactly was that?"

"You'll find out, but not now." Moody shook his head, not answering Ron's question again.

"We'll try to distract the Death Eaters as much as possible to prepare for our next plan."

After Moody finished speaking, he prepared to leave.

"Shall we finish our meal first?" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Next time, Barty Crouch Jr. won't attack the Ministry of Magic for no reason. I must get to the bottom of this as soon as possible."

""

Moody refused and left the Burrow without looking back.

Mrs. Weasley was inevitably disappointed that she couldn't pick Harry up immediately, but she also knew that Moody was right.

Without Dumbledore, they now have to be absolutely certain that every decision they make is flawless.

At that moment, she also saw Sirius and Mr. Weasley standing at the door, and immediately rallied her spirits, giving each of them a hug.

She put in extra effort, especially on Xilun.

"Thank you for bringing them back, Siren. I thought they had been—" She sobbed and wiped away her tears.

To express her gratitude, she insisted that Xilun stay for dinner no matter what.

Xilun didn't refuse; he was indeed a bit hungry.

Because there wasn't much time to prepare, the meal wasn't very lavish; there were only corned beef sandwiches. But the good news was that there were enough sandwiches for Celion to eat five in one go, and he also drank a large glass of oat milk before leaving the Burrow and returning to Diagon Alley.

Before news of Dumbledore spread, the Leaky Cauldron remained the same as before, with a few drunkards sitting at the bar drinking cheap whiskey and complaining about why Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic couldn't deal with the Death Eaters sooner.

Old Tom was wiping glasses, but his attention was focused. He needed to be the first to throw a drunkard out the moment he stammered out that taboo name.

Siren ignored them and walked directly into Diagon Alley from the backyard entrance.

Upon returning to the wand shop, he immediately told his parents and grandfather that Dumbledore had been killed.

Although he always felt that Dumbledore's death was suspicious, that was something that couldn't be changed. He believed that the news would soon spread throughout the entire wizarding world, and it would be good to say it out loud in advance so that people could be prepared.

Just as Siron thought, when they heard that Dumbledore had been killed by Voldemort, Lila, Garian, and his grandfather Garrick all disbelieved it.

"That's impossible—no one can defeat Dumbledore," Garrick declared confidently. "Even Grindelwald couldn't do it back then, and Mystic is far inferior to him."

"But Dumbledore wasn't cursed when facing Grindelwald," Sirius said.

"curse?"

"A long time ago," Siren explained, "it was also a trap set by a mysterious person."

"So, you're really not joking?"

"Of course not," Celen said seriously. "Even Fred and George wouldn't joke about something like this."

Now, even if they don't want to, they have no choice but to believe it.

Then, the little wand shop suddenly became very busy.

Five minutes later, Lila and Galian took a suitcase and pushed open the door of the wand shop.

"Where are you going?" Xiren asked.

"Hogwarts," Lila said, "there are some things we need to talk to Minerva and Pomona about."

"But they're still discussing things with Fudge right now," Celen said. "Besides, Dumbledore is also at Hogwarts, and there are people specifically guarding the gates, making it difficult for others to get in."

"It's okay, we have a way," Lila said.

"Alright, if you insist on going, you can try mentioning my name," Celen said. "Hagrid is in charge of guarding the gates of Hogwarts. We're good friends. Just say you're my parents; that should work."

Lila stood at the door, feeling that something was off.

“Oh, right,” Siren continued, “if Hagrid asks, tell him that his wand core is made from a whole troll spine and that he can only use one spell—a secret only I know.”

The two were even more confused.

A whole troll spine, that must be four feet long, could be made into a wand.

And you can only use one spell, isn't that—

Lila pursed her lips, but still didn't say "trash," because judging from Siren's expression, he seemed quite proud.

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