*Morpheus pov*
Soon the 'interrogation' was over with and the prisoners were taken by the Aurors. Of course, the loud one grumbled the whole time about how we will hearing about this.
The professors' learning of an eminent war left the room with crestfallen expressions. Of course, they realized something was happening long before this day you'd be a fool not to. But, learning the fact that purebloods were the primary backers and how organized they were.
It was chilling for them.
After everyone filed out of the room Albus and I were the only ones left, "I don't envy the work you will be put under after this," I chuckled at the thought
His face fell, "Don't remind me," he sighed, "I believe the Aurors are the least of my worries."
My head nodded reflexively, "Indeed, the next Wizengamot will be hectic I imagine you will have to do a lot of damage control,"
He scoffed, "It will be nothing I haven't heard before, they will ask for me to step down and I will remind them of their limited power over the school,"
A peal of laughter left my lips, "Things are becoming much more real for everyone involved Albus, I don't think you will be able to slide by this time, Tom will be quite angry,"
Whether he wanted to admit it or not he truly could not prepare enough for the next Wizengamot gathering. Tom's followers will attack him from all sides, and the minister will try to play it neutrally.
So soon after Grindelwald, he won't want to admit there is another possible war brewing he will try to shy away from it as best as possible.
Better that than the one in the future being led and used as a figurehead nothing more.
"Of course," He nodded amusement flickering in his eyes, "Tom has quite a vengeful streak even as a child, I fear in two days I will be bombarded with questions and accusations,"
A mysterious smile spread across my lips, "Have fun with that I will get back to teaching the year is almost over after all,"
*Albus pov*
A sigh escaped my lips as I waited for the room to fill with the Wizengamot members. The doors, intricately carved with scenes of great moments in magical history, stood ajar, slowly admitting the members as they trickled in. The Wizengamot chamber had always been a place of gravitas and solemnity, its atmosphere thick with the weight of centuries of decision-making.
And so much tension.
In my earlier years, the room had seemed almost impossibly grand, with its high, vaulted ceiling adorned with a fresco depicting the Four Founders of Hogwarts in their prime, a beacon of unity and strength. The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, containing dusty tomes of legal precedents and records of trials long past, their spines cracked and faded from countless hands seeking guidance and wisdom. Ornate sconces cast a warm, golden glow, the flickering flames illuminating the stern, watchful faces of former Chief Warlocks, whose portraits hung in silent judgement.
Today, the chamber felt different. The grandeur was still there, of course, but the atmosphere had changed. It wasn't just the subtle renovations—the replacement of ancient, creaking wooden benches with more modern, comfortable seating, or the installation of enchanted windows that showed serene landscapes instead of the dark, oppressive stone walls. It was something more profound, a shift in the collective consciousness of the body that governed our world.
The members themselves were a varied lot. Some, like myself, had been part of this institution for decades, our robes heavy with the weight of tradition and responsibility. Others were newer, their faces fresh and eager, eyes bright with the hope of making a difference. I could see the younger members whispering among themselves, occasionally casting glances in my direction. They were probably wondering what I, Albus Dumbledore, thought of the current proceedings, the issues we were about to debate.
I remembered my first day in this chamber, a young man eager to change the world. Back then, the Wizengamot was dominated by those who had fought in the Great War against Grindelwald, their faces lined with the memories of battles and sacrifices. They had been fierce, determined, and often unyielding in their beliefs. Over time, the faces had changed, the battles had shifted, but the chamber had remained a place where the fate of the wizarding world was decided.
As the last few members found their seats, I allowed myself a moment to reflect on the changes I had witnessed. The rise and fall of ministers, the enactment of new laws, the repeal of old, outdated ones. I had seen moments of great triumph and deep despair within these walls. I had seen justice served, and, regrettably, I had seen it denied.
My gaze drifted to the Chief Warlock's chair, an imposing seat carved from a single piece of ancient oak, said to have been enchanted by Ravenclaw herself. It had been my seat for many years, a symbol of the trust and responsibility bestowed upon me.
Knowing what was yet to come it all felt daunting. Another war, how regrettable that I'd see two in my life.
Soon the minister walked in he looked tired most likely from all of the missives he had received lately as I'm sure the dark faction was sending angry letters all night.
He smacked the table and declared, "We are in session!" the small noise of chatter died down, "We have much to discuss today, curiously most of the matters involve Hogwarts thus I will allow our Chief Warlock to address the matters first," throwing the matter to me so he doesn't have to say an opinion
Sigh.
Looking at the rows of Lords and Ladies eagerly waiting for me to succeed or fail it all felt very tiring, "As all of you are aware during the last school exchange duel Hogwarts was attacked. Not to worry the papers are blowing everything out of proportion the attackers were subdued instantly thanks to our professors." I intentionally left out the interrogation we held
Let's see if they step into the trap.
"Chief Warlock," Lord Nott spoke, "How could you let these attackers into the school? Surely the defenses fell so far?"
"We invited family and friends to attend the duels, the attackers were amongst them," a smile spread across my lips as I waited for his next move
"And what about the attackers? We heard you detained them yourself and even interrogated them. Do you think you are above the Aurors now?" lord Greengrass asked he is one of the main grey faction advocates
And he just asked the best possible question.
"Hogwarts is allowed to interrogate intruders it always has been. We waited for the Aurors to be there aswell and together we learned the identities of these savages,"
"And what did you learn?" lord Potter asked
"The attackers were members of our community more specifically apart of -"
"OBJECTION!" Lord Mulciber snarled, "This is an ongoing Auror investigation to bring this matter here would sway opinions,"
"Oh does the head auror have any opinion on this?" Potter remarked looking over at Rufus Scrimgeour
Rufus was a stern man he didn't take sides he only thought of the best of Britain and justice. He is also one brilliant duelist.
"We found the attackers were members of Nobel houses one of them was notably your eldest, Lord Mulciber" Rufus replied briskly his eyes formed into a glare
"Preposterous!" lord Mulciber roared and suddenly the chamber descended into chaos all sides throwing accusations
Like Nifflers to gold everyone pounced at the opportunity to besmirch their rivals.
"SILENCE!" The minister roared banging on his table
The chamber grew silent, just as the minister went to speak the doors creaked open and a figure entered the chamber.
"Morpheus Everglade, Lord of house Everglade demands the seat I own," He announced himself confidently
The chamber was thrust into chaos once more, and the culprit stood there with a small smile on his lips.