Chapter 218 The Investigator
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 218 The Investigator
"Maybe you're right about this thing! Dumbledore, but I know that other wizards don't allow the joint investigation committee to be re-established..."
Fudge turned to look at Dumbledore and said, "Like you, I am deeply shocked by tonight's attack, but what you said is not negotiable... Maybe, I mean... Maybe..."
"I can send a resident investigator to assist Hogwarts in investigating this matter!"
"He will be directly affiliated with me, and report all the clues he finds to me directly... Once any clues are found, no matter who it is..."
"I'm here to assure you and Hogwarts that no matter who... no one will get away with it."
"Set up investigators at Hogwarts..." Professor McGonagall looked at the wreckage of the Rafflesia flower, and the horrible scene just now sounded. She said sharply, "The method you mentioned is useless at all, and it will only get in the way. The bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic... They will only shirk responsibility and find some scapegoats at the last moment. Hogwarts has done this every time there are investigators from the Ministry of Magic for hundreds of years..."
"Yes, yes. The investigators of the Ministry of Magic only suspect Hogwarts students and professors..." The diminutive Professor Flitwick stepped forward and screamed, jumping his feet more than a foot off the ground.
Fudge shook his head and disagreed, "Anyway, you need professionals to conduct investigations. I have no doubts about the strength of Professor Hogwarts... It's just that you probably don't have the slightest experience in how to find clues to similar incidents...to sort out the whole thing completely, right?"
"Don't worry? Professors, Dumbledore... I will send the most cautious...my most trusted and capable hand..."
Fudge turned back, looking at the Aurors.
After these guys heard it, they immediately lowered their heads to avoid Fudge's patrolling eyes.
No one is a fool to know that Hogwarts is a big fire pit right now.
He will definitely be scapegoated in the end.
No one will jump in automatically.
Fudge saw that no one responded to him, and his face became more and more ugly.
—These unreliable fellows.
He decided to go back and prepare to transfer these guys to clean the toilet.
Fudge cleared his throat, ready to mumble, and wait until he got back to the Ministry of Magic to find someone to blame.
His assistant David Goodman, his most trusted secretary, stepped forward to share the embarrassment for him at this time.
"Let me come! Anyway, I'm just looking for some clues temporarily, just cooperate with Hogwarts' investigation!" David Goodman said calmly.
"This……"
This is completely beyond the expectations of Cornelius Fudge, and even all ordinary people.
But Cornelius Fudge thinks about it carefully, everyone knows that David Goodman is his most trusted subordinate, and if he sits here, it also means that he has done his best for this matter.
——No one can say anything about themselves. '
He can get out of this mess.
"That's the decision... but tonight I want the Aurors to help the professors check at Hogwarts to see if there are any other intruders who are ignoring... hiding in the castle."
Afterwards, the Aurors brought by Cornelius Fudge cut and sampled the giant wreckage, and began assisting the Hogwarts professors in inspection patrols in the school castle.
After one night, the Ministry of Magic did not leave until dawn after discussing and agreeing with Dumbledore (for investigators' responsibilities and power limits at Hogwarts).
Of course, it also has the credit of one of the most flirtatious professors in Hogwarts.
——Professor Gilderoy Lockhart of Defense Against the Dark Arts woke up from a coma and knew that when the Minister of Magic came here, he followed Cornelius Fudge with greetings.
His licking and cheeky showing off bored everyone else.
However, there was nothing to do with McGuffin. After the Aurors asked some details about the shadow that day, Professor McGonagall took him back to the auditorium.
……
For several days afterwards, all the students were talking about this - the new Ministry of Magic investigators at Hogwarts and what had happened that night.
And this matter was eventually noticed by the [Daily Prophet]...
At noon the day after that night, the owl went crazy.
During lunch, the four dining tables in the auditorium were almost full of envelopes and newspapers... Everyone was frantically asking every little wizard here... to get first-hand information.
Little wizards, especially senior students, received an average of two or three letters every day these days, and most of them were sent by people they didn't know.
Here are some tabloids, they tried their best to inquire about the news.
When the [Daily Prophet] published the report [Dumbledore vs. Horror Monster], not only did Hogwarts students start discussing like crazy, even the outside world was almost crazy...
Letters keep coming, asking for 'truth'.
Professors... even people like Snape were drowned in the 'sea of bitterness' of the replies.
In every class, he tried his best to find faults, punished the students, and asked them to reply instead of him.
Gilderoy Lockhart is the only one who can enjoy it again in the incident.
