bacchusnovels Chapter 219 SWAT in the Wizarding World
Chapter 219 SWAT in the Wizarding World
Chapter 219 SWAT in the Wizarding World
He spoke with a mocking tone, his voice laced with disdain and contempt: "Our renowned Phillips summoned me here just for such a trivial matter—an office? Do you think we, as Aurors, should be like your personal butlers, always on call to handle these mundane affairs for you?"
For a moment, the office was quiet, with only Scrinker's words echoing in the air, sounding particularly jarring.
Scringer was a typical hawk.
Since becoming the head of the Auror office, he has devoted most of his time and energy to dark wizards, which has given him a good reputation among others, such as "Scrimgeour is a 'decisive person'".
Moreover, according to the original story, after Fudge stepped down, he succeeded Fudge as Minister of Magic, but he clearly did not have the ability to do so, or rather, his hawkish style was just a political label or a political persona.
His despicable political tactics did not bring any substantial help to the Ministry of Magic or even the Second Wizarding War; like Fudge, he only pursued superficial peace.
But what is commendable is that he still possessed the backbone that an Auror should have—after the Ministry of Magic coup, he was captured by Voldemort and tortured to death, but he never revealed Harry's whereabouts.
But whatever feats Scrimgeour accomplishes in the future, or whatever position he holds, it has nothing to do with Sean.
Sean only needs to know one thing now: Scrimgeour is unhappy with him.
To deal with such a person, you need to be even tougher on them. Being weak and giving in will only encourage them to take advantage of you.
So Sean returned Scrimgeour's sharp gaze and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Mr. Scrimgeour, I'm asking if you have any spare offices. You just need to answer me 'yes' or 'no.'"
Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, Jorkins was so frightened that he almost cried.
She hadn't expected that, over such a trivial matter as her office, the newly appointed Mr. Phillips would actually get into an argument with Mr. Scrimgeour, a highly respected figure in the Ministry of Magic. This both moved and frightened her.
Mustering his courage, Johansson whispered in Sean's ear, his voice trembling, "I...I don't actually need an office."
Although her voice was very soft, the two of them heard her completely... but no one paid any attention to her.
Both of them knew in their hearts that this was not a simple "office" issue.
Compared to Amelia, the Director of the Executive Division, in response to Sean's request for cooperation, Scrimgeour's past experiences led him to adopt a more direct and forceful attitude.
He was like an unshakeable rock, deeply wary and resentful of any attempt to challenge his authority.
When Amelia showed a willingness to cooperate with Sean in some form, Scrimgeour even scoffed at her behavior. Scrimgeour couldn't tolerate an outsider, especially one he didn't believe had the ability or judgment to interfere in his work.
He firmly believed in his own judgment and experience, thinking that the future and security of the Ministry of Magic should be firmly in the hands of experienced wizards like himself, rather than in the hands of those who only talk the talk or rely on media marketing.
Therefore, his tough stance reached its peak when Sean clashed with him over issues in Joggins' office.
Scrimgeour stared intently into Sean's eyes, his gaze like two sharp swords, trying to overwhelm the young man he saw as vulnerable.
He had assumed that his years of experience and position in the Ministry of Magic would be enough to intimidate or even make the young man back down.
However, to his surprise, Sean's eyes did not reveal the slightest fear or hesitation.
So he changed his strategy, "There are some, but they're a bit far away."
"Where?" Sean frowned.
"Edinburgh, we have an empty Auror office there," Scrimgeour replied calmly.
"I mean in this building." Sean's voice rose a few decibels. Then, as if remembering something, he said to Scrimgeour, "I need an assistant to liaise with the Auror office."
Upon hearing Sean's words, Scrimgeour's anger flared up again. His second strategy had already been thrown to the back of his mind. "So, you mean you want one of my experienced Aurors to abandon his crucial job of combating dark magic and come here to be your babysitter?"
