Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 188 Sirius: Vicious Slytherin Woman! (12000 words)
Fudge was a man who cared extremely much about his reputation, and as Dumbledore said, he was indeed obsessed with his position as Minister of Magic and nothing else.

What about benefiting this and that? That's all nonsense.

But if there was anything that could strike a blow to his political enemies and boost his reputation, Fudge was the man to do it, sharpening his head and rushing to it faster than anyone else.

After Harry made this suggestion, Fudge accepted it naturally without any hesitation or doubt.

Any hesitation would be disrespectful to him as he is a man of both appearance and reality.

He did not doubt what Harry said. After all, he said it in the headmaster's office, in front of the headmaster and the deans of the four colleges, and everyone agreed with it.

What else is there to say?
Early the next morning, when the students just got up from their sleeping bags in the auditorium, they found that the door of the auditorium was opened and more than a dozen murderous Aurors walked in from outside.

The Auror in the lead had a curly haircut and looked extremely ferocious.

Harry recognised him; it was the Head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour.

"Does he look familiar?" Vivi lowered her head and whispered to Harry, "That's him, the one who hit us with the spell, right?"

Harry couldn't help but smiled.

But after the joy, he felt a little sad.

The director of the Auror Office was teased like a child by a third-year student and a seventh-year student. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?
A hundred years ago, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were also very powerful - could it be that in just a hundred years, the Aurors have changed to this level?
They made their way to the principal's office, where Peter Pettigrew had been locked up all day, unable to move.

Everyone knew that his Animagus form was a rat, so Dumbledore decided to guard him himself instead of locking him up in the dungeons and letting Filch guard him.

Everyone knew that Filch didn't have that ability. If he were asked to guard Peter Pettigrew, Peter would probably slip away from under his nose in a few minutes.

Peter, who was fed a large bottle of Veritaserum, is obviously not in a good condition now. He looks even balder, at least that's what Harry thinks. It is not known whether Veritaserum will cause hair loss.

As for the effect of the truth serum, it has not worn off until now, which makes people wonder whether Snape has a grudge against Peter.

Harry thought so, after all, Peter was his father's follower - of course he could also understand why Professor Snape hated Professor Lupin so much, because Lupin was also a member of his father's small group, code name: Moon Face.

And this Peter Pettigrew...

Harry recalled his memory of his father beating up Snape in public, and Peter Pettigrew was one of the people cheering on the side.

It seems reasonable.

What's more, Peter Pettigrew was the culprit who betrayed his mother Lily, causing Lily to be killed by Voldemort. As a good friend of his mother, Snape would definitely hate Peter for this.

"I never expected that." Scrimgeour said with emotion when he arrived at the principal's office, "I never expected that the 'hero' who we believed to be dead and sacrificed twelve years ago would still be alive and fool all of us—"

"Take it easy, Scrimgeour." Dawlish said on the side, "At least the Auror is not the most shameful. After all, it was not the Order of Merlin, First Class, awarded to him posthumously by the Auror Office."

Originally Scrimgeour's expression looked a little unhappy, after all, he was also one of the people in charge of the Sirius case.

But after hearing what Dawlish said, Scrimgeour immediately came to his senses.

Oh my god, this is a disaster! He thought with glee.

"I heard that he is also an unregistered illegal Animagus?" Scrimgeour said again: "Then we must be careful, lest he turns into a rat and runs away - I think his character is similar to that of Animagus, both are as cowardly as mice, hiding in the gutter to survive..."

"Well, Scrimgeour," said Kingsley Shacklebolt, "we should get down to business now, like taking Peter Pettigrew away, so that Sirius Black, who we have been tracking, can be vindicated, shouldn't we?"

"Yes, yes." Scrimgeour shook his ramen hair, which was very elastic, strong and smooth. "That Black - this is equivalent to solving our biggest problem. In short, we no longer need to hunt down Sirius Black. We can even worship him as a hero - a close friend who has been wrongfully imprisoned for many years but can fight for friendship. What a sincere and touching friendship..."

