Walton, his face grim, followed Arthur Weasley to the dark cauldron.
Before Arthur Weasley could speak, Walton interjected, "The cauldron isn't Muggle item, so it's none of your business, is it?"
Arthur Weasley pursed his lips, speechless.
"Has your brain been out of use for too long? Is it filled with Troll snot?" Arthur Weasley continued. "Don't you know about the new regulations that came out this year?"
"I also have the right to report any items found during the search that are considered to be items of Dark Magic."
Walton glared at him, his eyes blazing, and reached for the crucible in front of him.
But Arthur Weasley was faster than him.
He grabbed the black cauldron in front of him and threw it to a cold-faced Auror next to him.
"Even if the cauldron isn't Muggle item, since the Auror have come along, they might be interested," Arthur Weasley said slowly.
"What exactly do you want?" Walton turned and stared intently into Arthur Weasley's eyes, roaring, "You're settling a personal score!"
"That's not right." Arthur Weasley raised and lowered his eyebrows, then stuck out a finger and shook it at him.
"Now that Dark Magic items have been found in your home, the evidence is irrefutable. I should be the one asking that question."
Arthur Weasley stared at Walton expressionlessly. "What exactly do you want?"
He omitted the word "suspected" and classified the crucible as a Dark Magic item.
This infuriated Walton.
"Walton McNeil." Arthur Weasley pulled a small notebook from his pocket and slowly wrote in it, "Possession of Dark Magic items."
"I strongly suggest a thorough investigation!"
"Thud."
After Arthur Weasley finished writing, he closed the notebook, turned around, and left.
The Auror followed closely behind.
Walton stared in disbelief at his actions.
He was quite certain that the cauldron at most bore some traces of Dark Magic, and could by no means be considered a Dark Magic item.
But Arthur Weasley Weasley's attitude clearly makes it impossible for him to treat this matter fairly and impartially.
This sent chills down Walton's spine, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and regret gnawed at his heart like a tiny insect.
I should never have messed with Prewett!
From Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic, from Dumbledore to Weasley, have all these people gone mad? Why are they all protecting him?
Hasn't the Prewett family already declined?
What value does he still have?!
Walton wasn't worried about what they might find on the crucible, but if Weasley didn't give up, his future would be difficult.
If they find excuses to come and conduct a thorough search every few days, how can we live like this?
Extreme regret and fear surged through Walton, making him feel dizzy and his ears ring, and he almost couldn't stand up.
"Wait! Weasley!"
"Wait!" Walton shouted hoarsely, gripping the table beside him.
Arthur Weasley stopped and looked back at him.
"I apologize! I apologize!" Walton asked. "Would you mind writing a letter?"
"Write it now." Arthur Weasley thoughtfully prepared paper and pen for him.
Walton took the paper and pen, staggered to his seat, and hunched over the table to write a letter.
Arthur Weasley stood beside him, watching and commenting.
He would immediately point out anything he was not satisfied with and have Walton rewrite it.
"Too few words, rewrite."
"Too many words, too wordy, rewrite it."
"The word count is correct, but I really dislike your attitude. It's not sincere at all. Rewrite it."
"The emotions aren't strong enough; rewrite it."
"The emotions aren't genuine enough; rewrite it."
Walton could no longer contain himself and slammed his pen on the table in frustration.
"Weasley, don't push your luck!"
"You're deliberately targeting me!"
Arthur Weasley's expression was exactly the same as George's and Fred's when they were up to no good. "What else?"
"Am I not being obvious enough?"
"You!"
Walton sat down in a huff, feeling as if ants were crawling all over him.
Damn Weasley! He's a complete bastard!
"Are you still going to write?" Arthur Weasley asked.
Walton snorted coldly, threw away the Parchment in his hand, and stood up abruptly, thinking to himself, "How glorious I was when I followed the Dark Lord across the Wizarding World! When have I ever suffered such humiliation!"
Even now, facing someone like Weasley, Walton only had one thing to say.
"Could you please give me another sheet of paper?"
Walton said in a low voice.
After saying that, he obediently sat back down and continued writing the letter.
After writing it more than a dozen times, Arthur Weasley's patience must have run out before he finally nodded reluctantly.
After sending the letter, Arthur Weasley was satisfied and returned to his post.
The Room of Requirement.
"Dear Mr. Prewett," George read aloud, holding a piece of paper in both hands, looking up at the sky with great expression.
"I apologize to you with the utmost respect, admiration, guilt, sadness, regret, and sincerity... Wow, that's really cheesy." George grinned.
Fred took the letter from his hand and continued reading with great emotion, "Back at Hogwarts, my foolish and ignorant actions caused you irreparable harm, and I know I am deeply guilty."
"That's why I suffer from inner torment day and night."
"I am in pain, I am sad, I shed tears of regret... Ugh~ How disgusting!"
Fred pinched his nose with his right hand in disgust, held the letter a little further away with two fingers of his left hand, and read out the signature.
"Your humble, repentant sinner begs for your merciful forgiveness."
"Walton McNeil."
George and Fred grinned in unison, making a strange expression.
"I really don't know how this guy wrote this letter; it's enough to make you want to throw up yesterday's breakfast."
Silan listened expressionlessly, but she also felt goosebumps all over her body.
"Why would he suddenly send a letter?" Silan asked, suppressing her nausea.
"That's all thanks to our dad," George said with a smile, "But of course, it's also partly ours."
"We wrote to Dad about this before, and it seems he's been looking after him lately," Fred explained.
Silan nodded.
Judging from this extremely cheesy letter, Arthur Weasley has probably taken very good care of him.
Arthur Weasley's position in the Ministry of Magic wasn't high, but he was still a supervisor. He could investigate even the Malfoy family at will, let alone an executioner.
He just didn't expect that the Weasley family would stand up for him in this matter.
"It feels really good to be cared for and appreciated," Silan thought to herself.
"Dad has another letter for you." George took out another letter and handed it to Silan. "Open it and take a look."
Silan opened the letter, glanced at it, and couldn't help but laugh.
The letter was from Arthur Weasley; it briefly described the incident and concluded with words of comfort.
"Don't worry, child."
"Your aunt really supports me on this. You should have seen the expression on McNeil's face when he wrote the letter; his features were all twisted up like a pretzel. Haha, it really reminds me of those school pranks."
"Don't be afraid, child. If anyone bullies you again, tell me, and I'll teach them a lesson."
"If I'm not able to, we have plenty of family members. Don't be shy, really."
"What did Dad say?" Fred asked.
Silan smiled and recounted the contents of the letter.
George and Fred both laughed.
"Dad's right," they said in unison, "We have a lot of people in our family!"
Fred chuckled, "By the way, you absolutely must come to our house during summer vacation."
"We have something good to show you," George finished Fred's sentence, winking mysteriously. "Stay tuned."
After chatting for a while, the group parted ways.
Silan carefully put Arthur Weasley's letter away and walked out of the castle.
Now that he has Felix Felicis, he still needs to prepare some roosters.
Only after making thorough preparations can one enter the Soul Library.