"If you insist on interpreting it that way, then I think that's what I mean." Sean paused, then continued, "By the afternoon, I need to see the person and the office I need. If I don't see them, I will go to the Auror's office myself to complete my work. I'm sure you don't expect that to happen, Mr. Scrimgeour."
"Damn it, how dare you threaten me..." Scrimgeour cursed, his voice filled with anger and resentment.
However, he had only spoken halfway when he saw Phillips and Joggins leave the room without looking back, a sight that made his face even more gloomy.
Sean and Joggins hadn't gone far when they heard the sound of something being thrown to the ground coming from the original room.
"Mr. Phillips, you and Mr. Scrinker..." On the way, Joggins carefully tugged at the hem of Kun Sean's clothes, looking somewhat hesitant.
"Don't worry, Jorkins," Sean said softly, his tone reassuring. "I know what I'm doing. We just need to do our jobs, and don't worry too much about the rest."
Jorkins nodded after hearing Sean's words, but a hint of worry still flickered between his brows.
Meanwhile, Scrimgeour remained consumed by his anger and resentment, forcefully venting his emotions. Like an enraged lion, he searched everywhere for an outlet. The documents on the table, the pen holder, even the innocent chairs became targets of his rage.
He only stopped, panting heavily, after smashing everything he could in his sight to pieces. The office was a mess, with pieces scattered all over the floor, as if a fierce battle had just taken place.
Scrinker looked at the mess in the office, took a deep breath, and left.
Didn't Phillips ask him for people?
Great, just give it to him.
In the British Ministry of Magic, a good-for-nothing and a pretty boy might be a better match.
Scrimgeour thought to himself, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.
After all, every leader has someone they find extremely disagreeable.
And this object is...:
"You said your name is Savage?" Sean put down the resume in his hand and looked up at the thin and weak-looking man in front of him.
The man appeared rather thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. Sean's gaze lingered on Sevich's face for a moment, trying to glean more information from the young man's expression.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Phillips." Savage's voice was a little nervous. He straightened his back and tried his best to look more confident.
"Why were you transferred here by Scrimgeour?" Sean suddenly asked.
Sevich was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Sean to ask such a direct question.
He seemed somewhat hesitant, and after a long pause, he finally answered, "Because...because Mr. Scrinker thought I had potential, so he gave me this opportunity to come to your..."
"No, no, no, it's my fault. Perhaps my question wasn't phrased correctly," Sean interrupted Sevich, his tone tinged with apology and self-reflection. "What I wanted to ask was, why is Scrimgeour dissatisfied with you?"
Sean's gaze remained fixed on Savage, who felt an invisible pressure and nervously swallowed.
"I...I'm not entirely sure, Mr. Phillips," Savage's voice trembled slightly, "but I think it might be because I wasn't quick enough in handling certain tasks..."
Sean suddenly laughed.
Sevic successfully passed his initial review.
He wasn't afraid of Scrimgeour sending a seemingly ordinary young man like Sevich; on the contrary, he would be more worried if Scrimgeour really sent so-called "elites".
In other words, he wants these people who are marginalized in various departments to join his camp.
However, even so, we still need to find an opportunity to test Sevier these days.
Sean nodded, extended his hand to welcome Savage: "Welcome to our team, Savage. I'm sure you'll find your place here."
Sevich shook hands with Sean with a slight smile.
He didn't know if he could handle the new job... because even now, he had no idea what his future job entailed.
"Please have a seat." After a very simple welcome, Sean gestured for Savage to sit in the chair at his desk. His tone became more formal. "Before we begin, I'd like to ask you a few questions. For example, how many official Aurors are there in the Auror office right now?"
After settling down, Sevic adjusted his posture slightly, trying to appear more composed.
He hadn't expected Sean to suddenly ask such a specific question, but he still tried to recall.
"As far as I know," Savage replied, his voice slightly tense but still clear, "there should be forty-two official Aurors in the Auror Office, no, forty-one." He smiled wryly.