The number of envelopes he received was several times that of everyone else, but he was able to get them out with ease——I have to admire this guy in this regard.
Moreover, he kept repeating his thoughts at Hogwarts school, tying what happened that night to the past experience in the book...
Filch stared at every student, as if every student was suspicious, especially Ron, McGuffin and Harry.
He often took his cat... Mrs. Norris, secretly listening to the conversations between the students at the corner, or jumping out, staring at the students, questioning them repeatedly, and would not stop until each person came two or three times.
As for the new Ministry of Magic investigator, both professors and students agreed that this guy was the eccentric of eccentrics.
He only wears one set of clothes every day... like a goblin or a Muggle, a black suit with a floral collar, and he walks around the school with a black briefcase that never opens.
Never talk too much to show off threats, nor stare at people with suspicion.
If he was not staying in the corner or in the corridor, silently observing the students and professors, or he was sitting in his small office (empty, with only one table and two chairs) expressionless, asking the professors and the little wizards one by one.
— Weird, weird to the extreme.
"Didn't you meet this guy, McGuffin, when you were at the Ministry of Magic during the summer vacation! What kind of person is he!" Ron was a little worried, "To be honest, I'm a little worried, whether the Ministry of Magic will continue to pursue my last incident (the Hogwarts cataclysm)... After all, this time looks very similar to the last time..."
"My parents told me not to talk nonsense, and be quiet... It is said that this David Goodman is the most trusted wizard in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge, the Minister of Magic. He has outstanding ability and great power... Do you think I will be expelled!"
The more Ron talked, the more frightened he became, and at the end his face turned pale.
It made Harry and the others have to go to great lengths to convince Ron that this idea was nonsense.
These are not the worst, what worries McGuffin even more is which shadow is who.
Judging from Dumbledore's expression that night, he didn't know this old bee either.
——This made McGuffin feel that everything was rapidly slipping out of his control.
Although it seemed that the secret room could not be opened, the basilisk did not appear, and the danger in the original book did not end, but the black shadow and the footprints made him feel like he was being watched.
Could it be Voldemort?No, his primary target should still be Harry's, or... Gilderoy Lockhart, because once something happens in the HP world, it is always right to doubt the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor back then, even if he is not in charge, he will know something.
However, Gilderoy clearly appeared in front of his eyes that night, which temporarily dispelled McGuffin's doubts about this guy.
In addition, speaking of this incident, the original time of Hogwarts Quidditch was temporarily postponed, which made Wood Oliver very angry. The longer the incident, he thought the Slytherin Quidditch team would be more adapted to his new broomsticks and seekers.
(He was even more anxious about McGuffin's new rocket-flying magic broom.)
The terrorist attack also had an impact on Hermione.She used to spend a lot of energy reviewing and previewing her homework.I am happy to try different methods and study topics over and over again, but now I spend all day in the library.
He doesn't care about anyone, and seems to be looking for something.
Apart from these, the only thing that has a common influence on the students of Hogwarts is the herbal medicine class.
All the greenhouses, all of Professor Sprout's efforts were destroyed by that monster.
And because they couldn't find the reason for the 'raffle flower mutation' for the time being, they could only start classes indoors.
"Damn it... When will this end... Little wizards can't learn anything from this kind of false description, and they can't leave an impression. What they need is to touch, cultivate, and remember that feeling and experience..."
Professor Sprout was standing on the podium, she was waving her wand, she was very emotional, and she obviously couldn't accept all this.
However, when the class was halfway through, Hermione's very bold and direct question restored her calm again.
Hermione held her hands up high.
"Ms Granger, do you want to..."
"Professor, can't you tell us what happened to that strange plant that night. Is there such a strange plant in the world? I checked the library and only thought it was... the rafflesia plant you told us a few days before school started."
Seeing Hermione's sweet smile, Professor Sprout finally felt a little better, and she forced a smile.
"Hermione Granger, I know that you have a strong curiosity about what happened that night, and you can continue to explore and research... This is good."
"However, let's focus on the classroom! You don't need to worry about these things... The professors and the investigators from the Ministry of Magic will take care of everything."
"But, professor, everyone is very curious, and you can't learn anything in this kind of class. Herbal medicine class should be learned in the primitive and natural living environment..."
Hermione followed Professor Sprout's idea and continued to 'attack'.
"Granger...that's very good of you, that's it. Even a student understands it, but those Ministry of Magic bureaucrats can't figure it out...Professor Dumbledore too..."
