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

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

In the dream, she returned to Hogwarts, wearing a well-fitting school robe and sitting under the trees by the black lake. Fred and George stood by the water with their trousers rolled up, throwing stones vigorously over a Silver Sickle bet. .

She thinks about things day by day and dreams at night. Even though Ada is now one of the three most powerful wizards in the magic world, she still misses those carefree campus days.

Of course, it would be even better if Halloween could be taken out of the equation.

Ada woke up immediately when she heard the sound of the door. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at the wooden door of the office.

The door opened and Laura walked in. Like everyone else, Lola bore the marks of the battle, with scratches on her face and torn robes.

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

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

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 could not be worse. Naturally, the heads of the Ministry had to hold a meeting to discuss and come up with an action plan. Effective methods come out.

If things are not handled carefully, the Ministry of Magic will be disbanded tomorrow morning, and everyone will go back to their homes and find their own mothers.

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

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 had no official identity in the Ministry of Magic, she still wanted to take a look.

The corridors were full of beaters patrolling and standing guard. It seemed that Mr. Weasley and Scrimgeour had strengthened the Ministry's defense. At this time, the Ministry of Magic really could not afford any surprises.

Just standing at the door of the conference room, you can hear the noise 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 expected, including not only the heads of various departments, but also some members of the Wizengamot and the International Federation of Wizards, as well as some outsiders.

The loud voice just now came from an old man with white hair and beard. He hit the floor with his cane and foamed at the mouth, loudly refuting Mr. Weasley and others.

After seeing Ada come in, the old man seemed to be choking on an egg and didn't close his mouth for a long time.

Ada found a seat and sat down, and someone immediately handed her a long piece of parchment with meeting minutes written down in an automatic shorthand quill.

After just flipping through it, Ada's eyes were stung by the numbers on the paper. The death toll has been initially calculated. The Ministry of Magic lost nearly a hundred employees today, which can be said to be a heavy loss.

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

The most important point is that the current magic world is in turmoil. In addition to the sacrificed people, we also need to count the injured and the traitors. With nearly half of the staff suddenly missing, it is a question whether the ministry can maintain normal operations.

Once the Ministry of Magic loses its power and can no longer maintain governance, the magical world will be in chaos, with disastrous consequences.

The old man with all white hair and beard began to knock on the cane again. He shouted while knocking: "In short, you can interrogate those employees who rebelled against the Ministry of Magic, but the punishment must not be too harsh! Especially those employees with pure blood origins!"

After the old man said this, someone immediately started to echo him, saying things like "the pure bloods cannot be chilled", "the Ministry needs the support of pure blood wizards", etc. It was as if the Ministry of Magic could not function without pure bloods.

"The Legal Enforcement Department is still interrogating them." Mr. Weasley said patiently, "The matter has not yet been resolved. We will determine the sentencing based on the final charges..."

"Arthur Weasley! Stop talking official talk here. If you have the ability to catch Death Eaters, how can you show off your ability to your own people!" Another old man stood up and became furious.

I don't know if he comes from the twenty-eight pureblood families or other purebloods.

The "Pure Blood Directory" lists twenty-eight British wizarding families that still maintain "true pure blood". They are called the Holy Twenty-Eight Families, but not all pure blood families are in it.

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

Excluding the Death Eaters, and then excluding the neutral and wavering ones, there are not many purebloods who truly support the Ministry of Magic. In the eyes of the remaining pure-bloods, the Ministry of Magic is more like a tool to gain profits.

Scrimgeour slammed the table angrily, and shouted loudly: "Our own people? It was these own people who brought the Death Eaters in, and it was these own people who killed so many colleagues! No matter how the ministry dealt with them, they all deserved it." , it’s not your turn to talk too much!”

After hearing Scrimgeour's rude remarks, these old men immediately got into a rage and made a lot of noise. They almost lost their crutches, lay down on the ground, and blackmailed the Director of the Auror Office.

It was obviously an emergency meeting convened by the Ministry of Magic to deal with today's events, but because of the interference of these old pure-blood family members, they were stuck on how to deal with these traitors.

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

Old Foley had been silent since he entered the conference room and looked as if he was 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 discount eggs but accidentally entered the Ministry of Magic.

"What do you think?" asked Mr. Weasley, "about the former Ministry staff who rebelled today."

"Oh, oh, you asked this..." Old Foley seemed to finally remember 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 think. My grandson is dead and my son is also dead. Today I just came to see and see look……"

As he said that, Lao Welfare slowly looked at Ada, who had always been quiet, not knowing what he wanted to express. His eyes were a little cloudy, which just put a protective layer on the windows of his soul.

Old Man Welfare seemed to have said nothing, 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 Ministry of Magic it used to be.

As for who changed, the look in the eyes of old man Welfare said everything. Who else could it be but the French woman who supported and emboldened the Ministry of Magic?

With Old Man Welfare's instigation, the conference room instantly became noisy like sparks falling into oil.

"We just hope that we will be given a lighter sentence. We are all our own people!"

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

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

There was a bang!

Ada took down her chair when she stood up. She said coldly: "If you want to go to the other side, feel free to go. I think Voldemort will welcome you very much. I wish your family will become more prosperous, just like Avery and Crow." Strange."

As she spoke, Ada walked along the conference table to the door. The sound of her fingers crossing the table was very soft, but extremely harsh.

She walked up to an old man and continued, "I shouted to you, shoot to death. Do you have any objections?"

Finally, Ada walked up to Old Foley and continued, "I killed your grandson. Do you need me to send you to see him? I'll be happy to help."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the office changed from summer to winter.