Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 807 Evacuation of Students

Alecto Caro was struck unconscious by the spell, and then almost the entire Slytherin patrol was wiped out.

No one knew what had happened that night until the Slytherins were taken away from the castle, and some people gradually came to their senses.

"No way!"

"Professor Carlo is a Death Eater, and I've heard that the Void has taken over most of the wizarding world. How could Professor McGonagall—"

"Is that even a question?" Someone looked up, their eyes sparkling as they gazed at the professors at the auditorium entrance.

"We're going to fight back!"

"But----"

"No buts, I hope it's true—"

"That would be insane!"

"Not at all, we should have done this a long time ago!"

The murmurs grew louder, and all eyes were on Professor McGonagall, awaiting an answer.

But Professor McGonagall said nothing. She looked around, then waved her wand, and three silver cats sprang from its tip, each with eyeglass-shaped markings around its eyes.

The three Patronus swiftly ran forward, one of them stopping beside a boy on the second floor and saying, "All Gryffindor prefects, both male and female, come to the Great Hall immediately."

After saying that, the silver cat ran off again, probably to inform the other prefects.

The Gryffindor boy paused for a moment, then ran towards the Great Hall as fast as he could.

Before long, the prefects of the other three houses, except for Slytherin, as well as the male and female student council presidents, all came to the Great Hall.

Siren sat near the door, while Fred and George brought out some food from the kitchen—let's call it breakfast. As they ate, they glanced at everyone who walked in.

By this time, almost all the students knew what had just happened. Even those who hadn't come out immediately could learn what had happened from other people's descriptions.

Therefore, everyone's facial expressions are different and easy to distinguish.

Those who walked in looking anxious and nervous were all Hufflepuff prefects. The Ravenclaw prefects arrived together, each with a serious expression, lost in thought.

As for those who rushed in with quick steps, wands in hand—it goes without saying that they were Gryffindors, and they were also the fewest in number, with only three of them.

The remaining prefects, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, were already waiting there.

When the last Hufflepuff prefect hurried in from outside, Professor McGonagall, who was discussing countermeasures with Mad-Eye, turned around and approached them with a solemn expression.

"There's no time to explain everything. All I can say is that Voldemort could appear at the door at any moment, and Hogwarts is about to be besieged."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Although most people had already guessed the answer, they still couldn't help but let out a low murmur of surprise when Professor McGonagall said it herself.

Guessing can still deceive oneself into believing it's false, but now, Professor McGonagall has shattered that last shred of hope; they are truly about to wage war against Voldemort.

That's the Dark Lord who killed Headmaster Dumbledore, the one whose name can't even be mentioned! Now he's coming to kill them.

For a moment, the air in the auditorium seemed to freeze, with only the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace—ah, and the gurgling sound of George drinking his hot porridge.

Professor McGonagall, who was about to say something, was interrupted. She glared at them irritably before looking at the prefects again.

"The most urgent task right now is to move as many innocent students as possible out of the area, and I hope you can help."

After another brief silence, the Hufflepuff prefects were the first to nod in agreement.

“Of course, Professor, it’s what we should do,” said a plump witch. “How should we do it?”

"Wake everyone up, take them away from the school to Hogsmeade Station, and someone will Apparate you away."

"no problem."

"Leave it to us."

The prefects exchanged a glance, then turned and ran out of the auditorium as fast as they could.

Several Ravenclaws hesitated for a moment, then followed suit. But Siron noticed that they made no promises to Professor McGonagall.

The Gryffindor prefects, who had the fewest members, remained until the end.

"Professor, I won't leave. I can fight too!" one of the boys said, gripping his wand and eager to try.

"No, Mr. Harper," Professor McGonagall refused him without hesitation. "You need to leave Hogwarts with the rest of the group."

"Why!" Harper, clearly unconvinced, shouted, "Why can they stay?"

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He turned and pointed at a few people eating in the corner. "They're all prefects, why are they allowed to stay?"

"Because they are adults, Mr. Harper, but you are only fifteen, and just turned fifteen."

"It's okay, I don't care!"

"I said, no."

Harper didn't want to give up, but Professor McGonagall seemed a little impatient and had Hermione and Ron come and take him away.

Professor McGonagall does not refuse students who want to stay and help, but only adults who are seventeen years of age or older, or wizards who are close to adulthood and have sufficient strength.

A fifth-grader like Harper, who is only fifteen years old, is absolutely out of the question, no question about it.

The remaining two prefects, who had originally wanted to try, could only sigh and follow behind as they walked out of the auditorium after seeing the situation.

Soon, Hogwarts became busy. Under the direction of their prefects and professors, the younger students were quickly and orderly leaving the castle.

Afterwards, they would travel by carriage to Hogsmeade Station, where Mad-Eye had arranged for a group of wizards skilled in Apparition to escort them away.

Of course, the process was not without its challenges. For example, several first-year Ravenclaw students nearly fell off the upper floors due to overcrowding.

Because of the fact that only three of the six prefectural leaders who were originally responsible for maintaining order were still at school, they were simply too busy to handle everything.

The remaining three—they left after exiting the auditorium, and were among the first students to be sent away.

"The clever Ravenclaws always make the right choice before danger strikes," Fred said, raising an eyebrow with a hint of mockery.

"But not all Ravenclaws are like that, Weasley."

Several people walked in from outside. The one who spoke was Qiu Zhang. She tied up her somewhat messy long hair and took the initiative to comfort the first-year students.

As a former prefect, Cho Chang was very familiar with this procedure. He quickly calmed the new students down and led them away from the castle to a waiting carriage.

"Well, I have to admit, she's right." Fred shrugged, then made a zipping motion with his hand near his mouth.