Professor Sprout stopped talking and realized that she was still in class. She looked at the students below with some embarrassment.
Neville stood up, and Seamus flipped through the textbook frantically looking for the page with Rafflesia flowers... The behavior of the little wizards in most classrooms is also the same.
Professor Sprout coughed twice, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Well, I will try to pick out some things that you can know."
"First of all, you must have learned from [Daily Prophet] that the culprit that night was caused by a plant...and this plant is the rafflesia that Ms. Granger guessed...at least, I think so."
"Of course, this Rafflesia flower was deliberately transformed by a magic spell... This kind of magic spell is the most cruel and bloody black witchcraft... I will not disclose the details in this regard."
"It is said that the plant is more than [-] stories high, like a hill... Is this also possible?" Justin, a Hufflepuff student, widened his eyes and directly asked the suspicion in his heart.
"It's not a question of whether it can be done, but how the dark wizard did it, because in fact the proof that existed that night...has been placed in front of all of us."
Professor Sprout seemed a little offended, and she said hastily, "In short, the ancient magic plants in [Daily Prophet] are pure nonsense..."
"Is there any evidence that magic plants did grow so big in ancient times..." another little Hufflepuff witch who didn't know her asked.
"I'm more inclined that someone used a spell to make the Rafflesia flower return to its ancestors, or changed its nature to a certain extent...that's what caused all this to happen."
"But why would anyone want such a troublesome plant..." someone asked.
"I don't know, maybe it's to attract people's attention, maybe it's just to show off my talents... There will always be strange people with strange ideas..."
"In short, let me say it again, I am not a professional investigator of the Ministry of Magic, everything is my guesswork..."
"Okay! Now, let's go back to class!"
"Can……?!"
When there are still little wizards who can't extricate themselves from the conspiracy theories published in the "Daily Prophet" and ask 'stupid questions'.
Professor Sprout finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Enough!" she snapped, "It's class now, and those rumors don't exist at all. How do I usually teach you. Without the slightest evidence, these are just speculations. Besides, they are the affairs of Hogwarts professors and the Ministry of Magic. You should concentrate on your current studies!"
"...Focus on solid, reliable, proven textbooks!"
However, within 5 minutes, even Professor Sprout felt very painful about this way of teaching.
(End of this chapter)
"Maybe you're right about this thing! Dumbledore, but I know that other wizards don't allow the joint investigation committee to be re-established..."
Fudge turned to look at Dumbledore and said, "Like you, I am deeply shocked by tonight's attack, but what you said is not negotiable... Maybe, I mean... Maybe..."
"I can send a resident investigator to assist Hogwarts in investigating this matter!"
"He will be directly affiliated with me, and report all the clues he finds to me directly... Once any clues are found, no matter who it is..."
"I'm here to assure you and Hogwarts that no matter who... no one will get away with it."
"Set up investigators at Hogwarts..." Professor McGonagall looked at the wreckage of the Rafflesia flower, and the horrible scene just now sounded. She said sharply, "The method you mentioned is useless at all, and it will only get in the way. The bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic... They will only shirk responsibility and find some scapegoats at the last moment. Hogwarts has done this every time there are investigators from the Ministry of Magic for hundreds of years..."
"Yes, yes. The investigators of the Ministry of Magic only suspect Hogwarts students and professors..." The diminutive Professor Flitwick stepped forward and screamed, jumping his feet more than a foot off the ground.
Fudge shook his head and disagreed, "Anyway, you need professionals to conduct investigations. I have no doubts about the strength of Professor Hogwarts... It's just that you probably don't have the slightest experience in how to find clues to similar incidents...to sort out the whole thing completely, right?"
"Don't worry? Professors, Dumbledore... I will send the most cautious...my most trusted and capable hand..."
Fudge turned back, looking at the Aurors.
After these guys heard it, they immediately lowered their heads to avoid Fudge's patrolling eyes.
No one is a fool to know that Hogwarts is a big fire pit right now.
He will definitely be scapegoated in the end.
No one will jump in automatically.
Fudge saw that no one responded to him, and his face became more and more ugly.
—These unreliable fellows.
He decided to go back and prepare to transfer these guys to clean the toilet.
Fudge cleared his throat, ready to mumble, and wait until he got back to the Ministry of Magic to find someone to blame.
His assistant David Goodman, his most trusted secretary, stepped forward to share the embarrassment for him at this time.
"Let me come! Anyway, I'm just looking for some clues temporarily, just cooperate with Hogwarts' investigation!" David Goodman said calmly.
