Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 618 Percy Gets Promoted

Chapter 618 Percy Gets Promoted

There were quite a few people who came to Diagon Alley with Harry and his friends this time; the Weasleys and Hagrid were just with Harry.

Not far away, Siron also saw Mad-Eye Moody talking to a short wizard with a mohawk.

If Xiren is not mistaken, that person should be Tonks.

Further away, Kingsley had just come out of Flourish and Blotts. It seemed that everyone else from the Order of the Phoenix had arrived, except for those who were truly tied up with missions.

Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss about just buying a few books?

Bill eventually answered this question.

"Because ever since the day we left the Ministry of Magic, all nine hands in the house have been pointing to deadly danger," and it's been like that ever since.

Hearn knew he was referring to the magical clock in the Weasleys' house, which could display the status of each Weasley at any time.

All the pointers were pointing to deadly danger, which was enough to prove how bad their situation was.

"The Ministry of Magic wanted to send another group of Aurors," Charlie said in a low voice, "but Dumbledore thought that having us here was enough—I mean, not all Aurors are trustworthy."

“Yes, that man’s Imperishable Curse is just as good as his Killing Curse,” Siron said.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting heavier, he decided to change to a slightly lighter topic.

"So, when did you return to the humble abode?"

“No, I wanted to go back, but Mom wouldn’t let me,” Bill said. “She thinks that when Bellatrix was disguised as Sirius, she probably already knew all the paths and locations around her, and for safety’s sake, it was best for no one to get close.”

"However, when we moved to Grimmauld Place, we brought most of our things with us, including that magic clock."

"Okay," Siron said. "Actually, I'd quite like to stay in the Burrow."

Me too.

The group arrived at the main road, but Mad-Eye Moody and Tonks had disappeared, and Kingsley was nowhere to be found.

Mrs. Weasley decided to go to the robe shop first.

“You’re just like Ron,” she said, looking Sylvanas and Harry up and down. “You’re both like you’ve been hit by a stretching spell, changing in the blink of an eye. I dare say, Ron has grown a full four inches since I last bought him his school robes.”

Ron awkwardly tugged at his robe, trying to cover his exposed ankles and socks.

Hagrid looked at them with a puzzled expression, then gestured with his hands to indicate their height, as if he had just realized that they had grown much taller than before.

They continued walking toward the robe shop.

The streets were a bit chaotic. For some reason, many dilapidated stalls had sprung up on both sides of the main road, displaying all sorts of random amulets, protective potions, or other trinkets.

The nearest stall was under a striped awning outside Flourish and Blotts, with a tattered cardboard sign nailed to its front:

Amulet: Effectively protects against werewolves, dementors, and ghouls.

A scruffy little wizard was selling a large string of chained silver mascots to passersby, shaking them so they rattled.

The next stall was much more haphazard, consisting of a crumpled rag spread out on the ground with a few potion bottles labeled "Self-Defense Potion" haphazardly placed on it.

These things have only appeared in the last few days. Some people are making strange and unusual things to sell for money, claiming they can ward off the Mystic and the Death Eaters.

In reality, those so-called amulets were just stones dyed silver, and the protective potions were nothing more than water boiled with bezoar and a little bit of boba tuber.

There are even more outrageous examples.

According to Mr. Weasley, someone even offered an invincible medal, claiming that wearing it would make one immune to all magic, for only fifty Galleons.

What's even more incomprehensible is that some idiot actually believed it, spent a fortune to buy the medal, and then wore it everywhere looking for Death Eaters.

"What happened to that person afterward?" Xilun asked curiously.

"I don't know, nobody knows," Mr. Weasley said. "Nobody has seen him since, it's as if he's vanished from the face of the earth."

"It's possible he really has disappeared," Ron muttered under his breath. Mr. Weasley opened his mouth but didn't refute it.

"Because of these things, Scrimgeour decided to establish a new department, the Office for the Investigation and Seizure of Counterfeit Defense Charms and Protective Equipment," said Mr. Weasley, glancing with some disgust at the furtive people lining the street.

"It won't be long before these people go back to their dark rat holes."

"That's good news," Siron said.

The Ministry of Magic has been preoccupied with its own problems lately, and Diagon Alley has become increasingly chaotic. Sometimes, you can smell an indescribable stench from a great distance.

People who don't know the situation might think that Fandao Lane has been expanded.

"This is an important job," Bill said with a smile. "Dad, if Secretary Scrinker lets you manage this department, wouldn't that be a promotion?"

"You could say that, but I'm not the one in charge of the office that investigates and seizes counterfeit defensive spells and protective equipment," Mr. Weasley shook his head.

"Not you?" Bill was taken aback. "Is there anyone more suitable than you?"

In his view, this job was not much different from Mr. Weasley's original duties. Besides, Mr. Weasley was a staunch Dumbledore supporter, and Scrimgeour, eager to seek Dumbledore's help, would certainly do something.

"Don't say that, Bill. There are plenty of people in the Ministry of Magic who are more capable than me," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "And you all know that person."

"Do we know each other?" Charlie frowned. "Kingsley Shackler? But he's an Auror; he probably wouldn't bother with something like this."

"No, it's Percy," Mr. Weasley said, his voice rising slightly, as if he were even happier than if he himself had been promoted.

"Who? Percy!" Everyone exclaimed in unison, and Ron rubbed his ears hard as if they were blocked.

"Yes," Mr. Weasley nodded, puzzled by the strong reaction from the crowd. "Don't you all think he's a good fit?"

"Not at all," Ron muttered.

Despite saying that, after careful consideration, Xiren realized that there seemed to be no problem with this decision.

First and foremost is Percy's academic record. As one of Hogwarts' most outstanding graduates, Percy's abilities and intellect are beyond question, and he is fully capable of serving as a chief of staff.

Furthermore, it would be even more appropriate to promote one Percy while satisfying both Weasleys.

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