Chapter 88: Risking Your Life for Just a Few Hundred Galleons a Month?
After seeing Oren, the expressions on the hit team members' faces grew much more serious. The appearance of an adult wizard at Hogwarts suggested he was most likely a professor, and that authority held far more weight than students who only knew how to make noise. They couldn't help but regard him warily.
Not recognizing the man before them, one of the team members cautiously asked, "Who are you?"
"Morris Oren," he introduced himself. "Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
"Defence Against the Dark Arts?"
The hit wizards raised their eyebrows. They knew the position all too well. Since they had turned to this line of work, they'd already arrested three or four Defence Against the Dark Arts professors from Hogwarts. It had nearly become a steady source of income for them.
So, upon hearing Oren's identity, the three of them relaxed slightly. With a businesslike tone, one of them replied, "Professor Oren, we are here by order of the Ministry of Magic to arrest Hagrid, and you have no authority to interfere."
"Liar! I haven't heard of the Ministry of Magic issuing any such order."
At that moment, Professor McGonagall appeared, striding over from the castle with a fierce expression, her pursed lips resembling those of a lioness about to roar.
"Fudge is still in the headmaster's office, and you won't be taking Hagrid anywhere until he comes out."
"P-Professor McGonagall..."
The three officers instinctively straightened up. Despite having graduated years ago, they couldn't suppress the nervousness they felt when faced with Professor McGonagall again.