Chapter - 45 Surrounded by Aurors

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The whole Gryffindor house was desperately trying to score more points for their house to prevent from making themselves the new record holder for the most negative point in Hogwarts history.

Professor McGonagall, being the fair and just person she is, stuck to her usual standards of granting points,

Even though the Gryffindor's had collected so many negative point,

she never tried to give them more points to save her house. Even if Snape unjustly took them away for petty reasons.

Whereas the teachers from the other houses were being biased towards the Gryffindor's awarding them extra points, especially Professor Flitwick.

However even with all that, Gryffindor's scores were still stubbornly moving closer to the historical record of being the lowest.

Professor Snape was just so petty as much as the points were awarded he would always find a way to take them away.

Unlike the other professors he didn't have a line, he was just that thick skinned and shameless.

Gryffindor was praying for William to once again send Snape to the hospital ,

But Snape learning from his past was eight meters away from Marina whenever he taught the Potions class.

As the foul odour gradually faded, Halloween approached.

On the morning of Halloween, the scent of roasted pumpkins filled the corridors.

During the Charms class, Professor Flitwick announced he would be teaching them their first spell.

The students were eager to learn and use the spell, especially after witnessing William using it in saving Shabby.

Professor Flitwick divided the students into groups of two and started teaching.

"Alright, keep in mind that delicate wrist movement we've been practicing!"

Professor Flitwick instructed sharply, perched atop his stack of books as always. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick."

It wasn't an easy task. Cho and Marina waved their wands repeatedly, trying to make the feathers float, but they remained stubbornly on the ground.

In frustration, Marcos aggressively poked the feather with his wand, causing it to catch fire.

Luckily, Professor Flitwick was quick to intervene and prevent the accident turning into something bigger.

"It's crucial to pronounce the spell correctly—remember Wizard Barufeo, who mistakenly uttered the 'f' as an 's' and ended up flat on the floor with a bison on his chest."

"Surely, those of you who read the Daily Prophet over the summer are aware of Mr. Stark's mishap in Diagon Alley."

"The poor Malfoy child, hope his head is ok after that, the Daily Prophet also said, that the  child has developed a fear to magic. "

As the class was wrapping up, Professor Flitwick asked William to showcase the Bison Charm, earning applause from everyone.

With Halloween on the horizon, decorations decked out every corner.

The auditorium boasted loads of jack-o-lanterns, while bunches of bats and orange streamers adorned the ceiling, in a snake pattern.

Dinner was a feast fit for kings, with delicious food magically popping onto the golden plates, prompting everyone to gobble it up like it was the start-of-term banquet all over again.

Dumbledore, decked out in a flashy purple robe, tried cracking a joke.

"What do you call a witch who lives at the beach? A sand-witch!"

Unfortunately, the teachers didn't laugh at his joke, leaving him looking a bit sheepish.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall wore her trademark stern expression,

Clearly fretting over Gryffindor's potential for breaking the record for the lowest score,

putting her in an especially grumpy mood.

Snape, on the other hand, savored his potatoes with a slow pace, sneakily glancing around the room like he was looking for someone .

He was still looking for the one who wrote him the love letter.

Professor Tywin looked frustrated discussing a spell with Professor Flitwick.

Hagrid, who would have laughed at Dumbledore's joke, looked really restless . He held a bottle of mead and took a swig every now and then.

But even that didn't help him calm his nerves.

According to the latest news from the Daily Prophet, the Ministry of Magic has declared Lucius innocent,

And has claimed that they have founded the real culprit and he will be arrested soon!

The banquet was in full swing.

Midway through the banquet, Filch burst into the dining room, his mask askew on his chin, sporting a look of sheer terror, catching everyone's attention.

Flushed and panting, he dashed in without slowing down, his gait unsteady, nearly stumbling over a chair.

Making his way to Professor Dumbledore's chair, he leaned heavily on the table, breathless and stuttering:

"Aurors—lots of them—surrounded us—Aurors!"

The hall erupted into chaos, prompting Professor Dumbledore to rise.

A few  fireworks from the tip of his wand brought an abrupt hush to the room.

Hagrid trembled violently, gripping a glass bottle tightly in one hand,

causing its contents to spill onto Professor Tywin's head with a loud splash that echoed through the silent hall.

All eyes turned to Hagrid.

Shaking, Hagrid stammered, "I-I don't want to... go to Azkaban..."

A faint smirk played on Snape's lips as he glanced at Dumbledore, chiming in with a hint of amusement,

"Seems our groundskeeper has been up to something bold again, hehe, you know, Headmaster, or do you?"

Dumbledore's expression darkened as he spoke in a hushed tone, "Prefect, swiftly guide your house students to their dormitories!"

Being an exemplary student, Percy promptly rose, ready to assist the Gryffindor prefect.

"Stick together! First-years, just follow my lead and don't worry! Everyone, follow behind me. Make way, first-years coming through! Please excuse us," Percy directed, guiding the younger students and seeking passage for them.

The twins with their mischief yelled " make way every one, make way, Percy is Pregnant."

As everyone prepared to depart from the table, the hall's door swung open once more.

Contrary to Filch's report, it wasn't just the Aurors who entered.

Leading the way was none other than the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge, short and Fat with disheveled gray hair, he was looking anxious  as he made his entrance.

Fudge's attire was a mishmash of garments a disaster of fashion:

a pinstriped suit paired with a vivid red tie, complemented by a long black cape, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat.

Following closely behind Fudge were two Aurors.

One was a tall, bald wizard with dark skin, sporting a prominent gold earring on one ear.

The other Auror appeared robust, with stiff, cropped hair, exuding an air of strength and discipline.

Marina whispered, "That's Kingsley Shacklebolt and Delux, my mother mentioned them before."

Marina's mother held a position at the Floo Network Authority within the Department of Magical Transportation, making her fairly well-versed in the wizarding system.

Approaching Dumbledore, Fudge putting the dark purple top hat under his arm, retrieving a handkerchief to clean  away the sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore sat in the same position as he was before the commotion, while the Minister of Magic standing against him looked like a clown.

Fudge was slightly trembling from having to face Dumbledore.

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