Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 804 Truth Potion

The battle that took place in Hogsmeade did not last long.

The attackers who rushed out of the literati's residence had a clear division of labor. Working together with Sirius and Sirius's group, they almost instantly reversed the situation and brought all the Death Eaters under control.

Moreover, the process was much easier than expected; not a single one of them got injured.

Sirius Black directed several wizards to take away all the Death Eaters' wands, then turned his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Harry's face.

"So, can you now explain why you're here?"

"We've received word that Professor McGonagall and the Order of the Phoenix will be attacking the Death Eaters tonight, and we're here to help!" Harry said.

"They thought they could get away from us by sneaking out of school—"

"it's out of the question!"

Fred and George gave each other a high five.

Although the battle just now was short, it was of great significance, symbolizing their first step in resisting the Death Eaters. The two of them are still very excited.

"But Sirius, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, looking a little nervous.

Sirius Black instinctively wanted to tell Harry to leave and return to the relative safety of the castle. But he held back before he could say those words.

Because Sirius knew perfectly well that he couldn't make the choice for Harry, just like a decade or so ago, if he and James had been in this situation, they certainly wouldn't have stayed at the school for protection.

Harry's personality is almost identical to James's; in some ways, he even hates Death Eaters more than James does.

"—As you can see." Sirius was silent for a moment, then pointed to the Death Eaters who were tied up. "Minerva has decided to act tonight. Remus and I are tasked with eliminating the enemies hiding in Hogsmeade after the war begins."

Hearing this, Harry suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and blurted out, "Ah, I thought your first words would be to persuade me to go back to school, like Professor McGonagall and the others."

"If I persuade you, will you go back?" Sirius asked.

"Of course not," Harry blurted out.

"Then forget it. You're seventeen now, and you have the right to make your own decisions." Sirius smiled. "And to be honest, thanks to you guys, we were able to take care of the Death Eaters here so easily today."

Sirius was telling the truth.

They only sent ten people this time, but Hogsmeade had twenty Death Eaters. Under normal circumstances, even if they could win, it would be a Pyrrhic victory.

But with the addition of this unexpected team, the battle turned completely one-sided. Their side didn't have a single injured player, and they even had the capacity to support others.

Lupin has already set off. Sirius Black is staying here for two reasons: firstly, to keep an eye on the Death Eaters, and secondly, to keep these hot-blooded young wizards in check.

While he understood, Sirius Black still didn't want Harry to get involved in more battles if given the chance.

What's more, there are underage wizards among this group.

Sirius looked at Ginny at the very back, the youngest Weasley child, only sixteen years old this year. Molly and Arthur would go crazy if they saw her on the battlefield.

As for the others—they were mostly familiar faces; half of the redheads were from the Weasley family.

Oh, and Xilun too, he's definitely involved in this kind of thing.

Sirius Black subconsciously glanced down at his wand. His previous wand had been broken when he was imprisoned in Azkaban, and the one he was using now was given to him by Sirius.

It was a very handy wand, even more handy than his first. Since the start of the full-scale war with the Death Eaters, he had survived three deadly crises, all thanks to this wand.

Sirius has always wanted to thank Sirius, and now is a good opportunity.

Sirius walked over and saw Sirius and the Weasley twins squatting in front of a Death Eater, and Sirius even seemed to be feeding him a sip of water.

Feeding Death Eaters water—are they really that kind-hearted?

Sirius quickened his pace.

Meanwhile, Siron was frowning as he looked at the Death Eaters before him.

"You won't answer any questions. Is your potion fake?!"

"Oh, Siron, are you questioning our product?"

"Even if we are friends, this is an unforgivable slander!"

"But this thing is really useless." Xilen shook the empty bottle in his hand.

Just now, Fred confidently declared that as long as the Death Eaters took a sip, they would reveal all the information they knew.

Just in case, Siron downed the entire bottle of potion, but no matter what he asked, the Death Eater remained tight-lipped and didn't say a word.

"Is it possible that this Death Eater is of too low a status?" Fred said thoughtfully.

"That's right." George nodded vigorously. "It's definitely not a problem with our product."

"What are you talking about?"

Just then, Sirius Black walked up behind them.

"Of course, this is it." Fred then took out a glass bottle about the size of a thumb.

"Weasley's Magic Tricks Studio Relic: Truth Potion."

"Just add a little bit to your drink, and you can hear your friends' most sincere and honest words."

"Veritable serum?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get that from?"

"This isn't a truth serum, you can't just say that!" Fred exclaimed dramatically, vehemently denying it. "Using a truth serum without authorization is against wizarding law!"

"The Weasleys Wizarding Tricks Shop is the most law-abiding shop."

"We sell truth-telling potion, which is completely different from truth serum!"

"It's not that effective."

Sirius's expression was priceless—the effect was weaker than truth serum, so wasn't it just truth serum diluted with water?

Given the Weasley brothers' abilities, they shouldn't have been this crude, but the principles are basically the same.

Of course, he wasn't an Auror, and he wasn't interested in whether such things were illegal or not.

"So, did you find out anything from those questions?"

“Nothing,” Siren shrugged. “He didn’t say a word.”

"That's because he doesn't know the answer to the question you asked," George quickly explained. "Honestly—if he didn't know, he wouldn't say anything, which makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

"Yes, that makes sense," Sirius said. "Strictly speaking, they aren't even official Death Eaters, so it's normal that they don't know."

"Cannon fodder?" Xilun looked up and asked.

"Pretty much." Sirius nodded. "Those truly capable Death Eaters wouldn't do this kind of hard work."

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"Alright." Hearing this, Celen didn't intend to ask any further questions, and instead asked, "Shouldn't we go help Professor McGonagall and the others?"

"Remus has already gone, but with so many Death Eaters, someone has to keep an eye on them. That's also a very important task," Sirius said, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Oh, how about we find a place to sit down? I suddenly feel like having a drink."

It was a clumsy attempt to change the subject, but Xilun didn't call him out on it; he just nodded.

"How's Pig Head Bar? The boss should still be awake."

"Of course, no problem!"

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