Having said that, he wiped the glitter from the corners of his eyes.

After a while, Harry was taken to the headmaster's office by Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter." Scrimgeour opened his arms and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter -"

"You too, Mr. Auror." Harry nodded with a smile.

"Well," Scrimgeour continued, "I think you already know what happened. Now we have to take this dirty rat away. I believe it won't be long before your godfather, Mr. Black, returns to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Auror," Harry said primly.

Seeing Harry like this, Mr. Scrimgeour patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so reserved, Mr. Potter, you are the savior - let me introduce myself, I am Rufus Scrimgeour, head of the Auror Office."

"Hello, Mr. Scrimgeour," said Harry, nodding.

"Well, since there's nothing else to do, I'll take him away." Scrimgeour turned around and said to his colleagues, "Let's take Peter Pettigrew back to the Ministry of Magic for the time being. The Wizengamot will hold an emergency court this afternoon to convict him."

After that, Scrimgeour had Peter Pettigrew put on a pair of special handcuffs and took him out of the principal's office.

When Professor McGonagall left the headmaster's office, Dumbledore smiled and poured Harry a glass of honey water.

"I really didn't expect that, Harry," Dumbledore said. "As a Gryffindor, you actually have such a smooth side. It's probably not something that most people can think of to get someone like Fudge to accept your advice."

"This is all what Mr. Malfoy taught me." Harry said with some emotion: "Oh, you probably don't know, a hundred years ago, I would go to Malfoy Manor during my holidays, and Mr. Septimus and Ignatius would take me to various occasions. He told me to listen more, watch more, and learn more. I learned all these during that time."

"It turns out that powerful magic alone is not enough."

Professor Dumbledore tapped the table with his fingers, and the house-elf immediately brought him a glass of thick lemon honey water - half cup of lemonade and half cup of syrup, the kind that would make anyone sick at first sight.

"Strong personal strength and a smart mind are both indispensable, Harry."

"This is what Mr. Septimus often taught me." Harry took the lemonade and thanked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore certainly noticed that Harry's expression was mostly one of gratitude when he mentioned old Mr. Malfoy.

It should be said that the Malfoy family a hundred years ago not only helped Harry to establish his life, but also nurtured him.

Yes, training. Dumbledore could certainly see that the Malfoy family was training Harry as if he were training a successor - it was very likely that even Mr. Malfoy at that time might have tacitly agreed that Harry would be his son-in-law.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore was also a little puzzled.

What kind of personality did Miss Malfoy have that would allow Harry to be dug up so easily by Miss Grindelwald with a hoe?

Is it just because of saying one thing and thinking another?
"As the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, I will be present to preside over the court this afternoon." Professor Dumbledore stroked his beard. "We will interrogate Peter Pettigrew and also clear Sirius Black's name."

"I feel happy and sad at the same time," Professor Dumbledore said again. "I am happy that my student has been cleared of the crime and can walk in the sunshine. But I am sad that such a despicable and shameless person appeared among my students."

"The one you should be most sad about is Tom Riddle, Professor." Harry corrected mercilessly: "I think the most painful stain on your teaching career is him."

Professor Dumbledore put down the cup of lemon syrup - Harry's words made him feel that even the sweet syrup could not suppress the bitterness in his heart.

This kid...

Really, you are bringing up something that is not relevant to the topic.

Seeing Dumbledore's distress, Harry considerately changed the subject and asked, "What about Black? I mean - Sirius, have you found him?"

"If we could find him, we would have arrested him and sent him back to Azkaban." Dumbledore picked up the cup again. "Perhaps it will take some time for his vindication to reach his ears, so what we need to do now is to wait patiently for him to show up."

"Okay." Harry nodded hesitantly. "Actually, I also have something to ask him, like about my father..."

"Oh, actually many things are not as you see, Harry." Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "I think James still has many shining points. Even some faults cannot cover up his excellence. In addition, Severus was not as innocent as you think when he was a student. For example, the spell you saw him use to hang Snape in Lily's memory was invented by Snape. How do you think he learned it?"