"This……"
This is completely beyond the expectations of Cornelius Fudge, and even all ordinary people.
But Cornelius Fudge thinks about it carefully, everyone knows that David Goodman is his most trusted subordinate, and if he sits here, it also means that he has done his best for this matter.
——No one can say anything about themselves. '
He can get out of this mess.
"That's the decision... but tonight I want the Aurors to help the professors check at Hogwarts to see if there are any other intruders who are ignoring... hiding in the castle."
Afterwards, the Aurors brought by Cornelius Fudge cut and sampled the giant wreckage, and began assisting the Hogwarts professors in inspection patrols in the school castle.
After one night, the Ministry of Magic did not leave until dawn after discussing and agreeing with Dumbledore (for investigators' responsibilities and power limits at Hogwarts).
Of course, it also has the credit of one of the most flirtatious professors in Hogwarts.
——Professor Gilderoy Lockhart of Defense Against the Dark Arts woke up from a coma and knew that when the Minister of Magic came here, he followed Cornelius Fudge with greetings.
His licking and cheeky showing off bored everyone else.
However, there was nothing to do with McGuffin. After the Aurors asked some details about the shadow that day, Professor McGonagall took him back to the auditorium.
……
For several days afterwards, all the students were talking about this - the new Ministry of Magic investigators at Hogwarts and what had happened that night.
And this matter was eventually noticed by the [Daily Prophet]...
At noon the day after that night, the owl went crazy.
During lunch, the four dining tables in the auditorium were almost full of envelopes and newspapers... Everyone was frantically asking every little wizard here... to get first-hand information.
Little wizards, especially senior students, received an average of two or three letters every day these days, and most of them were sent by people they didn't know.
Here are some tabloids, they tried their best to inquire about the news.
When the [Daily Prophet] published the report [Dumbledore vs. Horror Monster], not only did Hogwarts students start discussing like crazy, even the outside world was almost crazy...
Letters keep coming, asking for 'truth'.
Professors... even people like Snape were drowned in the 'sea of bitterness' of the replies.
In every class, he tried his best to find faults, punished the students, and asked them to reply instead of him.
Gilderoy Lockhart is the only one who can enjoy it again in the incident.
The number of envelopes he received was several times that of everyone else, but he was able to get them out with ease——I have to admire this guy in this regard.
Moreover, he kept repeating his thoughts at Hogwarts school, tying what happened that night to the past experience in the book...
Filch stared at every student, as if every student was suspicious, especially Ron, McGuffin and Harry.
He often took his cat... Mrs. Norris, secretly listening to the conversations between the students at the corner, or jumping out, staring at the students, questioning them repeatedly, and would not stop until each person came two or three times.
As for the new Ministry of Magic investigator, both professors and students agreed that this guy was the eccentric of eccentrics.
He only wears one set of clothes every day... like a goblin or a Muggle, a black suit with a floral collar, and he walks around the school with a black briefcase that never opens.
Never talk too much to show off threats, nor stare at people with suspicion.
If he was not staying in the corner or in the corridor, silently observing the students and professors, or he was sitting in his small office (empty, with only one table and two chairs) expressionless, asking the professors and the little wizards one by one.
— Weird, weird to the extreme.
"Didn't you meet this guy, McGuffin, when you were at the Ministry of Magic during the summer vacation! What kind of person is he!" Ron was a little worried, "To be honest, I'm a little worried, whether the Ministry of Magic will continue to pursue my last incident (the Hogwarts cataclysm)... After all, this time looks very similar to the last time..."
"My parents told me not to talk nonsense, and be quiet... It is said that this David Goodman is the most trusted wizard in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge, the Minister of Magic. He has outstanding ability and great power... Do you think I will be expelled!"
The more Ron talked, the more frightened he became, and at the end his face turned pale.
It made Harry and the others have to go to great lengths to convince Ron that this idea was nonsense.
These are not the worst, what worries McGuffin even more is which shadow is who.
Judging from Dumbledore's expression that night, he didn't know this old bee either.
——This made McGuffin feel that everything was rapidly slipping out of his control.
Although it seemed that the secret room could not be opened, the basilisk did not appear, and the danger in the original book did not end, but the black shadow and the footprints made him feel like he was being watched.
Could it be Voldemort?No, his primary target should still be Harry's, or... Gilderoy Lockhart, because once something happens in the HP world, it is always right to doubt the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor back then, even if he is not in charge, he will know something.
