Ministry of Magic (Part 2)

Silas dragged Quirrell, bound like a zongzi by the Sekern Red Belt and encased in a Life Barrier, through a Portal directly into a secluded alley in London. Not far away stood a dilapidated red telephone booth (had this thing been here since 1707?)—one of the secret entrances to the Ministry of Magic, the governing body of British wizards.

Silas walked up to the telephone booth, opened the glass door, and roughly shoved Quirrell inside like luggage before squeezing in himself. The interior of the phone booth was cramped, and Quirrell, crammed into a corner, let out a pained whimper.

Silas picked up the receiver, ready to dial. However, just as he was about to press the first digit, he paused.

"Hmm... the phone booth... what was the number again?" he frowned, trying hard to recall details from the movies. "Was it...? No... maybe it was...? Or...?"

He thought for a long time but couldn't remember the exact number. After all, who would bother memorizing such details when reading the books in his past life!

"So troublesome!" Silas irritably ran a hand through his hair, still vividly red from spellcasting. He glanced down at Quirrell, curled up at his feet with terrified eyes, and kicked him hard. "It's all your fault! You made me forget the number!"

Quirrell: "Mmmph mmmph mmmph! (Indignant and scared)"

Silas couldn't be bothered to rack his brain for the number anymore. He decided to take the most direct approach—go back and ask!

He raised his hand again, drawing a circle, and a Portal to a secluded corner of Hogwarts Castle instantly opened. He grabbed Quirrell and stepped back through.

A few seconds later, Silas appeared at Professor McGonagall's office door (he couldn't be bothered to go to the Headmaster's office again). He knocked and poked his head in.

"Professor McGonagall! Sorry to bother you! Could you tell me the entrance number for the Ministry's phone booth? I need to deliver a package urgently!" He gestured to Quirrell behind him, bound by the red belt and floating in the air.

Professor McGonagall suppressed her exasperation and replied in as steady a tone as possible, "It's, Mr. Kirill."

"Got it! Thank you, Professor!" Silas got his answer, immediately withdrew, opened another Portal, and dragged Quirrell through again.

Back in the London alley in front of the telephone booth, Silas expertly dialed the number: .

The phone booth immediately buzzed and began to slowly descend.

"Okay," Silas nodded in satisfaction, saying to the terrified Quirrell at his feet, "Let's go! I'll take you on a tour of Azkaban!"

The telephone booth, carrying a "deliveryman" and a special "package," sank into the ground, heading for the Ministry of Magic. Silas Kirill, in an extremely efficient (and brutal) manner, completed the task assigned by Dumbledore, and incidentally, got himself "registered" at the Ministry. It was foreseeable how shocked and chaotic the Ministry officials would be upon seeing the young man escorting the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In the entrance hall (or some reception area) of the Ministry of Mysteries, Silas dragged his "special package"—bound by red energy bands and covered in a layer of green light—causing quite a stir. Aurors cautiously surrounded them, but seeing it was just a child and a bound, seemingly heavily injured person, they hesitated.

Soon, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, a stern and capable witch, rushed over upon hearing the news. She looked at the bizarre sight before her, especially Silas's striking blood-red hair and the unfamiliar binding magic on Quirrell, and her brow furrowed.

"Child," Amelia's voice was steady and authoritative, "What is going on here? Who are you? And who is this you've brought?"

Silas tossed Quirrell onto the ground like trash, then clapped his hands and casually introduced himself, "Hi, Ms. Bones. I'm a student at Hogwarts, Silas Kirill. This is Quirinus Quirrell, our school's former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He's suspected of attempted murder of a student."

Amelia Bones's expression grew even more serious. A Hogwarts professor suspected of murdering a student? This was an extremely grave matter!

"Child, accusing a professor of murder is a very serious charge," she knelt down, trying to soften her tone, but her gaze was sharp. "What evidence do you have to prove your accusation?"

Silas didn't even think, directly bringing out his biggest backer: "Albus Dumbledore is the witness. He saw the whole thing, Quirrell cursing Harry's broom, trying to kill him."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's name, Amelia's demeanor visibly became more solemn. Dumbledore's testimony carried immense weight in the wizarding world.

"I understand," she nodded. "Then, regarding the detailed circumstances of this matter, please..."

Before she could finish, Silas interrupted her, speaking in a very serious tone, as if answering a fill-in-the-blank question, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is the witness."

He recited Dumbledore's full name without a single error, his tone firm, as if providing the full name was the "detailed" information the other party had requested.

Amelia Bones: "..."

She looked at Silas's expression, which seemed to say, "I'm being cooperative, right? Is the information detailed enough?" She was momentarily speechless, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.

"Child..." Amelia took a deep breath, trying to maintain a serious expression, "I mean, I need you to describe the specific events that occurred, not... Professor Dumbledore's full name."

Silas blinked, as if he just understood. "Oh, you mean that. It's very simple. Quirrell cast a spell to harm Harry Potter, I discovered it, so I tied him up and beat him. Then Professor Dumbledore arrived and told me to bring him here. You can ask Professor Dumbledore for the detailed situation; he knows best."

His explanation was still infuriatingly "concise," kicking the ball directly back to Dumbledore.

Amelia looked at Silas, then at the near-death Quirrell on the ground, still bound by strange magic, and felt a headache coming on. This Hogwarts student's style of action and way of thinking were just too... peculiar.

"Alright," she finally decided not to argue with the child over details. "We will contact Headmaster Dumbledore to verify the situation. As for Professor Quirrell... we need to treat him first, then detain him."

She gestured for the Aurors behind her to take Quirrell, but looked at the bright red energy bands with some difficulty.

Silas saw their predicament and snapped his fingers. The Sekern Red Belt disappeared, but the Life Barrier remained. He explained, "This green shell will keep him from dying, so you'd better not mess with it. Alright, I've delivered the person, am I done here? I'm going back to eat."

With that, he didn't wait for Amelia's response, raised his hand, drew a Portal, and stepped right into it under the watchful eyes of everyone, disappearing.

Leaving the Ministry officials to face the unconscious Quirrell and a mess, exchanging bewildered glances. Today, the Ministry had welcomed the most "efficient" and most baffling "escort" in history.