Chapter 88: Only a Few Hundred Galleons a Month, What Are You Playing With?

After seeing Oren, the strikers' expressions became much more serious.

When an adult wizard appears in Hogwarts, he is most likely a professor. This is much more important than those students who can only shout, so they can't help but pay attention to him.

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

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

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

The strikers raised their eyebrows. They are familiar with this position. They are too familiar with it.

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

This is almost becoming a stable source of their performance.

So after learning about Professor Oren's identity, the three of them were no longer nervous and said in a businesslike tone: "Oren... Professor, right? We are here to arrest Hagrid on the orders of the Ministry of Magic this time. You have no right to stop us."

"You're lying. How come I didn't know that the Ministry of Magic had issued such an order?"

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

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

"McGonagall, Professor McGonagall..."

The three strikers stood up instinctively. Even though they had graduated for many years, they couldn't help but feel guilty and weak when they saw Professor McGonagall again.

But they didn't want to give up just like that.

Because Fudge seemed to be very concerned about this matter, before coming to Hogwarts, he repeatedly urged them to investigate carefully and not to be negligent.

This is a rare opportunity to show up in front of the minister. No matter what, they have to do things perfectly.

So after not finding any valuable clues in the cabin, they thought about taking Hagrid back for trial, just in case there was any unexpected gain.

The striker's eyes gradually became firm. Under the temptation of promotion and salary increase, Professor McGonagall did not seem so scary.

"Professor, you misunderstood, we are just doing routine work." The leading striker said, "It's just a routine. If there is no problem, he can come back tomorrow.

The rules are like this, everyone is the same, please don't embarrass us."

"That's not right..."

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

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

"Who is talking!" The striker roared angrily: "This has nothing to do with you, go back to the castle!"

"I think I am the professor of Hogwarts, Had." Professor McGonagall frowned.

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

"But what the students said is not wrong. Professor McGonagall interrupted him and continued, "Where is the evidence that Hagrid bought magical animals."

"Someone saw it with their own eyes. "The striker named Hader said.

"False accusations." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tighter: "If you say someone saw it, why didn't you bring him along?"

"After taking Hagrid back, we will naturally find that person and confront him." Hader's eyes were a little vague.

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

Professor McGonagall was so angry that she laughed.

There is no evidence, just because someone said something and wanted to take Hagrid away from Hogwarts?

This was obviously unacceptable to her.

Today it was Hagrid, so what if someone reported Professor Snape for participating in the study of dark magic tomorrow, and let them take him away for investigation?

What if someone reported Dumbledore the day after tomorrow... Hogwarts will still be open.

The strikers knew they were in the wrong, but they did not move at all.

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

"I report it! "

At this time, a voice came from the crowd again.

"I saw Professor Snape at the Hog's Head yesterday. He bought a young dragon. You should take him to the Ministry of Magic.

Oh, and Headmaster Dumbledore, he also bought a Voldemort."

Had's words stopped abruptly. This sentence was so touching that it almost blocked all his excuses.

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

Had scanned the crowd angrily, trying to find the person who was speaking.

Professor McGonagall raised the corner of her mouth slightly and took the initiative to stand in front of the little wizards.

"I thought about it and think you are right, Hader."

"The Potions Office is on the first floor underground and the Headmaster's Office is on the eighth floor. Do you need me to lead the way for you?"

Had's face flushed and hesitantly said, "Professor McGonagall, I am not...that, the student's words cannot be counted."

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

His words became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the striker.

"I know..." Hader bit his back teeth and said, "We will come back after finding more evidence."

Of course he didn't dare to go to Dumbledore.

Hader was sure that if he dared to take Dumbledore back today, he would be expelled from the Ministry of Magic tomorrow because of his left foot entering the Ministry of Magic.

When he was about to leave Hogwarts unwillingly, he suddenly noticed the Forbidden Forest behind him.

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

Had turned around and said, "The Forbidden Forest is so big, it's probably not difficult to hide a magical animal."

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall's expression was a little strange.

She thought these people were here to cause trouble, but now she found out that they were here to make fun of her.

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. Even if they find anything, it's meaningless.

Since when did the Ministry of Magic's requirements for strikers become so low?

After seeing Professor McGonagall's expression, Had realized how stupid his words were just now.

It was mainly because he had graduated too long ago, and he forgot about it just now because his mind was hot.

But the words were already said, and it would be embarrassing to regret it now.

"I'm sure, Professor McGonagall." Had said calmly, and then walked towards the Forbidden Forest with the other two strikers.

Whether they found it or not, at least they could get the job done after this trip.

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

"I remember what was in the Forbidden Forest, Chimera, Manticore, and by the way, there seemed to be werewolves, right..."

Professor Oren said intentionally or unintentionally: "Tsk, only a few hundred Galleons a month, what are you guys playing with."

"Wait... I just remembered that was my monthly salary, how much was the striker... 70? Or 80?

Tsk..."