Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 443 The Eve of School Start

The angry public temporarily forgave the incompetent and corrupt Ministry of Magic.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement escaped unscathed, avoiding another saturation bombardment of howling letters.

However, the owls flying around still caused considerable trouble for the law enforcement division, as their droppings were everywhere.

Accompanied by owls and summonses, time quietly arrived at the last day of August, and the retrial of the old case came to its final stage.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement worked overtime, with three shifts in Wizengamot, and even reporters from various newspapers living and working at the Ministry of Magic, before they were able to clear away the mountain of files.

The Daily Prophet and The Moon reported on the findings of the special investigation team on their front pages, confirming that all wizards who voluntarily accepted summons from the Ministry of Magic were not Death Eaters and were indeed under the Imperius Curse.

Wizards who refused to be summoned but were forcibly brought to the Ministry of Magic were also confirmed not to be Death Eaters; only a small number are still under investigation.

There is one last type of wizard: those who do not accept summons and are not forcibly taken to the Ministry of Magic. The "innocence" of these individuals remains in doubt.

In the Daily Prophet's report, these people whose innocence was questioned were only mentioned briefly, leaving it unclear whether Barnabas Guffey was trying to curry favor with them or with the Ministry of Magic.

In her report in The Moon, Rita Skeeter listed all these people's names and presented them to the public.

The result was obvious: the public was outraged, and their anger was reignited.

Some wrote to The Moon, others to the Ministry of Magic, strongly urging the Ministry to take coercive measures and throw all these guilty fellows into Azkaban.

The Aurors, the Strikers, and the Law Enforcement Team were eager to take coercive measures. These people were most likely Death Eaters, and the sooner they were captured, the sooner the war could end.

However, these people didn't give the Ministry of Magic a chance to take coercive measures at all; they had long since disappeared. We can't use their families as leverage, can we?

The Ministry of Magic is not the Death Eaters, and the Minister is not Voldemort. There must be rules and bottom lines in doing things; one cannot act recklessly.

Of course, Belvina personally strongly supports arresting all Death Eater family members; she doesn't subscribe to the idea of ​​"not extending punishment to family members."

Why can Death Eaters wipe out entire families at will, while their own families remain unharmed? That's not fair!

Unfortunately, Belvina was not a dictator, and the Ministry of Magic was not her personal fiefdom. Amelia firmly opposed her proposal of collective punishment.

This was the first time the two witches had clashed since their alliance. Belvina thought Amelia was too soft-hearted, while Amelia thought Belvina was too extreme and biased.

The two women had a big argument in the minister's office, but thankfully they both restrained themselves and didn't pull out their wands to fight.

Finally, Belvina returned to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in a huff, sat alone in the director's office, and sullenly held on until the end of the workday.

As soon as it was time to leave work, Belvina rushed out of the office and the Department of Legal Enforcement like the wind, and in the magnificent main hall, she teleported directly back to Fertile Plain.

The farmhouses on the fertile plains remain unchanged, tranquil and peaceful, as if the storms and turmoil of the outside world have nothing to do with this honey-colored building.

"You're back quite early today!"

Bassheda sat on the sofa in the living room, speaking without looking up.

She was also holding a copy of ancient runes that had been rubbed from a stone slab.

"Hogwarts starts tomorrow, so I'm going to stay on the train and come back early so I can get some rest."

As she spoke, Belvina sprawled on the sofa, her head resting naturally on Bassheda's fleshy thighs.

Bassheda spent most of the summer vacation in the Fertile Plains, as she was worried about Belvina staying there alone.

"Really? I don't believe it," said Basshedarurilur angrily, looking down into Belvina's eyes.

Bassheda continued, "Your eyes have betrayed you; you're not telling the truth, you have something on your mind."

"Okay, I had a big fight with Amelia, a really bad one," Belvina said softly, staring at the ceiling, which was only half visible.

"Logically speaking, it's normal to argue." Bassheda's gaze returned to the parchment. "You and Bones are both very strong-willed people; it would be strange if you two didn't argue."

Bassheda didn't intend to ask the reason for the argument; if she should have known, Belvina would have told her on her own, without needing to ask.

"Lucius Malfoy and his cronies are all in hiding," Belvina said. "I really want to use Yaxley to confirm their identities and use their families to force them out."

"I agree with the former, and that's not entirely unfair to them," Bassheda thought for a moment. "But the latter—I don't want you to do that. If you absolutely have to, then I'll just have to reluctantly support you."