"But Professor Sprout said that it wasn't just Professor Snape, there were others too—" Harry whispered, "For example, he once made a Hufflepuff student's head grow very large, and the punishment record is still in Filch's office."

"I don't want to excuse him for this. He is indeed... even more excessive than the current Weasley twins."

Professor Dumbledore didn't know how to clear James' name, but this is all he could say.

"Besides..." Harry suddenly said, "Who is your spy among the Death Eaters? Can you tell me?"

"The reason why a spy is a spy is that his identity needs to be kept absolutely confidential, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said seriously.

"Of course I do, I just wanted to thank him," said Harry.

"Then can you promise to keep your mouth shut?" Dumbledore asked with a burning gaze, and flames seemed to be dancing on his half-moon glasses.

"Of course I can!" Harry nodded quickly.

He really wanted to know the identity of this person so that he could repay him for his kindness in informing on him.

"Sorry, Harry." Dumbledore winked at Harry mischievously: "I can, too."

Harry choked; he really didn't expect Professor Dumbledore to play a trick on him.

Forget it.

He thought, since you don’t want to say it, then forget it.

"Well, I think you should go back too." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "We still have to go to the Wizengamot in the afternoon to participate in the trial of Peter Pettigrew."

"Okay, Professor." Harry nodded, stood up and reached out to tease Fawkes who was still dozing off.

Fawkes was stirred by Harry's trick. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Harry. He spread his wings and made a gesture to peck.

"Watch this, silly bird." Harry flicked Fawkes' beak unceremoniously, "I am Fiona's dad!"

Fawkes, who was extremely angry at being called a 'fool bird', suddenly froze when he heard what Harry said.

It flapped its wings and a human-like expression appeared on its face - the left side of the face showed flattery, and the right side showed servility.

This unique skill of changing faces at the speed of light made Harry sigh that even the Phoenix was so flexible...

Fawkes lowered his head and rubbed it against Harry's hand.

Harry patted its head and said to him, "Okay, I'll be leaving now."

Fox spread one wing somewhat reluctantly and chirped twice - very touching.

Color bird...

Harry complained in his heart and left the principal's office under Fox's reluctant gaze.

When Harry returned to the hall, he could still see Hermione talking incessantly about Peter Pettigrew amid everyone's admiring gazes.

"It seems that Sirius Black is innocent, isn't it?" a classmate said.

"I think so too." Another classmate said, "Think about it, Sirius Black may have known that Peter Pettigrew was in the school, so he was willing to escape from prison at all costs to protect his godson - what a touching friendship, I really hope I can have such a friendship."

"Sirius Black is my uncle!" Draco proudly announced to everyone again.

What he said was not wrong, because his mother, Narcissa, was the daughter of the Black family before she got married, and her name was Narcissa Black.

So speaking of relatives, Sirius Black is indeed Draco's uncle.

This time, Draco also felt proud. He raised his head and chest again, feeling proud that he had such an uncle.

It's not just because of my uncle's noble character, but also because he was the first wizard to escape from Azkaban.

No matter what you do, as long as you are the first, you will always be recorded in history, no matter whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Ron, on the other hand, was sitting on a stool with a depressed look on his face, next to him were the Weasley family who also looked gloomy.

Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny, the four Weasleys also sat next to Ron, and each of them looked more and more eager to perform a leap of faith from the eighth floor of Gryffindor Tower.

Especially Percy, his hair was a mess like a chicken coop, and even his girlfriend Penelope Clearwater sitting next to him to comfort him couldn't change his expression from gloomy to sunny, or even cloudy.

Of course this is understandable, because Scabbers' first owner was Percy Weasley.

"Take it easy, Percy." Penelope comforted her, "At least you are not its owner."

"Oh, you're just being easy on yourself," Ginny retorted, "After all, a fugitive hasn't lived in your house for twelve years - in the form of a pet rat."

