Today's Matter... Seems Like It's Really a Bit Troublesome

Professor McGonagall, seeing Professor Sprout's slight surprise, replied with a pursed lip, "We're going to find Prewett."

"What a coincidence, I'm going to find him too."

Professor Sprout dusted off his apron and chuckled, "I put socks and scarves on those Mandrake the other day. Oh, and lately they've become quite moody and quiet."

"This means they're rapidly leaving childhood behind and entering the sentimental adolescence," Professor Sprout said cheerfully. "Once their acne heals, they can be replanted. So I'd like to ask Prewett for help. What about you?"

Professor McGonagall glanced discreetly at Fudge and explained, "The Ministry of Magic has taken Prewett away."

"It's taking them away..." Fudge emphasized weakly, explaining, "They're just taking them away to gather some information, not arresting them."

"How could you do this!" The usually kind and amiable Professor Sprout glared angrily at Fudge.

"Prewett is a good student. He has helped me a lot, has always loved learning, respects professors, and is very helpful. You shouldn't treat him like this!"

"Even if something really happened, you should have notified the professors and the principal first! Why are you arresting people?"

Professor Sprout grew angrier and angrier, his voice rising until he almost shouted.

"It's not about arresting people..."

Fudge tried to explain weakly, but clearly no one believed him.

"So that's how it is!"

Just as everyone was looking at Fudge, a small, sharp voice suddenly came from below.

Everyone looked down and realized that it was Professor Flitwick who was speaking.

He appeared out of nowhere; because he was so short, no one had noticed him.

"I just saw two adult wizards take Prewett to an empty classroom. I thought they had something to talk about," Professor Flitwick said quickly. "Turns out they just kidnapped him!"

Fudge gave a wry smile, too lazy to explain.

Anyway, these people won't listen.

Great, another professor has arrived, and he's even a dean.

Now Hogwarts has a headmaster and four housekeepers, they've got it all.

Fudge now deeply regrets entrusting this task to old Billy, that senile fool, and Walton, that idiot.

What should have been a simple investigation task was turned into a complete mess by them.

What are these two idiots doing?

Did we stir up trouble within the dean's organization?

Besides helplessness and anger, Fudge also felt a little curious.

Just who is this little wizard?

It's understandable that Snape would protect him, given that he was a Slytherin student.

But why are the deans of the other three colleges also so nervous?

"Ha." Snape glanced at Fudge and said slowly in his characteristic sarcastic tone, "Looks like Minister Fudge's subordinates are quite capable."

Fudge chuckled awkwardly twice, not daring to reply.

Hermione, who was indifferent to everything else, immediately asked when she heard Professor Flitwick say that he had seen Silan.

"Where is he, Professor Flitwick?"

"It's in an empty classroom downstairs."

Professor Flitwick turned around and started walking forward on his short legs. "I'll take you there."

"We'd better follow him," Dumbledore said.

The crowd nodded and followed Professor Flitwick, who had already walked seven or eight steps ahead, in a grand procession downstairs.

The Hogwarts Headmaster and four Headmasters, along with the Minister for Magic and a second-year student, made for a rather large and unusual group.

The young wizards passing by all looked at the group with curiosity, whispering among themselves as they wondered what they were up to.

The people in the group had different expressions.

Dumbledore wore a smile, appearing completely at ease, while Snape frowned, his face grim, Fudge looked somewhat nervous.

The remaining three professors and Hermione were all somewhat angry.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the empty classroom where Silan was was somewhat awkward.

Old Billy frowned, pondering how to get rid of this troublesome little wizard and resolve this problem.

Walton was forbidden to speak, and with a grim expression, he stroked the gleaming axe tucked into his waistband with his large thumb.

This was his tool as an executioner.

The classroom was quiet, except for the occasional sigh from old Billy and a cold laugh from Walton.

Silan sat leisurely in the chair, slowly flipping through a book, completely ignoring the two of them.

"Cough cough..."

After carefully considering his words, old Billy glanced at the classroom door, cleared his throat, and tentatively asked.

"Mr. Prewett, perhaps..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by footsteps coming from outside the door.

Dumbledore here?

Old Billy frowned and looked towards the doorway.

The footsteps coming from outside the door were very strange.

First came a light, dense pattering sound, followed by a slightly hurried footstep, and then several more footsteps, some heavy and some light.

Wrong.

Why does it sound like bats flapping their wings?

The footsteps grew louder and louder, and old Billy's heart slowly grew colder and heavier.

"More than one person came..."

Old Billy noticed out of the corner of his eye that Silan had put away his book, and couldn't help but look at him.

Only then did they notice that Silan had put away her book and was huddled in her chair, looking nervous and uneasy, as if she had been bullied by someone.

But in this classroom, who would bully him?

The answer to this question didn't require any thought; it simply jumped out of old Billy's mind and hit him on the head.

"Mr. Prewett, you..."

Old Billy wanted to say something to warn the kid not to talk nonsense and frame them.

But before he could finish speaking, Silan shrugged.

They looked even more frightened and pitiful.

She was simply a pitiful child who had suffered countless injustices but had no one to confide in.

It's heartbreaking to see.

Old Billy was dumbfounded.

No, what do you mean by that?

We didn't do anything! Why do you look like we've tortured you?!

This doesn't make sense, does it?

A breath caught in his throat, impossible to exhale or swallow; old Billy felt he was going crazy.

The hurried, chaotic footsteps outside the door sounded like sharp thorns piercing old Billy's heart.

At that moment, the door opened.

The first person to enter was Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic, whom he knew all too well.

Old Billy was overjoyed to see Fudge enter.

The minister has arrived, and the truth will come to light.

With the minister here, there's no need to worry about being framed.

Now that the minister is here, we can hand this thorny issue over to him.

All I need to do is say "Your insightful opinion, Minister" when the time comes.

It's so convenient and saves so much effort!

Old Billy's mood improved considerably, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a large group of people following Fudge.

The heads of the four houses at Hogwarts, and... Dumbledore.

His mood, which had just started to improve, plummeted instantly, sinking into an icy abyss.

Today's situation... seems to be getting a bit troublesome.