bookbashuk Chapter 506 Strange Things
Chapter 506 Strange Things
Chapter 506 Strange Things
"Professor Hamilton—what are you doing?"
In the Ministry of Magic's office, Parkinson looked helplessly at the girl clutching the hem of her clothes.
"I—this has nothing to do with me," Loila explained somewhat awkwardly.
Upon seeing Mr. Parkinson, she knew she wouldn't be able to escape—after all, she couldn't possibly lay a hand on Mr. Parkinson.
He had helped him a lot—and Roy had also seen the Aurors in the hall—there were probably close to a hundred of them—
She didn't think she could handle so many people at the same time in such a spacious hall—it would be difficult enough to deal with a dozen or so Aurors in the corridor, wouldn't it?
Actually, it wasn't that there was no way; she could release Fiendfire or something—but when she thought about what the consequences would be if she actually released Fiendfire—Royla chose to give up.
Of course, this was a conditional surrender. Her wand was still firmly in her hand, and Mr. Lupin had left the Ministry of Magic to find Dumbledore.
"It's—it's them who suddenly wanted to contact me—"
The atmosphere in the office was a little awkward, and Loila couldn't help but say, "We—Mr. Lupin and I originally just came—to see—to visit Karkarov."
"Then they suddenly started attacking or something —"
You just said you were just watching the show, right?
Looking at the guilty-looking girl in front of him, Parkinson didn't know what to say.
In the end, he wasn't some high-ranking official—just an ordinary Auror in the Ministry of Magic, who also came from a relatively wealthy family and could be considered one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Races.
But the current situation is definitely beyond my ability to handle —
Professor Hamilton defeated more than thirty Aurors along the way.
Then he still had about ten magic wands in his hand —
This would be considered a major terrorist attack at any time, right?
However, this terrorist was—a girl who looked about the same age as a student.
Even Parkinson had never seen anything like this before, and he didn't think he would see it a second time.
Even someone as talkative as him couldn't help but fall silent.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly asked, "So Professor Hamilton, you mean—this is a misunderstanding, right?"
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"Yes, yes!" Loila nodded earnestly, "It's just a misunderstanding!"
Is this even remotely convincing?
Parkinson looked at her helplessly, raised an eyebrow, and then chose to bring Loila a cup of coffee first.
Seeing her holding the coffee, Parkinson continued, "Professor Hamilton, this matter is really—very difficult to brush off."
"Even you are the same." He paused and said, "If I were the Minister of Magic, I could forgive you—but I'm just an ordinary Auror."
"So this matter—depends on Minister Fookie's decision." He said, looking troubled. "But you just said—if this is Minister Fookie's order—"
"That means—" He looked at the somewhat uneasy Loila and decided to say everything at once.
"This shows he will handle this matter seriously."
"Strictly—what does 'strictly handle' mean?" Loila asked subconsciously.
"Wizengamo—the trial—uh—Azkaban or something like that," Parkinson mumbled. "Of course—not necessarily."
"After all, you're one of Headmaster Dumbledore's people—and the Aurors inside the Ministry of Magic are still quite—Professor Hamilton, don't go out yet!" Seeing Loira about to run away, Parkinson quickly grabbed her: "There are still dozens of Aurors outside!"
"Even if we leave like this, we can't escape," he quickly said. "Besides, didn't Mr. Lupin go to see Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"Once Headmaster Dumbledore arrives, everything will be fine—until then, rest assured—I will be on your side." Parkinson's words startled Loira slightly.
She hadn't expected Mr. Parkinson's to be on her side, but—what good was it if Mr. Parkinson's was on her side?
He was just an ordinary Auror—just like those Aurors he had just defeated—
Running is definitely the better option!
As Loila thought this, she turned to run away, but before she could even open the door in front of her, it had already been opened.
The person who walked in was none other than Fudge, who had a serious, dark expression, and Scrimgeour standing behind him—in addition to the two of them, there was also a black man who walked in.
"Hmm!"
Loila was startled by the sudden arrival of the three people and quickly took a few steps back.
"Miss Hamilton!" Fudge practically yelled when he saw her, "What are you doing?"
"Are you planning a rebellion?"
"Ugh!" Loila looked at him with a bit of grievance. Wasn't it you who wanted to arrest me? If there was going to be a rebellion, it was you who forced it!
"Weren't you here to visit Karkaroff?" Fudge asked, his eyes wide. "Why are you doing this?"
"Who ordered you to do this? Was it Dumbledore?"
"I—you—" Loila was speechless, overwhelmed by his barrage of questions. It was Parkinson who spoke up at this moment, saying, "Please calm down, Minister Fudge—"
"How can I stay calm?" Fudge immediately shifted his anger to Parkinson.
"Professor Hamilton is the head of the Hamilton family—how could she suddenly attack without any reason?" Parkinson said, pursing his lips. "And—and according to her, it was the Aurors who struck first."
"What?!" Fudge took a deep breath and stared at Loila, saying, "Miss Hamilton, you should know that even talking nonsense can land you in Azkaban."
"As far as I know, it shouldn't be necessary—" Parkinson hadn't finished speaking when Scrinker pulled him aside.
"I didn't—I didn't lie." Loila looked at Fudge with a bit of grievance. You big-eyed guy with thick eyebrows, you're the one who's supposed to be arresting me!
"Yes—Andrew suddenly received a letter—and it said that you ordered me to be arrested."
"When did I give such an order?" Fudge said with a furrowed brow. "Where is Andrew? Bring him here!"
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After saying that, he looked at Loila and said, "Miss Hamilton, don't try to lie to me."
"Dumbledore must have made you do this, right?"
"No—no!" Loila felt extremely wronged. Why must defeating the Ministry of Magic be Dumbledore's conspiracy? Couldn't it be something I wanted or something the Sorcerers wanted?
And you guys were the ones who started it!
"Clatter".
The office door opened, and Andrew, whose face was still covered in coffee, was pulled in.
"Andrew, didn't I tell you to treat Miss Hamilton well?" Fudge stared at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I don't remember giving such an order."
Andrew, who was being stared at intently, pursed his lips and then glanced at Loila.
"What orders?"
"Huh?" His words made Loila's eyes widen.
"You—you lied to me!"