"Also, Miss Clearwater." The Weasley twins were unusually inactive: "I need to remind you that the first owner of that rat was your boyfriend. Just think about it, your little boyfriend slept with a bald old man for several years..."

Miss Clearwater's eyes widened.

Miss Clearwater hesitated.

Miss Clearwater was silent.

It must be said that her imagination was quite good. She had already imagined how her boyfriend was hugging that bald old man...

Oh my god, this is so beautiful...it is so dazzling.

Of course, not to mention the eldest brother, as the rat who has lived in the family for so many years, all the children in the Weasley family have inevitably had close contact with Scabbers.

Percy, for example, had kissed the rat.

Fred and George, when they were young, let mice crawl in each other's clothes -

As for Ginny, she didn't do anything excessive, but she also gave Mouse a massage...

The worst off was Ron, who treated the rat like a treasure and was inseparable from it, as if it were his clone.

I've never seen Ron care so much about anything before, rats being one of them.

"Stop talking, stop talking."

Ron slumped over the table, his stomach twisting violently.

God, if it were possible, Ron even wanted to travel through time, go back twelve years, and strangle the rat to death directly -

"I suggest that we should get a cat at home," Fred and George said in unison, in a very serious tone.

"Good idea," Ginny agreed. "I've also decided that I want to get a cat as a pet - what about you, Ron?"

"As long as it eats rats, it's fine." Ron said quickly: "I'm not picky, as long as it can eat rats--"

"Are you still blaming Hermione now?" Harry walked forward with a smile and patted Ron on the shoulder. "I remember you had an argument with Hermione yesterday because her parrot put Scabbers on a wheel and turned around. So what should you say to her now?"

Ron puffed his lips and came to Hermione's side.

Hermione was still talking to her friends about what happened last night, but she was startled when she saw Ron coming over.

She assured me that she had not exaggerated the story, and that she had only described how...

Haha ...

"Hermione," Ron said, lowering his head, "I want to apologize to you - I'm sorry."

"Ah?" Hermione was stunned. She didn't know what Ron was doing.

"It's about what happened yesterday with Jack." Ron still lowered his head, "I owe you and Jack an apology, I hope you can forgive me -"

"So that's what happened..." Hermione patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Ron, I haven't remembered it for a long time. To be honest - you are also a victim, aren't you?"

"Yeah!" Ron's little head nodded rapidly.

"If you want a new pet, I think I can help you choose one." Hermione took good care of Ron's feelings: "Or you can tell me what you want, and we can go to the Magical Animal Pet Shop together, and I will help you choose."

"Thank you, Hermione."

Ron's eyes moistened.

I have to say, gentle girls are really lethal to little boys, at least that's what Ron thinks.

"Have some food." Hermione said to Ron, "You can't stay away from food forever... Harry, do you want to have some food with us?"

"Oh, that's okay too."

Harry naturally had no intention of refusing, and sat down next to the two of them.

"Let me think about it." Harry reached out and tapped the table. "How about a snack - maybe some ice mice?"

Ron's face fell.

"Good Lord, Harry," he said darkly, "don't mention rats, will you? I never want to see a rat in my life . . . "

"Hahahahaha..." Harry laughed very evilly. He patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it, buddy. It's no big deal. Look at me. I'm actually one of the victims. Do you remember? I also hugged Ban Dan. "

At this point, Harry was suddenly stunned.

Yes, I also hugged Banban... and held him in my hands...

Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and he vomited dryly.

"Oh my god..." Harry cried out from the depths of his soul: "I don't feel very well either, brother..."

"Haha..." Ron laughed dryly and patted Harry on the back to calm him down. "Well, I guess I'm not the only one who's unlucky."

It was a weekend, and after dinner, they needed to stay in the auditorium to study - or they could go out and take a walk by the Black Lake.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and the others came to the Quidditch field to relax.

He originally wanted to find Vivi, but came up empty-handed - Vivi was not in the Slytherin seat, but had gone somewhere unknown.

