Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 546 Flash Chapter Spell

Chapter 546 Flashback Curse

"Aha, what are you waiting for? Arrest him now!"

It was Umbridge again; she seemed to truly believe Siron's words and immediately shouted excitedly to the Aurors around her.

Fudge's bodyguard, Aurorod, shifted his feet slightly, hesitated, and did not step forward.

He didn't know whether he should act or not. Umbridge was a senior deputy minister, and he was obligated to carry out her orders. Besides, the boy named Siron had admitted it himself.

With orders and statements, and following procedure, he brought the person back to the Ministry of Magic for questioning without any problems.

But this would be tantamount to admitting that the Aurors believed Siren's words.

But is that right?

Regardless of whether the mysterious man actually exists, a child under fifteen years old was able to kill two Death Eaters, while the Aurors mobilized their entire force but couldn't even find a trace of him.

Delilah was unwilling to admit to such an absurd thing, as it would make him look foolish.

He then looked at Fudge, awaiting the final command.

"This matter needs to be thoroughly investigated." Fudge's eyes flashed. "Whoever it was, using an Unforgivable Charm is a serious crime. It's the Ministry of Magic's duty, and it's also to protect the safety of ordinary citizens. And at the time, there were only the two of you present."

He wanted to bring both Dumbledore and Shiron back to the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge's idea was good. Once they got into the Ministry of Magic, they would be in control of what happened, and at least he wouldn't be as passive as he was now.

However, Dumbledore had no such thought. He said softly, "Cornelly, I think you should forget that, according to our deductions, there were about a dozen wizards there at the time, not just me and Siron."

"We'll find the rest," Fudge said firmly, "but you all have to go to the Ministry of Magic for questioning today."

"Wait a moment, Minister." Another person walked over.

"Scrimgeour," Fudge frowned, "what are you trying to say?"

"I'm sorry, Minister," Scrimgeour shook his head slightly, "Headmaster Dumbledore is right, according to the existing regulations, we really can't use this reason to bring them back to the Ministry of Magic."

If Delilah still hesitated, Scrimgeour, as the head of the Auror office, would never have done so.

Dumbledore killed a Death Eater with the Killing Curse? If word got out, the Auror's office would immediately become a laughing stock.

And this is true not only in the UK, but also around the world.

Dumbledore is known as the greatest white wizard of the century because he never used any black magic.

To say that he used the Unforgivable Curse is even more ridiculous than the fact that Voldemort returned.

And then there's Xilun—that's even more impossible.

The Unforgivable Curse isn't something you can cast by waving a wand and chanting a simple incantation; the key is genuine killing intent and powerful magical energy.

This is not something a fifteen-year-old wizard can master.

If the Auror took either of these two people, it would become a laughing stock, so he couldn't possibly carry out this order.

"Why not? The child himself admitted it!" Fudge shouted, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Dumbledore, then quickly looking at Shiron.

"I've had enough! Do you think this will create panic and destroy everything we've built up over the past decade? Impossible! Delilah, take them away!"

"I have a way to prove my innocence," Dumbledore said. "Flashback Charm."

"What?"

"By casting a Flashback Charm, it should be easy to find out what we've used, and you can see for yourself."

At this point, Dumbledore glanced at Shiren, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

He was certain he had never used the Killing Curse, but Siren—though the possibility was small, it didn't mean he definitely hadn't.

Because he remembered that last year, Moody had taught them how to cast the three Unforgivable Curses.

However, Siron has many wands, so even if he did cast some illegal spell, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to deal with it.

What Dumbledore couldn't understand was why Siron had said that. After all, he was only fifteen years old, and if he firmly denied it, no one would associate him with the two Death Eaters who had been killed.

But he deliberately gave Fudge an excuse to make trouble.

Before Fudge could say anything, Scrimgeour immediately agreed to Dumbledore's proposal.

Using the Flashback Charm to examine wands is indeed a good method; it can determine whether a Killing Curse has been used without having to bring them back to the Ministry of Magic, killing two birds with one stone.

"Then let's start with you," Scrimgeour said as he walked up to Siren.

Siren looked somewhat reluctant as he slowly took a silver wand out of his pocket.

Seeing this, Umbridge thought Cyren was feeling guilty and excitedly shouted, "He doesn't just have one wand! We want to see them all!"

Scrimgeour also remembered that Siron had used several different wands in last year's Triwizard Tournament.

"That's right, you need to give me all your wands."

"Alright, if even you don't mind, no problem." Xiren nodded and casually handed over his shapeshifting lizard skin bag.

Scrimgeour didn't realize what this meant at first until he opened the bag.

I originally thought that seven or eight wands would be enough, since wands aren't consumables and nobody uses that many.

However, when he saw that there were at least a hundred wands neatly arranged in the bag, he was immediately horrified.

Scrimgeour's lips twitched. With so many wands using Flashback Charms one after another, how long would it take him to see them all?

"Is that enough?" Siren asked. "If not, I can write home and they can probably send over a few hundred more. If the owls are quick, they should be able to deliver them before you finish reading them."

"No need," Scrimgeour said immediately, rejecting Siron's offer.

It was just a formality, everyone cooperated and acted out a bit, and it was over in no time. How did it suddenly turn into overtime?

"What a pity," Sirius sighed, speaking to Dumbledore in a reproachful tone.

"What's a pity?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled. He genuinely didn't understand. Wasn't this situation much better than being taken to the Ministry of Magic?

"Ms. Maxime wrote to me not long ago saying she was willing to give me a shop in a prime location on Rue de la Moon in Paris," Sirén said softly. "I thought I'd finally found an excuse to persuade my grandfather."