Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 805 Cooperation

Aberforth was very unhappy; this was the third time he had been woken up. First, Ollivander and Potter suddenly barged in in the middle of the night, and then, not long after, the entire Hogsmeade was filled with a constant barrage of noise, as if a Christmas party was underway.

Now it's even worse, these people actually want to drink!

"Bang!"

Two filthy cups were slammed onto an even filthier table, and Aberforth raised his eyelids slightly.

"Pay up, ten Galleons in total!"

"Ah, that's a very fair price." Sirius smiled and handed over a stack of gold coins.

In fact, this inferior whisky usually only sells for one scallop and fifteen nut, but Sirius Black felt like he had gotten a great deal and happily paid for it.

"I've always wanted to do this, have a drink after dealing with the Death Eaters. But you know, most bar owners don't open for business at this time of year."

Sirius picked up the cup and, as if oblivious to the thick layer of grime on it, took a large, satisfying gulp.

After Aberforth received the money, his expression improved considerably, and he used a cleaner glass for the second glass of wine.

Of course, the cleanliness here refers to the first cup; it must have been wiped clean with a dirty cloth beforehand. But Sirius didn't drink from this cup; instead, he casually placed it aside.

Sirius couldn't help but ask him what the Order of the Phoenix's plans were for tonight, but Sirius said he didn't know either. Or perhaps, after learning that they were going to war with the Death Eaters, his overly excited mind couldn't remember anything else.

"But I heard there are over a hundred Death Eaters around here. If a war really breaks out, even if the entire Order of the Phoenix comes out, they'll still be outnumbered," Harry said worriedly, glancing outside again. "Are we really not going to help?"

"Don't worry, Mad-Eye has it all planned out," Sirius said calmly. "Remember the guy who came out of the stationery store just now?"

"Of course," Harry nodded, "but I don't think I've ever seen them before."

"Of course you haven't seen them, because they weren't originally members of the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius took another sip of whiskey.

"After the Ministry of Magic collapsed, some people quickly switched sides and fawned over the mysterious man, but at the same time, many others were unwilling to go along with his corrupt ways."

"Not long ago, Mad-Eye and Kingsley Shackleton found Alastair Gamboyel, the former captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Investigations, and through him they got in touch with more strikers willing to join us in fighting against Mystic."

"As far as I know, there are also more than a hundred wizards who have come to Hogsmeade this time—"

A collective gasp filled the air, and even Aberforth behind the bar couldn't help but look up in their direction.

Xilun hadn't expected that so many people from the Order of the Phoenix would come today.

He was a little worried about whether Professor McGonagall's plan would succeed, but now it seems he was worrying unnecessarily.

With roughly the same number of people, and powerful wizards like Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick leading the charge, and having launched the attack without the Death Eaters' knowledge—if they still failed, they might as well surrender sooner rather than later.

This is true.

Over time, the number of flashing spells in the sky decreased, and eventually disappeared completely after an hour.

Lupin was the first to rush back, followed by a panicked and pale-faced Mrs. Weasley.

She burst into the Pig's Head bar and immediately spotted Ginny, who was trying to hide herself.

"How dare you—talk nonsense!" Her face turned even uglier, and she swayed as if she might fall at any moment.

"I'm here to help!" Ginny took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"I can help! I just knocked out a Death Eater, Sirius can vouch for that!"

Sirius, seemingly under the influence of alcohol, was fast asleep on the table and didn't hear Ginny's words at all.

Mrs. Weasley's gaze shifted rapidly a few times.

"No, you're not old enough." She said sternly. "I won't allow it! Boys can come, but you have to go home!"

"No!" Ginny wasn't afraid anymore. She tossed her hair and looked straight into Mrs. Weasley's eyes.

"Bill and Charlie must be here too. My whole family is here. I can't just sit there waiting, not knowing anything—"

The atmosphere was tense. Ginny wanted to ask for everyone's help, but neither Sheryl nor Harry would stand by her side in front of Mrs. Weasley at this moment.

Besides, Mrs. Weasley is right; Ginny is only sixteen, not yet an adult, and must leave. That's the right thing to do.

Not to mention them, even Fred and George, who are usually unwilling to follow the rules, were just squatting in the corner, heads down, doing something.

Ginny felt betrayed, her eyes glistening with angry tears.

"Okay, I—"

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside, and then with a bang, someone pushed open the door of Pig Head Bar from the outside.

Alastor Moody walked in from outside, and surprisingly, he wasn't carrying a wand. He seemed completely unsuspecting of the safety of the place, which was quite unlike his usual cautious manner.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't followed him in, Siron would have suspected that the Mad-Eye was some Death Eater impersonating him using Compound Soup.

"Minerva————"

Sirius woke up instantly when the wind blew in from outside and quickly stood up from the stool.

"How did things go?"

"We have won a great victory!" Professor McGonagall said, her voice brimming with undisguised excitement. "The potion provided by Slughorn played a crucial role—whether it was my team or Felius and Alastor's, we dealt with the Death Eaters at minimal cost."

"Unfortunately, they still managed to get the news out," Mad-Eye said in a hoarse voice. "There are two Dark Marks in total. Voldemort must know what's going on here."

"That's normal, isn't it?"

In contrast, Professor McGonagall remained calm, not at all surprised by the result, or rather, it was all part of her plan.

After all, Death Eaters can send messages simply by touching their wrists with their wands, and in a war involving more than two hundred wizards, it is almost impossible for the enemy not to even touch their wrists.

At this time, more and more people arrived at Hogsmeade, including the Strikers and members of the Order of the Phoenix, as well as Death Eaters whose wands had been confiscated and who were floating in mid-air with their arms twisted behind their backs.

Professor McGonagall, of course, couldn't kill them all; instead, she handed them over to experienced batters to deal with.

"It's never been this lively here before." Sirius glanced at the bustling crowd outside and asked, "Okay, what do we do now?"

"Back to school." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath. "Prepare to face Voldemort."

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