The Emerald at Hogwarts

Chapter 620 I don't know the so-called pure blood

Perhaps because she was really tired, Ada, who was lying on the sofa, actually fell asleep and had a sweet dream.

In her dream she was back at Hogwarts, sitting under a tree by the Black Lake in her well-fitting school gown, Fred and George stood by the water with their trousers rolled up, struggling to throw stones for a silver Sickle bet .

Thoughts by day and dreams by night, even though Ada is now one of the three most powerful wizards in the magic world, she still misses that carefree campus time very much.

Of course, it would be even better if the date of Halloween can be taken out.

Hearing the door knock in a daze, Ada woke up immediately. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at the wooden door of the office.

The door opened and Laura walked in.Like the others, Lola bears the marks of the battle, with scrapes on her face and torn robes.

"How long have I been asleep?" Ada put away the Elder Wand, "Is Mr. Weasley back?"

"About an hour." Laura poured out a glass of water.After she handed the water glass to Ada, she continued, "Weasley returned to the ministry half an hour ago, and is currently in a meeting with other directors."

The headquarters was raided by Death Eaters, the minister was killed, and there were a large number of casualties. All these things happened in one day. The situation of the Ministry of Magic was so bad that it couldn't be worse. effective way out.

If it is not handled carefully, the Ministry of Magic can be disbanded directly tomorrow morning, and everyone will go back to their respective homes and find their own mothers.

As for the office space under Whitehall, it can be sold to Voldemort at a low price and finally make a fortune.

After drinking a glass of water to moisten her throat, Ada went to the bathroom to tidy up before rushing to the meeting site.Although Ada has no apparent identity in the Ministry of Magic, she still wants to see it.

The corridors are full of thugs on patrol and standing guard. It seems that Mr. Weasley and Scrimgeour have strengthened the defense of the Ministry. The Ministry of Magic really cannot afford any accidents at this time.

Just standing at the door of the meeting room, you can hear the noisy voice inside, and you don't know which loud voice is speaking.

Pushing open the door and walking into the conference room, Ada found that there were more people in the conference room than she had imagined, not only the heads of various departments, some members of the Wizengamot and the International Federation of Wizards, and some outsiders.

The loud voice just now came from an old man with white beard and hair. While hitting the floor with his cane, he was frothing, loudly refuting Mr. Weasley and others.

And after seeing Ada come in, the old head looked like he was choking on an egg, and he didn't close his mouth for a long time.

Ada found a random place to sit down, and someone immediately handed her a long piece of parchment, on which were the minutes of the meeting in the automatic shorthand feather notes.

After just turning it over, Ada's eyes were stung by the numbers on the paper.The death toll has been preliminarily counted. The Ministry of Magic lost nearly a hundred employees today, which can be described as a heavy loss.

This does not include those injured and hospitalized or missing. When the statistical results are officially released, the death toll will only increase.

The most important point is that the current magic world is in turmoil. In addition to the sacrificed people, the injured and those traitors are counted. Nearly half of the staff has been lost at once. Whether the Ministry can maintain normal operation is a problem.

Once the Ministry of Magic loses its power and cannot continue to maintain the system, the magic world will be in chaos, and the consequences will be disastrous.

The old man with all white beard and hair started to knock on his walking stick again, and he shouted as he knocked, "Anyway, you can interrogate those employees who rebelled against the Ministry of Magic, but the sentence must not be too severe! Especially those employees of pure blood origin!"

After the old man said that, someone immediately echoed him, saying that "pure-bloods can't be chilled", "the Ministry needs the support of pure-blood wizards", etc., as if the Ministry of Magic couldn't function without pure-bloods.

"The Department of Law Enforcement is still interrogating them." Mr. Weasley said patiently, "The matter has not yet been resolved, and we will determine the sentence according to the final charges..."

"Arthur Weasley! Don't talk bureaucratically here, if you have the ability to catch Death Eaters, how can you play with your own people!" Another old man stood up, furious.

I don't know if he comes from the 28 pure blood family or other pure blood.

The 28 British wizarding families that still maintain "true pure blood" are listed in the "Pure Blood List". They are called the Holy 28, but not all pure blood families are in it.

Nearly half of the families in the sacred 28 supported Voldemort and made great contributions to the rule of the Dark Lord.Many of Voldemort's subordinates also come from other pure-blood families, and they are also cheering for the cause of the Dark Lord.

Excluding the Death Eaters, and then excluding the neutral and vacillating ones, there are not many purebloods who really support the Ministry of Magic.In the eyes of the remaining purebloods, the Ministry of Magic is more like a tool for profit.

Scrimgeour slapped the table angrily, and he shouted loudly: "Our own people? It's these own people who brought in the Death Eaters, and it's these own people who killed that colleague! They deserve what the Ministry does to them , it's not your turn to be talkative!"

After hearing Scrimgeour's unceremonious speech, these old men immediately exploded and yelled loudly.They almost lost their crutches, lay down on the spot, and blackmailed the head of the Auror's office.

It was obviously an emergency meeting held by the Ministry of Magic to deal with today's incident, but because of the interference of these pure-blood family old men, it has been stuck on how to deal with these traitors.

"Mr. Foley, Mr. Foley!" Mr. Weasley stopped the commotion in the conference hall, calling the name of another pure-blood wizard from the village of Foley in Hampshire.

Old Foley hadn't said a word since he entered this conference hall, and now he looked as if he had fallen asleep.

"Ah?" Old Foley slowly opened his eyes, as if he had really fallen asleep just now, as if he had gone to Diagon Alley to grab discounted eggs, but accidentally entered the Ministry of Magic.

"What do you think?" asked Mr. Weasley, "about those ex-Ministry staff who have rebelled today."

"Oh, oh, you're asking this..." Old Foley seemed to have finally remembered why he came to the Ministry of Magic.

He stroked his beard, and said without joy or sorrow: "I have nothing to say, you can just do what you want. My grandson is dead, and my son is also dead. Today I just come to see, come and see look……"

As he spoke, Old Foley slowly looked at Ada who had been very quiet, not knowing what to express.His eyeballs were cloudy, just enough to cast a protective color over the windows of his soul.

The old man Fuli didn't seem to say anything, but in fact he said everything.Old Foley used his own affairs as an example. He wanted to remind everyone present that the Ministry of Magic is no longer the former Ministry of Magic.

As for who changed it, the old man Fuli's eyes said it all.Who else but that Frenchwoman who backed up and emboldened the Ministry of Magic!

With the instigation of the old man Fuli, the conference room was like sparks falling into the oil, and it became noisy in an instant.

"We just want to be punished lightly, everyone is our own!"

"Who shouted 'shoot to kill' today? What does the Ministry of Magic want to do, kill them all?"

"Go with your dignity, your actions will push more people to the opposite side!"

Bang!

When Ada got up, she brought her chair down, and she said coldly: "If you want to go to the opposite side, just go, I think Voldemort will welcome you very much. I wish your families more prosperity, just like Avery, Crowe Strange."

While speaking, Ada walked along the conference table to the door, the sound of her fingers slicing across the table was soft but extremely ear-piercing.

She walked up to an old man and said, "Shoot to kill is what I called, do you have any objections?"

In the end, Ada walked up to Old Foley again, and continued, "I killed your grandson, do you need me to take you to see him? I'm happy to help."

The voice fell, and the temperature in the office changed from summer to winter.

(End of this chapter)