Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 547 Threat Again

Chapter 547 Threat Again

Xiren didn't say directly why he wanted to persuade Garrick, but most of the people present could guess.

Cornelius Fudge frowned, suspecting that Siron was threatening him. But the good news was that Garrick was still the owner of Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Fudge was absolutely certain that Garrick Ollivander would never leave Britain under normal circumstances.

As for the excuse that Siron just mentioned—what excuse? It was just kids playing around. How could he possibly believe that a fifteen-year-old wizard could kill two people while surrounded by more than a dozen Death Eaters? That's something even a seasoned Auror couldn't do.

That idiot Umbridge, he actually took the child's complaints seriously.

And Scrimgeour, just casually look at a couple of wands, that's enough, why isn't it over yet? Are you really planning to have lunch at Hogwarts?

Fudge didn't want to have lunch at Hogwarts. This was Dumbledore's territory, and being here always made him feel inferior and uncomfortable.

While Scrimgeour was examining the wand, Dumbledore was also busy.

He offered Fudge several reasonable suggestions, including but not limited to freeing Azkaban from the Dementors' control, extending an olive branch to giants and other intelligent beings to gain their support, and closely monitoring the wizards who had been identified as Death Eaters but were later acquitted.

But Fudge rejected all of these suggestions firmly, especially the points that Dumbledore emphasized.

In his view, people had become too reliant on the sense of security provided by Dementors; nearly half of the wizards could only sleep soundly at night because they knew that Dementors were on guard in Azkaban.

Moreover, people hate giants; the two sides have been mortal enemies for over a decade, and there is absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.

Dumbledore spoke lightly, but he believed that if he dared to say anything about reconciling with the giants, his office would be flooded with countless shouting letters the next day.

And those pure-blood wizards who were declared innocent, they were the staunchest supporters of their own side, and they were investigated and monitored.

Are you kidding me?!

"Cornell, you're too obsessed with your position, it's clouding your judgment!" Dumbledore was getting angry as his proposals were repeatedly rejected, and his voice gradually rose.

"Let me tell you, as long as you do as I say, whether you are in office or not, people will see you as the bravest and greatest Minister of Magic in history!"

"But if you continue to deceive yourself, people will know that it was your inaction that gave Voldemort a second chance to strike!"

"Absurd! This is absolutely impossible!" Fudge shouted, his anger no less than Dumbledore's.

At this point, both sides understood that there was no point in continuing the talks. Fudge would not back down, and Dumbledore would not deceive himself with Fudge.

"I'll contact you again tomorrow, Dumbledore, to discuss how this school will be run." Fudge ignored Scrimgeour, who was still working, put on his hat, and walked to the door.

Umbridge stared at Siren, seemingly unwilling to let him off so easily, but at that moment Fudge opened the door and walked out.

There was no other way but to catch up as fast as she could.

In fact, Scrimgeour also wanted to leave, instead of doing those meaningless things here, but as an Auror, he couldn't give up halfway through the evidence-gathering process, so he could only cast the Flashback Charm on his wand again and again.

"Minerva," said Dumbledore, "I'd like to see Hagrid in my office as soon as possible. And, Ms. Maxim, if she'd like to come."

"I'll contact her." Professor McGonagall nodded and left.

"Pomona, could you please go to the underground classroom? I have something very important to tell Snape."

Professor Sprout nodded and turned to leave the principal's office.

"Sirlen," Dumbledore said softly, "you really shouldn't have threatened Cornelius just now."

"It's not a threat, I'm just telling the truth," Siron said, shaking his head. "Last holiday, when Ms. Maxim was writing letters of introduction to those wizards, she repeatedly invited me to settle in France and even explicitly stated that she would provide me with a wand shop ten times larger than my current one."

"As you know, the three top wand makers in the wizarding world are not in France. Some of the more ambitious wizards will make a long trip to buy Ollivander or Gregorovich when choosing a wand."

This is not something Siron is making up. You can see it from Fleur's wand, which is a work by Garrick, and Madam Maxim's wand is also full of Gregorovich's style.

In addition, most of the foreign wizards who commissioned Siron to make hair wands were from France.

"You agreed?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can agree if needed," Celen said. "Although it would be difficult for me to persuade my grandfather to move, I can speak for myself."

"I can go to the Daily Prophet and tell them that because of Fudge's foolish decision, I will move directly to France after graduating from Hogwarts and continue running Ollivander's Wand Shop there."

"In that case, Fudge should be ousted soon for forcing Ollivander out of office."

"Clang!" A crisp sound suddenly rang out, attracting the attention of both Dumbledore and Sirius.

They then realized that Scrimgeour hadn't left yet; the sudden noise was because he had accidentally dropped his wand.

"And what about you?" Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and continued, "If Fudge is ousted, you won't be able to come back either, will you? At the same time, Ollivander's reputation in England will plummet, and he might even be seen as a traitor."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care." Siren shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Olivendell has survived this long not because of its good reputation, but because of its excellent wands."

"Besides, my parents graduated from Beauxbatons, and they always wanted me to study in France when I was a child."

Celen continued, "Actually, I've been hesitating about whether to go there and see if Fudge—the minister—or that lady in the affected pink cardigan does something foolish that might help me make up my mind."

"Even if the Daily Prophet reports this, I believe most people will understand me—oh, I almost forgot, Professor Dumbledore, could you please save my memory of what just happened? It's the best evidence."

Clang!

It was the same sound as before.

"Please be careful, Mr. Scrimgeour." Siren turned, frowning. "That wand is new; don't break it!"

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