"Weasley!" Walton said through gritted teeth, gripping the doorframe.
"You'd better give me an explanation, or I'm definitely going to file a complaint against you!"
"It's just a routine check," Arthur Weasley shrugged nonchalantly. "It's my job, after all."
"Oh, you're filing a complaint? Do you need me to show you the correct procedure for filing a complaint?"
"The regulations were just changed in March of this year; your useless brain probably can't remember them."
As Arthur Weasley spoke, he casually tore the document off the door and tossed it to Walton.
After glancing at the search documents, Walton laughed in exasperation, crumpled the documents in his hand into a ball, and threw them on the ground.
"Do you take me for an idiot? You drafted and approved this document yourself!"
Walton stomped on the documents on the floor twice and sneered, "You can't scare me."
Arthur Weasley didn't care at all. His face darkened, and he said coldly, "Will you move aside yourself, or should I have the Auror ask you to move aside?"
"I'm a Ministry of Magic employee too!" Walton screamed, half-clinging to the doorframe, trying to close the door. "You can't..."
Arthur Weasley curled his lip, waved his hand, and the Auror beside him all took out their wands.
Seeing the Auror without warning, Walton had been cursing just moments before, immediately swallowed his words.
Those damn stray dogs!
Why did they target me?
Walton cursed under his breath and obediently stood aside.
As a former Death Eaters, he had a lot of dealings with Auror.
It's also very clear that in this situation, if you don't want to fight, it's best to keep quiet.
"A wise decision."
Arthur Weasley nodded in satisfaction, pushed open the door and walked straight in, his shoulder bumping into Walton, causing him to stagger.
The Auror behind him followed closely behind, surging in and quickly filling the small dwelling.
The Auror were well-trained; as soon as they entered, they began rudely rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
The tea in the tea canister was poured out, the wardrobe was ransacked, clothes from different seasons were scattered everywhere, and even some of the dishes in the cupboard were broken.
The room, which was fairly tidy just a moment ago, became a complete mess in the blink of an eye.
Walton watched the Auror's actions, gritting his teeth in anger, his eyelids twitching.
"Weasley, you bastard!"
"Don't say that, Mr. McNeil," Arthur Weasley said, unperturbed by his words, offering comforting words instead. "It's what we should do."
Arthur Weasley shouted to the Auror, "Search carefully, men! I believe Mr. McNeil is innocent."
"Understood, sir!" the Auror replied in unison, turning back to continue rummaging through the drawers.
The crackling sounds in the room grew louder.
Walton's eyelid twitched with each ring.
"Weasley! I need to tell the minister! The minister..." Walton stammered, somewhat incoherently.
"This is outrageous! I have friends in the Ministry of Magic! What you're doing..."
"Go ahead," Arthur Weasley interrupted him expressionlessly.
"However, I must remind you that you're not the only one with friends at the Ministry of Magic."
Arthur Weasley spoke these words in a nonchalant tone, not even glancing at Walton, completely disregarding him.
This made Walton both angry and annoyed.
"Damn Weasley!"
Walton cursed inwardly, feeling a profound sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.
He knew his threats were ineffective.
Arthur Weasley Weasley has served in the Ministry of Magic for many years and comes from the Weasley family, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, so he naturally has some connections and background.
Although the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts wasn't a particularly important department, Arthur Weasley was still a supervisor.
In terms of connections and position, she is better than him.
So no matter how angry Walton was, he could only suppress it.
After all, there were several Auror in the room.
Walton lowered his eyes, observing the Auror in the room, and abandoned the idea of taking out his wand.
Even if we were to completely break ties with Weasley now, we wouldn't gain anything.
Although the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office has few staff, it has the authority to borrow Auror when carrying out search missions.
Walton knew very well that if he dared to make any move, he would be subdued in the blink of an eye.
"What did I ever do to offend you?!" Walton snarled through gritted teeth as he moved closer to Arthur Weasley.
Arthur Weasley moved away in disgust. "You haven't offended me, Mr. McNeil, at least not recently."
"But if your brain is still working properly, you shouldn't have forgotten about your recent trip to Hogwarts, right?"
The Auror around him were all Arthur Weasley's good friends of many years, and they all knew why he had come. Arthur Weasley didn't hide anything from them and went straight to the point.
Walton certainly remembered.
The falling Dungbomb tormented him to the point of unbearable pain.
That's why he was so impressed by his trip to Hogwarts.
After returning from Hogwarts, he developed a fear of anything with a strange smell.
At its worst, I had to clean the room eight times a day.
He even learned how to "Scourgify" specifically for this purpose.
Even now, I still use it nervously from time to time.
"Weasley ... Prewett ..."
"Prewett is your relative!" Walton quickly realized the reason and exclaimed in astonishment.
"To be precise, he's my nephew."
Arthur Weasley didn't look at him; his voice jumped out and reached Walton's ears.
"You're using this to settle a personal score!" Walton gritted his teeth angrily. "That's against the rules!"
"The search procedures were reasonable and legal," Arthur Weasley said calmly.
"You!"
Walton was speechless for a moment, cursing inwardly.
What search procedures?! Didn't you handle all of that yourself?
He drafts the documents himself, approves them himself, and now he even brings people to search the premises.
How shameless!
Besides, is it really that serious?
He's just a second-year wizard.
Even if he's a relative, did you really need to go to all this trouble to personally bring him over?
Despite his thoughts and curses, Walton remained silent for a while before finally bowing his head and asking, "What exactly do you want?"
"Not good," Arthur Weasley said. "Apologize to that child."
"Don't even think about it!" Walton growled angrily, his face turning even redder than Arthur Weasley's hair.
Weasley has gone completely mad!
How could a grown wizard, a full-fledged employee of the Ministry of Magic, and the chief executioner of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, apologize to a child?
Unless Merlin is resurrected!
"Found one!" an Auror shouted, raising his hand. "This cauldron seems to have traces of Dark Magic."
This sentence instantly drew everyone's attention in the room, causing a moment of silence.
Walton's heart skipped a beat, his hands and feet turned ice-cold, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead without him even realizing it.
This crucible was one he had used a very long time ago; he clearly remembered that it had been cleaned...
"How could this be...?"
Arthur Weasley glanced at him and said casually, "Mr. McNeil, shall we go take a look together?"
... Divider Line...
Author's Note: The Arthur Weasley can borrow Auror is a hypothetical scenario based on the author's speculation.
The original work explicitly mentions Arthur Weasley and Perkins as the only officially Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, which is clearly illogical.
Therefore, I reasonably speculate that there may be a situation where several departments share offices.
Of course, this time Arthur Weasley was going to do something "bad" by calling on his old friends; he could get people just by using his face.