Merry Christmas

"Looks like he came back empty-handed." Sirius Black raised an eyebrow. "That man often disagreed with Dumbledore even in the past."

"Yes. If he really had found something, it would've been easier to explain acting on his own authority. But the staff and patients of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries got emotional and blocked them in the waiting room. They didn't dare make a move against ordinary civilians, and during the standoff, the armed Aurors led by Albert Harris arrived and swiftly disarmed all those patrol Aurors." Arthur tapped his fingers on the table, his tone growing heavier. "That old lion Scrimgeour isn't a bad man. The only thing he truly wants is to crack down on those Dark Wizards. But lately he's been getting too close to those pure-blood families. He's too impatient, and that makes him easy for them to use."

"They're all Aurors, so are patrol Aurors really that weak? Albert Harris must have brought a lot of people with him, right?" Bill, the eldest Weasley child and tacitly allowed to join the discussion, asked in confusion. He had always worked as a Curse-Breaker at Gringotts and had broad interests, so he did not pay much attention to the Ministry of Magic or politics.

"No. He didn't bring many people, but they were all elites who had passed combat training, and they worked together seamlessly. Scrimgeour, on the other hand, not only refused to give up, but personally brought even more patrol Aurors to the scene." Arthur sighed. The Aurors, who should have been one body, had actually split apart because their leaders were fighting for power, and had pointed their wands at their own people.

"Scrimgeour tried to use his position as office director to pressure Albert so the patrol Aurors could force