Shocking! Ministry of Magic Employees Make Things Difficult for a Martyr's Orphan

"Oh, we're from the Department of Biological Control, Ministry of Ministry of Magic."

The elderly wizard smiled gently, his bright eyes fixed on Silan. "We've come to see you today because..."

"Billy, you talk too much nonsense!" the fierce-looking middle-aged wizard interrupted him impatiently.

"Prewett, you are suspected of harboring dangerous dark Magical Creatures. Come with us."

"You can't..." Hermione said urgently.

"Shut up!" The fierce-looking middle-aged wizard glared coldly at Hermione and said sternly.

Hermione was startled and stopped talking abruptly.

The middle-aged wizard turned his eyes to look at Silan, and when he suddenly met Hilan's gaze, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Through Silan's almost pitch-black, indifferent pupils, he felt an indescribable chill that instantly crept up his spine.

Walton McNeil, an executioner for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, was once a Death Eaters.

He was no stranger to that kind of look.

He had seen it more than once with his former, terrifying master.

But the person in front of me is just a child.

How could he possibly...?

Silan stared at Walton expressionlessly. "This is Hogwarts. Whoever you are, watch your manners."

Walton gritted his teeth, and when he looked into Silan's eyes, he suddenly found himself unable to utter a single word.

He managed to tear his gaze away from Silan's eyes with some difficulty.

In an attempt to save face, he let out a short, cold snort.

"Don't do this, Walton, don't frighten the child." Old wizard Billy quickly smoothed things over, handing his identification to Silan. "Don't worry, child, we just want to ask you about the situation."

"You know, Basilisk aren't pets..."

"The Ministry of Magic has already made a decision on this." Walton looked away, but his voice drifted over.

"Anyone who discovers this monster has the right to kill it immediately."

"Anyone who attempts to harbor such a person will be sent to Azkaban and sentenced to more than 20 years in prison."

"Why are you saying all this, Walton?" Billy glared at Walton with some displeasure, then turned back to earnestly advise, "Actually, he's right. It really is a very dangerous creature and must be killed."

"It is extremely dangerous for a young wizard like you to come into contact with it," Billy said gravely.

Silan looked at them expressionlessly.

The two of them, one playing the bad cop and the other the good cop, worked together quite well.

But he wasn't afraid.

Only a few professors knew about his harboring of the Basilisk; if the professors had told them, they wouldn't have come just to "get information."

"In that case, let's go," Silan said.

"A wise decision." Billy nodded with a smile. "Don't worry, it won't be long."

Hermione wanted to follow, but Walton stopped her.

"Unrelated personnel, please leave."

"You have no right to do this! It's clearly stated in the Underage Wizard Protection Act ..." Hermione wanted to argue further.

Silan shook his head at him, silently saying, "Go find Dumbledore."

The two of them knew each other too well.

You can guess what the other person means just by reading their lip movements, without them saying a word.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

Watching Hermione's retreating figure, Silan smiled, but when she turned around, the smile vanished instantly, and she said arrogantly:

"Lead the way."

Billy and Walton exchanged a glance, both feeling a little strange.

The young wizard remained calm and composed, speaking as if he were commanding his own dog.

Arrogance taken for granted.

Although they were both employees of the Ministry of Magic, their social status was not low.

However, in terms of wizarding lineage, old Billy came from Muggle family, which is the lowest tier of wizarding lineage.

Although Walton is a Pure-blood, his family's bloodline is far inferior to that of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

Trying to piggyback on Prewett is a pipe dream.

Faced with Prewett's arrogance, they could only swallow their anger.

Otherwise, when it comes to bloodlines, it's still embarrassing for oneself.

Silan was not a sorcerer who believed solely in bloodlines, but he was more than happy to use bloodlines to humiliate his enemies.

Walton snorted and turned to leave first.

Old Billy gave Silan an awkward smile, inwardly cursing, "That annoying Slytherin little wizard."

Silan didn't care what they thought; he looked at them like they were dogs.

Anyway, they don't even know they're Half-blood.

Because Silan subdued the Basilisk, rumors are now circulating throughout Hogwarts that he has pure Slytherin blood.

Some even believe he has Merlin's blood.

These two newcomers, of course, couldn't tell them apart.

The two men led Silan to an empty classroom and had him sit at a desk.

Walton maintained a composed demeanor, applying pressure.

"Don't be nervous, son," old Billy said with a smile.

"We learned from your classmates that you seem to Parseltongue and even control Basilisk. Is that true?"

Old Billy's face flushed, and he asked excitedly, "This is truly incredible! You're amazing!"

Ha, are you trying to apply that to me?

Silan sneered inwardly, but said expressionlessly, "They're all just rumors. The Basilisk has already been dealt with by the professors."

"It's dead?" Old Billy, somewhat surprised.

"Certainly."

Silan looked completely innocent and said, "I'm just a weak and pitiful little wizard, why would I want to come into contact with such a terrifying monster?"

[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]

Walton scoffed, "That's not necessarily true. We haven't searched you yet. Maybe we should give you some Veritaserum."

"I must remind you," Silan's voice suddenly turned cold, "That I am a student of Hogwarts."

"Professor Snape is my headmaster, Mr. Weasley is my uncle."

"Also, my last name Prewett."

Old Billy suddenly felt a headache coming on.

This child's background is far too complicated.

This is such a hassle, I wish I hadn't come!

He was nearing retirement age, and coming from Muggle family, he was just a low-level employee. Even Arthur Weasley, at his worst, was still a manager.

Walton may not be afraid of him, but he has absolutely no reason to offend Weasley.

If you really push him too far, he might bring people to search your house every few days. How will you live then?

And his surname is also Prewett.

This makes things even more complicated.

Everyone in the Wizarding World knows that the Prewett brothers died fighting against the Voldemort; from any perspective, they are heroes and martyrs.

Old Billy could even imagine the trouble that would ensue if the kid went out and contacted the Daily Prophet, saying he was giving him a hard time.

<Shocking! Ministry of Magic staff harass the orphan of a fallen soldier.>

The mere thought of this title sent chills down Billy's spine.

Those unscrupulous reporters don't care about their own lives.

Moreover, the current Minister for Magic is a man who cares a lot about his image; if this news were published, he might end up taking the blame.

Thinking of this, old Billy sighed, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

"You dare threaten me..." Walton gritted his teeth.

"Shut up!" Old Billy turned his head, his previous gentle and kind demeanor gone, and glared at Walton as he roared.

What a complete idiot!

Haven't you realized this child is a huge problem?

Walton was startled and remained speechless.

"He was just joking." Old Billy looked at Silan, trying to appear kind.

"Don't take it to heart. Veritaserum is a treatment for criminals; you're just a student."

Silan suddenly asked, "Several professors were present at the time, didn't you ask them?"

The two immediately fell silent.

Seeing their silence, Silan roughly guessed what had happened and sneered.

"So, you acted without authorization?"