Although Bassheda thought it was despicable to exploit family members, if the person who did it was Belvina, then she could pretend that she hadn't said anything.

"Amelia disagrees," Belvina said helplessly. "Professor Dumbledore probably won't agree either."

"Isn't there any other way?" Bassheda said. "If you use despicable methods against Death Eaters, others might use the same methods against you."

Belvina turned to face Bassheda's flat stomach and said, "Of course I know that. If the Dark Lord hadn't been so hesitant to make a move, I wouldn't have used this method either."

Bassheda tossed the parchment onto the coffee table in front of her and said, "What do you think the mysterious man is thinking? If I were him, I wouldn't have waited this long."

First came the bloodshed on Magnolia Road, then Belvina's framing, and now the much-discussed special investigation team. Every single thing is aimed at Voldemort, every single thing is trying to force him to show himself, but he manages to hold back and refuses to show his face.

"It's precisely because he's so incredibly patient that I'm uneasy," Belvina sighed. "Even if Trelawney's prophecy is incredibly important, he didn't need to hold back until now!"

The more Voldemort restrained himself, the more it proved that he had grand ambitions. And the more this was the case, the more uneasy Belvina became. "Azkaban! Could it be Azkaban?" Bassheda said, raising her hand to smooth Belvina's long hair.

"The defense of Azkaban is of paramount importance. After all, the Dark Lord's most loyal followers are all in prison," Belvina said. "Or maybe I should just sneak around and kill them all!"

Even before Amelia Bones became minister, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had already begun to strengthen the defenses of Azkaban.

When Belvina took office as head of the Department of Law Enforcement, she once again reinforced Azkaban. She had no trust in the Dementors, who were Voldemort's natural allies.

"That would be a way to end things once and for all," Bassheda shook her head. "But I don't want you to become an executioner who only knows how to kill."

"I won't do that, because I can't do it—" Belvina suddenly stopped.

"See, you know everything!" Bassheda said in a coaxing tone, "You are the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and you may become a minister in the future. You know very well that you cannot do this kind of thing."

“No, these are two different things.” Belvina closed her eyes and said stubbornly, “The Death Eaters in Azkaban have already paid the price for their crimes, but Lucius Malfoy has not.”

Bassheda pouted, pretending to be angry, and casually ruffled Belvina's hair, letting her long, dark hair fall over Belvina's face.

"If you really think about it, you're also part of Lucius Malfoy's family," Bassheda said. "After all, your youngest cousin married him and gave birth to a son for the Malfoy family."

Speaking of Narcissa Malfoy, Bassheda is reminded of another person.

She continued, "And your eldest cousin, Bellatrix, married into the Lestrange family, a whole bunch of Death Eaters."

Belvina was speechless. Although her brother Regulus had reformed, her two cousins ​​had not. One was in Azkaban, and the other had married a Death Eater.

"Oh, and Draco Malfoy, you watched him grow up," Bassheda said, stabbing him again as if one stab wasn't enough.

Although Belvina and Lucius Malfoy don't get along, she is relatively close to Narcissa and cares about her good-for-nothing nephew.

However, that's all in the past.

In recent years, Belvina and Narcissa have drifted further apart, and the last time they met was at the World Cup.

"Stop talking, I'm tired, I want to sleep!"

As she spoke, Belvina reached out and put her arm around Bassheda's lower back, pretending to snore.

"Go back to your room if you want to sleep. What's with resting your head on my lap!" Bassheda said. "Get up now!"

Although she complained, Bassheda didn't actually make Belvina get up. Instead, she gently patted her shoulder as if coaxing a child.

Just as Belvina was about to fall asleep, the house-elf Dobby made a very unromantic appearance in the living room.

The house-elf bowed deeply, its large nose practically pressed against the carpet.

He said in a shrill voice, "Miss Black, Miss Bablin, the wizards waiting outside say someone wants to see Miss Black."

Belvina opened her eyes and turned to look at the house-elf Dobby. She noticed that Dobby's expression was off; there was a hint of fear in his tennis ball-sized eyes.

“Someone wants to see me, and you happen to know this person,” Belvina said. “You’re afraid, Dobby.”

"Yes, Miss Black, Dobby is afraid," Dobby said in a shrill voice, "because the person who is to see Miss Black is Dobby's former mistress."

Belvina sat up. She had just been talking about Malfoy with Bassheda, and now Narcissa had come to visit. She couldn't help but think about it.

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