Cornelius Fudge's order carried all the authority of the Minister for Magic.
Yet none of the Aurors following behind him dared step forward to carry it out—these Ministry Aurors were, for the most part, Hogwarts graduates.
Make them confiscate the wands of professors who had once taught them?
Who would dare be the first to stick their neck out!
At any rate, these Hogwarts graduates certainly did not dare.
Of course, if they did not dare, someone else would. Seeing the Aurors' troubled expressions and their continued inaction, an old woman in a pink cardigan immediately looked annoyed.
"Didn't you hear Minister Fudge's orders?" The old woman spoke sternly as she stepped forward, intending to personally complete the task Cornelius Fudge had assigned.
"Umbridge, at critical moments, I still have to rely on you." Minister for Magic Fudge had already looked embarrassed. Being ignored by his subordinates had left him in an awkward position.
Fortunately, the old woman named Dolores Umbridge had promptly saved his face.
"I will always be loyal to you, loyal to the Ministry of Magic. No outside force will ever influence me!" Umbridge replied ingratiatingly, moving to confiscate Professor McGonagall's and Grindelwald's wands.
"I believe you must have received some false information. Although a professor here has indeed been murdered, it certainly has nothing to do with Albus."
Professor McGonagall looked rather hesitant.
She was weighing whether she should hand over her wand and cooperate with the investigation.
These days, Gryffindor's Head of House often put the bigger picture first, and she did not believe Albus Dumbledore would be involved in any Dark Magic Ritual.
"Whether there is a connection is something we will investigate. Magic will not wrong any good person, but neither will it let any bad person escape. I hope you understand that