Harry just thought that Vivi had returned to the Muggle world to go to school, so he didn't think much about it and invited Ron to go to the Quidditch field to relax.

After all, Ron's psychological shadow area is not small, and he must find some leisure and entertainment activities to make him forget the haze.

"Would you like to try training?" Harry said to Ron with a smile, "Get on your broom - I remember you've always wanted to play Quidditch, right? Wood will retire next year, maybe you could try to apply for Wood's job, what do you think?"

"Can I?" Ron grinned.

You know what, as a Quidditch fanatic, Ron would never refuse a good game of Quidditch.

What can make him forget his unhappiness?

Besides chicken legs, that's Quidditch!
Hermione smacked her lips, and considering Ron's current mental state, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

The most urgent task now is to make Ron forget his troubles, she thought.

"How can we not try?" Harry said with a smile, "Wood and the others just came out over there, maybe you can go up and give it a try? Let Wood teach you." "But I'm not very familiar with him..." Ron hesitated.

"It's okay." Harry pulled him to Wood's side and said, "Oliver - I mean, can you take Ron with you to train? I think he has some talent for Quidditch."

Wood looked Ron up and down, nodded and said, "Ron Weasley, right? Hmm... another Weasley... I think you can indeed give it a try. After all, your brother Charlie and the pair of clones are all Gryffindor Quidditch players. Perhaps you also have a talent in this area."

"Oh Oliver," said Fred and George together, "and Percy?"

"He doesn't count," Wood said without a second thought.

"Come up and try it - let me see how good your flying skills are." Wood said to Ron.

Harry handed Ron the broomstick. "Go ahead and try it, Ron—"

Ron was a little nervous. It was his first time to ride a Nimbus 2000. Before that, he had always used the Crosssweep Seven in flight class. Not only was the performance poor, but the speed was also much slower than the Nimbus 2000.

"Then I'll try." Ron swallowed and said.

"Don't be nervous, mate." Harry patted Ron's arm. "Don't be nervous, you'll be fine."

Ron nodded and gave the broom a light kick, and it shot up like a rocket.

"Waaaaaah!" he let out a loud and earth-shattering cry, holding on to the broom tightly.

However, it should be acknowledged that Ron's flying skills were pretty good. At least in this case, he was not shaken off the broom.

"What position do you think he is suitable for?" Wood asked Harry, stretching out his hand to make a awning.

Although he was the captain of the Gryffindor team, he had to listen to the opinions of Harry, the Seeker who always led them to victory.

"Keeper?" Harry said to Wood. "You'll graduate next year, Oliver. Gryffindor will need a keeper, won't it?"

"Your consideration makes sense, Harry." After careful consideration, Wood felt that this was indeed the case. "Let's first see if he has the potential to be a goalkeeper. What do you think?"

"Yeah, okay." Harry nodded.

Ron quickly adapted to the Nimbus 2000 and could now tumble freely in the air and do some fancy moves.

"Look, Harry, Hermione!" Ron shouted joyfully. "Look at me, look at me -"

"Fred, George!" Wood waved at them, "Come here, both of you."

Fred and George came over with a smile and asked, "Our respected captain, what can I do for you?"

"I need you to check if our reserve goalkeeper has any potential." Wood pointed to Ron who was flying up and down not far away and said, "Look, that's the one."

"Which one?"

Fred and George were setting up the awning and saw Ron in the direction Wood pointed.

"You mean, our little Ronnie baby?"

The twins smiled evilly.

"Yes, that's Ron." Wood hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet. "Although you are the team's batsmen, I think you can also play the role of chasers in this situation. Now, it's up to you two to hit the Quaffle into the goal. "

As soon as the voice fell, the twins flew into the sky.

"It seems that they really want their youngest brother to join the team." Wood said to Harry with a smile, "They don't even refuse to take on the role of Chaser, which is not a job they are good at. You know, they are very resistant to training."

