The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 620: The So-Called Pureblood

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

In her dream, she was back at Hogwarts, wearing a fitted school robe and sitting under a tree by the Black Lake. Fred and George were standing by the water with their trouser legs rolled up, throwing stones vigorously for a bet of a silver Sickle.

What you think about during the day you dream about at night. Even though Ada is now one of the three most powerful wizards in the magic world, she still misses her carefree school days.

Of course, it would be even better if Halloween could be excluded.

Ada woke up immediately after hearing the sound of the door opening in a daze. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at the wooden door of the office.

The door opened and Laura walked in. Like the others, Laura also had signs of fighting, with scratches on her face and her robe torn.

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

"About an hour." Laura poured a glass of water. After she handed the glass to Ada, she continued, "Weasley returned to the department half an hour ago and is now 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 could not be worse. Naturally, the heads of the ministry had to hold a meeting to discuss and come up with an effective solution.

If this situation is not handled properly, the Ministry of Magic can be disbanded tomorrow morning and everyone can go back to their homes and mothers.

As for the office space below Whitehall, it could be sold to Voldemort at a low price and he could make a profit in the end.

After drinking a glass of water to moisten her throat, Ada went to the bathroom to tidy up before rushing to the meeting. Although Ada had no official status in the Ministry of Magic, she still had to go and take a look.

The corridors were full of strikers patrolling and standing guard. It seemed that Mr. Weasley and Scrimgeour had strengthened the Ministry's defenses. The Ministry of Magic really could not afford any accidents at this time.

Just standing at the door of the conference room, you can hear the noisy sound inside, and you don’t know who is speaking with such a loud voice.

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

The loud voice just now came from an old man with white hair and beard. He banged the floor with his cane and spitted heavily, loudly refuting Mr. Weasley and others.

When he saw Ada come in, the old man seemed to be choked by an egg and couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

Ada found a seat and sat down. Someone immediately handed her a long piece of parchment with the minutes of the meeting written down by an automatic shorthand feather pen.

After just flipping through the pages, Ada was pierced by the numbers on the paper. The death toll had been preliminarily counted, and the Ministry of Magic had lost nearly a hundred employees today, which was a heavy loss.

This does not include those who are injured and hospitalized or missing. Once the official statistics come out, the death toll will be even higher.

The most important point is that the magic world is in turmoil right now. In addition to the sacrifices, there are also the injured and the traitors. With nearly half of the staff gone at once, it is even a question whether the department can maintain normal operations.

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

The old man with white hair and beard began to bang his cane again. He banged and shouted: "In short, you can interrogate those employees who rebelled against the Ministry of Magic, but the sentence must not be too heavy! Especially those employees of pure-blood origin!"

Immediately after the old man finished speaking, someone started to agree, saying things like "We can't let the pure-bloods down", "The Ministry needs the support of pure-blood wizards", etc., as if the Ministry of Magic couldn't function without pure-bloods.

"The Law Enforcement Department is still questioning them." Mr. Weasley said patiently, "The matter has not yet come to a conclusion. We will decide the sentence based on the final charges..."

"Arthur Weasley! Stop talking official language here. If you have the ability, go catch the Death Eaters. Why are you trying to trick your own people?" Another old man stood up, furious.

It is not known whether he is from the 28 pure-blood families or other pure-blood families. The Pure-blood Directory lists the 28 British wizard families that still maintain "true pure blood". They are called the Holy 28, but not all pure-blood families are in it.

Nearly half of the 28 Sacred Families supported Voldemort and made great contributions to the Dark Lord's rule. Many of Voldemort's subordinates were from other pure-blood families, and they also supported the Dark Lord's cause.

Excluding the Death Eaters, and those who are neutral, wavering, and indecisive, there are not many pure-bloods who truly support the Ministry of Magic. In the eyes of the remaining pure-bloods, the Ministry of Magic is more like a tool for gaining benefits.

Scrimgeour slammed the table in anger and shouted, "Our own people? It was these our own people who brought in the Death Eaters. It was these our own people who killed so many colleagues! No matter how the Ministry deals with them, they deserve it. It is none of your business to interfere!"

After hearing Scrimgeour's impolite speech, the old men immediately exploded and started to make a big noise. They almost threw away their crutches and lay down on the ground to blackmail the head of the Auror Office.

This was clearly an emergency meeting convened by the Ministry of Magic to deal with today's events, but due to the disruption caused by these old men from pure-blood families, the meeting was stuck on how to deal with these traitors.

"Mr. Foley, Mr. Foley!" Mr. Weasley stopped the noise in the meeting room, calling out the name of another pure-blood wizard from the village of Foley in Hampshire.

Old Foley had not said a word since he entered the meeting room, and now he looked as if he were asleep.

"Ah?" Old Foley slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just fallen asleep, 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 former Ministry employees who rebelled today."

"Oh, oh, you ask this..." Old Foley seemed to finally remember why he came to the Ministry of Magic.

He stroked his beard and said indifferently: "I don't have anything to say. Just do what you think. My grandson is dead, and my son is dead too. I just came here to see you today, to see you..."

As he spoke, Old Fuli slowly looked at Ada, who had been very quiet, and it was unclear what he wanted to express. His eyes were a little cloudy, just covering the window of his soul with a layer of protective color.

Old Foley seemed to have said nothing, but in fact he had said everything. Old Foley used his own family's affairs as an example to remind everyone present that the Ministry of Magic is no longer the same as it used to be.

As for who changed, the look in old man Foley's eyes said it all. Who else could it be except that French woman who supported and emboldened the Ministry of Magic!

With old man Fuli's instigation, the conference room became noisy in an instant, as if sparks had fallen into oil.

"We just hope for a lighter sentence. We are all family!"

"Who shouted 'kill without mercy' today? What does the Ministry of Magic want to do? Kill them all?"

"Keep your dignity and go ahead. Your actions will push more people to the other side!"

There was a bang!

Ada knocked over her chair when she stood up. She said coldly, "If you want to go across, go ahead. I think Voldemort will welcome you. I wish your family will prosper, just like Avery and Crouch."

As she spoke, Ada walked along the conference table to the door. The sound of her fingers sliding across the table was light, but extremely harsh.

She walked up to an old man and said, "I was the one who called for killing without mercy. Do you have any objection?"

Finally, Ada walked up to Old Foley again and continued, "I was the one who killed your grandson. Do you need me to take you to see him? I'm happy to help."

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

(End of this chapter)