Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 88 It's only a few hundred Galleons a month, what fate are you playing?

After seeing Oren, the faces of the hitters became more serious.

When an adult wizard appears at Hogwarts, there is a high probability that it is a professor. This weight is much greater than those students who can only shout, so they can't help but pay attention to it.

But because they didn't know the person in front of them, out of caution, one of them asked, "Who are you?"

"Oren Morris." Professor Oren introduced himself: "Professor of Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

The batters raised their eyebrows, they are familiar with this position, they are too familiar.

Since they became strikers, they have personally captured three or four Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

This has almost become their stable source of performance.

So after learning the identity of Professor Oren, the three of them were not nervous, and said in a business-like tone: "Professor Oren, right, we are here to arrest Hagrid under the order of the Ministry of Magic." , you have no right to stop."

"Lie, why didn't I know that the Ministry of Magic had issued such an order."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall also hurried over from the castle, her lips pursed like an angry lioness.

"Fudge is still in the headmaster's office. You can't take Hagrid away until he comes out."

"Mai, Professor McGonagall..."

The three hitters instinctively stood up straight. Even though they had graduated for many years, they still couldn't help feeling guilty after seeing Professor McGonagall again.

But they don't want to just give up.

Because Fudge seems to be very concerned about this matter, before coming to Hogwarts, he repeatedly told him to investigate carefully and not to be negligent.

This is a rare opportunity to show their faces in front of the ministers. No matter what, they have to do things in a seamless manner.

So after they didn't find any valuable clues in the wooden house, they thought about taking Hagrid back for an interrogation, just in case there was any unexpected harvest.

The striker's eyes gradually became firmer, and under the temptation of promotion and salary increase, Professor McGonagall seemed not so scary anymore.

"Professor, you misunderstood, we are just a routine." The lead striker said: "Just go through a process, if there is no problem, he will be back tomorrow.

That's the rule, everyone is the same, so don't make things difficult for us. "

"That's not right..."

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the crowd of onlookers.

"I remember that the Ministry of Magic's regulations are that people can only be taken away when there is definite evidence."

"Who's talking!" the batterer roared angrily, "There's nothing for you here, go back to the castle!"

"I think I'm the professor at Hogwarts, Harder." Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I just wanted to..."

"But the students are right." Professor McGonagall interrupted him, and continued: "You said that Hagrid bought evidence of magical animals."

"Someone saw it with their own eyes," said the hitter named Harder.

"Unwarranted charges." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips even tighter: "If you say someone saw it, why didn't you bring him along."

"After bringing Hagrid back, we will naturally find that person to confront him." Hader's eyes drifted a little.

"So you don't even know who the other party is?"

Professor McGonagall laughed angrily.

There is no evidence, just want to take Hagrid away from Hogwarts just because someone said a word?

This was obviously unacceptable to her.

Today is Hagrid, so what if someone reports Professor Snape's involvement in the research of black magic tomorrow, and let them take him away for investigation?

What if someone reports Dumbledore the day after tomorrow... Hogwarts still can't open.

The hitters knew they were wrong, but they didn't move at all.

"Professor, it's really just a question, we promise not to..."

"I report it!"

At this time, another voice came from the crowd.

"I saw Professor Snape in the Pig's Head Bar yesterday, he bought a baby dragon, you should take him to the Ministry of Magic too.

Oh, and Headmaster Dumbledore, who also bought a Voldebat. "

Harder's words came to an abrupt end. This sentence was so heartbreaking that it almost blocked all his excuses.

This means that if he wants to take Hagrid away, he must also take Dumbledore who was also reported.

Hader scanned the crowd angrily, trying to find the speaker.

The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth curled up slightly, and he took the initiative to stand in front of those little wizards.

"I've thought about it, and I think you're right, Harder."

"The Potions office is on the first basement floor, and the principal's office is on the eighth floor. Do you need me to show you the way?"

Harder's face flushed, and he hesitated and said, "Professor McGonagall, I'm not... that, as a student, I can't count."

"I saw it too." Professor Oren said quietly beside him.

His words also became the last straw that overwhelmed the hitter.

"I see..." Harder gritted his molars and said, "We will come back when we find more evidence."

Of course he dared not go to Dumbledore.

Harder was sure that if he dared to take Dumbledore back today, he would be expelled from the Ministry of Magic tomorrow for advancing with his left foot.

Unwilling, he was just about to leave Hogwarts when he suddenly noticed the Forbidden Forest behind him.

"Professor McGonagall, do you mind if we go to the Forbidden Forest to check?"

Harder turned around and said, "The Forbidden Forest is so big, it might not be difficult to hide a magical animal."

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall had a strange expression.

She thought these people were here to find trouble before, but now she realized that they were here to be funny.

Going to the Forbidden Forest to investigate magical animals of unknown origin... This operation is quite explosive in the entire magic world.

Everyone knows that the Forbidden Forest is full of magical animals, and all of them are of unknown origin. It is meaningless for them to find anything.

Since when has the Ministry of Magic's requirements for strikers become so low?
After seeing Professor McGonagall's expression, Harder realized how stupid his words were just now.

The main reason is that he graduated for too long, and he forgot about it just now.

But all the words have been said, and now I can't hold back my face if I go back on my word.

"I'm sure, Professor McGonagall." Harder said pretending to be calm, and then walked towards the Forbidden Forest with the other two strikers.

Whether you find it or not, at least you can do business after this trip.

He has even been to the Forbidden Forest, so no one will say that he didn't investigate carefully enough.

"I remember what's in the Forbidden Forest, Chimeras, Manticores, by the way, there seem to be werewolves too..."

Professor Oren on the side said intentionally or unintentionally: "Tsk, it's only a few hundred Galleons a month, what are you doing?"

"Wait... I just remembered that's my monthly salary, how much is the striker... seventy? Or eighty?

Tsk..."

(End of this chapter)