Chapter 95 Squib and Wand

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Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour returned with the deal signed by the Minister of Magic an hour later. Master Heap read through it and nodded his approval.

 

‘First things first who is the witch?’ asked Madam Bones.

 

‘She’s not a witch,’ Arthur replied. ‘Her name is Arabella Figg, she is a Squib – I’m not what sure family she hails from, but she was an old friend of Molly’s, I believe she kept an eye on Harry when he lived with his-with his stepmother’s family.’

 

‘A squib?’ Amelia said sharply.

 

Arthur nodded.

 

‘Well, that would certainly explain why she couldn’t be detected,’ muttered Scrimgeour. ‘Now what was your involvement in the attempted kidnapping of Heir Slytherin?’

 

‘Nothing,’ Arthur said quickly. ‘I had no idea that was going to happen.’

 

‘Then, what do you know?’ asked Bones sharply.

 

Arthur swallowed, ‘I planted the wardborer. My daughter had been cursed … she almost died! Dumbledore told us that it was Malfoy … he convinced me that if anything like that happened again, we would be able to stop him before it got that far again … I know I shouldn’t have … but I couldn’t do nothing!’

 

‘When was this?’ asked Bones.

 

‘In October 1993 – I don’t remember the exact date,’ Arthur took a deep breath. ‘But it will be in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts records.’

 

Scrimgeour breathed, ‘why would your office have the exact date?’

 

Arthur had a feeling that they already were guessing what he had done. After all, the Malfoys and Weasleys were not friends, ever since the broken betrothal, the Malfoys and Weasleys had been sworn enemies. Thus, the only time Arthur would have had access was when he was conducting raids on Malfoy Manor.

 

‘We received a tip off that the Malfoys had illegally enchanted Muggle artefacts and a raid was conducted,’ Arthur explained. ‘It wasn’t hard to leave a wardborer behind. Perkins, never saw a thing, nor did the Aurors present.’

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