"No," said Harry firmly, "I think they just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of ravaging Ron..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron let out a scream.

"Wow!"

George swung his arm and the Quaffle hit Ron in the stomach.

"Sorry, that's too high!" George whistled and shouted to Ron.

Ron angrily threw the Quaffle down, and Fred threw it at Ron's butt without saying a word.

Now Ron was prepared. He lifted his legs up and blocked the flying Quaffle.

"That's it?" he said loudly. "Have you eaten yet, clones?"

Fred and George heard what Ron said and floated in the air together.

The two of them looked at each other and said in unison: "It seems that our little baby Ronnie is not very convinced..."

"...Then let him know what it means to respect his elder brother." The two said again.

The two of them began to act separately, attacking Harry from the left and right.

"Hey, aren't they both beaters?" Angelina looked at Wood suspiciously, "Why are the chasers doing such a good job?"

"Or maybe the desire to teach his brother a lesson took over," Harry commented succinctly.

It turned out that what Harry thought was right. The twins started to play some fancy moves and kept scoring the ball into Ron's goal.

But Ron also grew very fast. In the beginning he could only watch the twins score goals, but by the end of the game he could occasionally block a few.

"It's a wonderful performance." Wood did not hesitate to give Ron his applause and praise him.

You know, training is not like actual combat, and this is two against one - during training, there are no off-field interferences, such as bludgers and batsmen. It's just the two of them teasing Ron, the goalkeeper.

Being able to block a few goals occasionally was already a very outstanding performance. Even Wood could not guarantee how many balls he could block against two uninterrupted chasers.

"Then it's settled." Wood concluded, patting Ron's shoulder, who had a bruised face. "You will train with us from now on. You will be the backup goalkeeper. When I have something to do, or... after I graduate next year, you can take over, little Weasley."

"Can I really pass it, Captain Wood?" Ron asked in surprise. He thought he would not pass.

"Of course." Wood said with a smile, "You have done very well. You can occasionally block a few goals under the interference of two chasers. If I can give you a grade, I will give you an 'O' without hesitation."

"I really hope that Hogwarts will offer Quidditch classes in the future." Ron laughed heartlessly, "Then I can get an extra 'O'."

However, this is impossible. How could Hogwarts offer a Quidditch class?

After lunch, Harry was called away by Dumbledore to go to the Ministry of Magic to listen to the trial of Peter Pettigrew.

The two of them used Apparition to arrive next to a telephone booth.

"It's here." Dumbledore said softly, "See that telephone booth? Go in first."

It was a shabby telephone booth with all the glass missing. It looked like it had been in disrepair for a long time. However, when the Muggles around passed by here, they would involuntarily avoid it and never look in this direction.

It's a Muggle-Repelling Charm.

When he walked in, Dumbledore also walked in. He picked up the phone and fiddled with the worn dial twice.

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's cold voice rang out in the phone booth, but the voice did not come from the microphone held by Professor Dumbledore. The voice was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing next to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."

"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore said quietly, "came with Harry Potter to the Ministry of Magic to attend the trial of Peter Pettigrew."

"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Ding-ling-ling, clatter...

There was a sound like a cash register, and Harry saw something slide out of the metal chute that normally ejected coins.

He picked it up: it was a square silver badge with the words: Harry Potter, Jury.

As he pinned the badge on the front of his school shirt, the woman's voice rang out again.

"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be checked and have your wand registered at the security desk, which is located at the end of the main hall."

The floor of the telephone booth suddenly began to tremble, as if they were sitting in an elevator and slowly sinking into the ground.

The sidewalk outside the phone booth window rose higher and higher until it was dark above their heads.

After about a minute, a thin golden light shone on his feet, then gradually widened, expanded to his body, and finally shone directly on his face.

"I think the process of entering the Ministry of Magic should be improved." Harry said to Dumbledore: "At least it wasn't so difficult to enter the Ministry of Magic back then."

"I think you are right, Harry." Dumbledore also agreed with Harry's words.

