Everard (1666–1741 AD).
He served as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1721 to 1741.
Prior to this, he played a pivotal role in promoting the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and establishing the Ministry of Magic…
He was later regarded as one of the Ministry's earliest architects, maintaining a cordial personal relationship with its first Minister, Mr. Ulick Gamp.
Consequently, his portrait hangs in several key offices throughout the Ministry as a mark of respect and remembrance.
For instance, the most prominent position in the Ministry's Department of Magical Law Enforcement features a portrait of Mr. Everard. Co-founding this department with Minister Ulick Gamp stands as one of Mr. Everard's most significant contributions to the Ministry.
That said, for Everard, the identity he personally cherished most was "the twenty-third Headmaster of Hogwarts Wizarding School"… rather than "one of the founders of the Ministry of Magic."
...
Even though it was already midnight, Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, remained diligently seated at his desk.
Scrimgeour had always been an exceptionally conscientious individual, particularly in the fight against dark magic—few could find fault with his work.
From becoming an Auror twenty years ago, to later being promoted to Chief Auror, then serving as Head of the Auror Office after Alastor Moody's retirement, and finally rising to his current position as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement—he had always been this way.
At the same time, he was also a stubborn individual, advocating the principles of "Ministry supremacy" and "Auror supremacy," which earned him considerable criticism from many within the Department.
Were it not for the excessive panic caused by the return of You-Know-Who, his popularity alone would never have secured him this position.
Sitting ramrod straight in the Chief of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's chair, he resembled an old lion. His tea-brown hair and thick eyebrows were streaked with gray, and behind his gold-rimmed spectacles lay a pair of piercing eyes…
Hearing the voice emanating from the portrait beside him, Scrimgeour rose and strode toward the portrait of "Mr. Everard."
Though slightly lame, Scrimgeour's gait carried a brisk, confident swagger that immediately conveyed his sharpness and unyielding nature.
"What is it, Mr. Everard?" Scrimgeour asked with a stern expression.
The portrait depicted Everard, a wizard with a pale face and short black bangs.
His face bore a look of urgency and unusual gravity; his words came out almost breathless.
"The Giants' whereabouts have been found… The Giants responsible for the 'West Coast Hurricane' attack are now on the Isle of Man."
Scrimgeour's expression tightened instantly.
"Is the source reliable?" he asked hurriedly.
"I can personally vouch for it!" Headmaster Everard declared with righteous conviction. "You must act swiftly… before the Dark Lord returns from Siberia… Eliminate those Giants at the fastest pace possible… Their location is…"
"Of course we will!" Scrimgeour nodded urgently.
Limping, Scrimgeour made his way to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out an album…
Each page of the album contained portraits of a male and female wizard. Upon closer inspection, one could see they were all fully certified Aurors.
"Dawlish, wake Savage…" Scrimgeour bellowed at the portraits. "Proudfoot, gather Williamson, Kingsley, and Tonks… All Aurors assemble immediately. We move out in five minutes…"
...
Jon, concealed beneath the bushes, didn't have to wait long.
After patiently hiding for just over ten minutes, dozens of shadowy figures materialized one after another from the distance… Each Apparitioned onto the path not far from Jon.
These wizards and witches were all Aurors, fully armed and prepared.
Among them, familiar faces were recognizable—old acquaintances like Scrimgeour, Tonks, and Kingsley… along with the Auror Dawlish, who had been severely injured during Dumbledore's capture. His body, once crushed flat by Grawp, appeared restored.
A rough count revealed at least thirty Aurors.
Considering the short timeframe, Scrimgeour must have mobilized every available resource.
The Aurors, upon landing, wasted no time. They formed orderly lines and began searching the surrounding area…
Jon saw no point in remaining hidden. He dissolved his Disillusionment Charm and stepped out of the bushes.
Numerous wands instantly pointed at him, but Jon swiftly raised his hands.
"Hold on!" Scrimgeour called out as he stepped toward Jon, his slightly fierce eyes scrutinizing the boy closely.
"You are the one Mr. Everard mentioned… the messenger?" Scrimgeour frowned. "You look rather young."
"Of course!" Jon nodded without hesitation.
"Rufus, I've found it here… traces of an Extension Charm!" An Auror's voice rang out from the other side, his tone tinged with excitement. "Just as I suspected… something's fishy here."
"Looks like you were right, lad. The Giants are here after all!" Scrimgeour nodded solemnly. "Leave now and let us handle this; we'll take care of those Giants…"
Jon had no intention of agreeing.
He smiled and shook his head.
"Mr. Scrimgeour, I discovered these Giants. Just minutes ago, I escaped from them… So please take me with you. I won't slow you down…"
Scrimgeour snorted coldly.
"We can't spare the manpower to protect you…"
"Leave it to me!"
A deep, magnetic baritone sounded from behind Scrimgeour.
"Let the boy come with me!"
"As you wish, Kingsley…" Scrimgeour had already turned away, addressing another Auror. "Gawain, how's the spatial concealment disruption coming along? Need any help?"
"No problem, almost done… Three… Two… One…"
"BOOM!"
A thunderous explosion echoed, and all illusions vanished. The Giants' lair was now fully exposed before the Aurors.
...
"Are you sure, Kingsley…" Jon whispered as he followed closely beside him. "I heard giants have high resistance to magic. Could we run into trouble?"
"Don't worry. We Aurors have ample experience in hunting giants!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt smiled with confidence.
"So, rest assured!"