However, Gilderoy clearly appeared in front of his eyes that night, which temporarily dispelled McGuffin's doubts about this guy.
In addition, speaking of this incident, the original time of Hogwarts Quidditch was temporarily postponed, which made Wood Oliver very angry. The longer the incident, he thought the Slytherin Quidditch team would be more adapted to his new broomsticks and seekers.
(He was even more anxious about McGuffin's new rocket-flying magic broom.)
The terrorist attack also had an impact on Hermione.She used to spend a lot of energy reviewing and previewing her homework.I am happy to try different methods and study topics over and over again, but now I spend all day in the library.
He doesn't care about anyone, and seems to be looking for something.
Apart from these, the only thing that has a common influence on the students of Hogwarts is the herbal medicine class.
All the greenhouses, all of Professor Sprout's efforts were destroyed by that monster.
And because they couldn't find the reason for the 'raffle flower mutation' for the time being, they could only start classes indoors.
"Damn it... When will this end... Little wizards can't learn anything from this kind of false description, and they can't leave an impression. What they need is to touch, cultivate, and remember that feeling and experience..."
Professor Sprout was standing on the podium, she was waving her wand, she was very emotional, and she obviously couldn't accept all this.
However, when the class was halfway through, Hermione's very bold and direct question restored her calm again.
Hermione held her hands up high.
"Ms Granger, do you want to..."
"Professor, can't you tell us what happened to that strange plant that night. Is there such a strange plant in the world? I checked the library and only thought it was... the rafflesia plant you told us a few days before school started."
Seeing Hermione's sweet smile, Professor Sprout finally felt a little better, and she forced a smile.
"Hermione Granger, I know that you have a strong curiosity about what happened that night, and you can continue to explore and research... This is good."
"However, let's focus on the classroom! You don't need to worry about these things... The professors and the investigators from the Ministry of Magic will take care of everything."
"But, professor, everyone is very curious, and you can't learn anything in this kind of class. Herbal medicine class should be learned in the primitive and natural living environment..."
Hermione followed Professor Sprout's idea and continued to 'attack'.
"Granger...that's very good of you, that's it. Even a student understands it, but those Ministry of Magic bureaucrats can't figure it out...Professor Dumbledore too..."
Professor Sprout stopped talking and realized that she was still in class. She looked at the students below with some embarrassment.
Neville stood up, and Seamus flipped through the textbook frantically looking for the page with Rafflesia flowers... The behavior of the little wizards in most classrooms is also the same.
Professor Sprout coughed twice, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Well, I will try to pick out some things that you can know."
"First of all, you must have learned from [Daily Prophet] that the culprit that night was caused by a plant...and this plant is the rafflesia that Ms. Granger guessed...at least, I think so."
"Of course, this Rafflesia flower was deliberately transformed by a magic spell... This kind of magic spell is the most cruel and bloody black witchcraft... I will not disclose the details in this regard."
"It is said that the plant is more than [-] stories high, like a hill... Is this also possible?" Justin, a Hufflepuff student, widened his eyes and directly asked the suspicion in his heart.
"It's not a question of whether it can be done, but how the dark wizard did it, because in fact the proof that existed that night...has been placed in front of all of us."
Professor Sprout seemed a little offended, and she said hastily, "In short, the ancient magic plants in [Daily Prophet] are pure nonsense..."
"Is there any evidence that magic plants did grow so big in ancient times..." another little Hufflepuff witch who didn't know her asked.
"I'm more inclined that someone used a spell to make the Rafflesia flower return to its ancestors, or changed its nature to a certain extent...that's what caused all this to happen."
"But why would anyone want such a troublesome plant..." someone asked.
"I don't know, maybe it's to attract people's attention, maybe it's just to show off my talents... There will always be strange people with strange ideas..."
"In short, let me say it again, I am not a professional investigator of the Ministry of Magic, everything is my guesswork..."
"Okay! Now, let's go back to class!"
"Can……?!"
When there are still little wizards who can't extricate themselves from the conspiracy theories published in the "Daily Prophet" and ask 'stupid questions'.
Professor Sprout finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Enough!" she snapped, "It's class now, and those rumors don't exist at all. How do I usually teach you. Without the slightest evidence, these are just speculations. Besides, they are the affairs of Hogwarts professors and the Ministry of Magic. You should concentrate on your current studies!"
"...Focus on solid, reliable, proven textbooks!"
However, within 5 minutes, even Professor Sprout felt very painful about this way of teaching.
(End of this chapter)