Sean nodded, seemingly satisfied with Savage's answer, and continued, "What about the magic enforcement squad and the strikers?"
The Magic Enforcement Team is essentially the police force, and the guy who arrested Morfin Gaunt was a member of this team.
They also have a well-known slogan: If you think your family, colleagues, friends, or neighbors are behaving strangely, contact the Enforcers of Magic immediately; they may have been subjected to the Imperius Curse.
The Magic Execution Team is equivalent to a special forces unit like SWAT.
The strikers are essentially the Auror's support troops.
Aurors can be simply understood as armed police officers specifically tasked with dealing with dark wizards (terrorism).
The three were responsible for different aspects of affairs, and together they constituted the British wizarding security and defense system.
"If you include the magic enforcement squads and the strikers," he said slowly, trying to make his answer as accurate as possible, "I think the total number of people in the Ministry of Magic responsible for enforcing and maintaining order should be close to two hundred."
"Two hundred or so people? That many?" Sean exclaimed in surprise.
"It's likely that the number is even higher," Sevic shook his head. Although the Magic Execution Team and the Strikers weren't under the Auror Office, they were still part of the security system, and he had come into contact with them to some extent. "Each Magic Execution Team has its own trainer, intelligence officer, intelligence officer with their own informants, and informants with their own informants. The same goes for the Strikers. Although they are somewhat inferior to the Aurors, their structure is therefore much larger..."
"You mean, these people are all getting paid by the Ministry of Magic?" Sean asked incredulously.
"That's how I understand it."
"How many wizards actually participated in the battle?"
"About sixty or seventy people?" Sevich replied uncertainly.
"Damn it," Sean cursed under his breath.
Judging from this level of consideration, his request for five assistants, plus a few more assistants, is still somewhat modest.
As expected, this is the civil service system that the British Empire has always had.
I've learned my lesson, and I won't make the same mistake again next time.
"Next, let's talk about your job..." Sean said, his hands crossed on the table, smiling as he looked at Sevich. As evening fell, the setting sun poured down like molten gold, painting the sky a brilliant orange-red.
Sean left the Ministry of Magic building, took the elevator, and returned to the desolate street.
Fortunately, his car, which was parked there, did not suffer the unfair treatment it should have received.
Sean opened the car door, turned the key, and the engine gave a low roar before starting smoothly.
He adjusted his seat to make himself more comfortable, then turned on the radio and tuned to a music channel. Soft classical music flowed out, perfectly complementing the sunset view outside the car window.
He took a deep breath, started the car, and slowly drove away from the desolate street.
The trees lining the street cast long shadows in the setting sun, resembling flowing paintings.
Sean's mood also relaxed with the tranquil evening and soothing music, and the fatigue of the day's work seemed to be released at this moment.
so tired.
But it was very fulfilling.
Sean reflected on what he had seen and heard at the Ministry of Magic that day and considered his next strategy.
This summer, the most significant event affecting the Ministry of Magic was Sirius Black's prison break.
This dealt a huge blow to the reputation of the magical world.
Could he take advantage of this opportunity to do something?
For example, label Scrimgeour as negligent in his duties.
Scrimgeour has successfully made it to the top of Sean's list of targets thanks to what he did today.
For example... Shaun Phillips, who stepped forward to capture and imprison Sirius after his escape, when the entire wizarding community was in a tense atmosphere.
By working backward from the outcome, it's not hard to conclude that Sirius Black escaped from prison because he saw the Weasleys on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
Yes, that mouse, Scabbers, Peter Pettigrew.
The Weasleys made the front page of the Daily Prophet because they won the lottery.
Conversely, if Arthur hadn't won the lottery, the Weasleys wouldn't have made the Daily Prophet's front page, Sirius wouldn't have known that Peter Pettigrew was still alive, and the subsequent series of events wouldn't have happened...?
It's hard not to have this thought.
As Sean parked his car in his garage with these strange thoughts in mind, he suddenly heard some strange noises coming from upstairs...