After the words fell, the woman's voice sounded again.

"The Ministry hopes you have a great day."

Then the door of the phone booth suddenly opened and Harry followed Dumbledore out.

They were standing at one end of a long, magnificent hall with a dark, polished floor.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides were paneled with dark, shiny black wood panels, and many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the panels.

Every few seconds, with a soft puff, a wizard would suddenly appear from a fireplace on the left, while on the right, several people were queuing in front of each fireplace, waiting to leave.

There is a fountain in the middle of the foyer, and a group of pure gold statues, larger than life, stand in a circular pool.

The tallest among them was a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing it toward the sky.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf.

Centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards in adoration.

Sparkling jets of water spurted from the tips of wizards' wands, from the arrows of centaurs, from the tips of goblins' hats, and from the ears of house-elfs.

"Looks pretty harmonious, doesn't it?" Harry said to Dumbledore, referring to the Magical Brothers fountain sculpture.

"It's just an illusion." Dumbledore said softly, but he didn't cover his voice. He didn't seem to care about being heard. "I never thought that a statue could represent the wizarding world. You know, centaurs and goblins think they are much better than wizards. How could they look up to wizards in worship?"

"Really?" Harry pouted in doubt. The goblins looked at him with admiration.

All I can say is that it was caused by not killing enough people.

Harry, who had experienced the goblin rebellion, was always wary of these non-human races. He had seen too many villages razed to the ground because of the goblin's rampage...

"Come on, let's go through the procedures," Dumbledore said to Harry.

The two walked to a table on the left. Next to it was a sign that read "Security Check". Sitting below was a wizard wearing a peacock blue robe and with an unshaven beard.

As they approached, he looked up and put down the Daily Prophet.

"Principal Dumbledore," said the wizard, "Welcome."

"I have brought a guest to the trial of Peter Pettigrew," said Professor Dumbledore. "He is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?"

The wizard was very sleepy, but when he heard Harry's name, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Harry Potter?" he repeated, and then nodded and said, "All right - you may go in."

"No safety check?" Harry asked curiously.

"I don't think there's anything worth examining about third-year students." The wizard said to him, "Okay - you can go through."

"Thank you, Eric." Dumbledore smiled and nodded at him.

After Harry left, the wizard wiped his eyes with his hand.

"Oh, poor child..."

The story of Peter Pettigrew had spread throughout the Ministry of Magic, and of course he knew about it - in fact, everyone in the Ministry knew about it.

This was thanks to the huge publicity after Fudge's return, and his hard work in performance, as if he was afraid that others would not know that the savior was grateful to him.

Harry followed Dumbledore to an elevator. No one was taking the elevator at that time. Until the elevator started, there were only two of them.

After a while, the elevator started slowly, the chain made a rattling sound, and the cold woman's voice in the phone booth sounded again.

"Seventh floor, Department of Magical Games and Sports, containing the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League, the official Gobstones Club, and the Funny Products Patent Office."

Gobstones is a game popular among wizarding children. It uses special stones and is played similarly to the Muggle marble game. The main difference is that when one party loses points, the stones will spray an unpleasant-smelling liquid in the face of the loser.

This game is relatively niche in the wizarding world and does not have a very "cool" reputation, which makes Gobstone fans very resentful.

"Gobstones..." Harry looked a little nostalgic: "Oh my God, I remember when Gareth took me to play Gobstones in the first grade. He loved this game... Come to think of it, he later became the captain of the Gobstones team."

Yes, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also has its own Gobstones Club and Gobstones Team.

"Perhaps you don't know," Dumbledore winked at Harry, "Severus' mother, Irene Prince, was once the captain of the Hogwarts Gobstones team at school."

"Is there such a thing?" Harry asked with interest.

"Of course." Dumbledore chuckled, "It's just that Gobstone is a niche activity and not a very popular entertainment activity."

Harry shrugged, he really didn't like Gobstones very much, and if Gareth didn't like playing with them, he wouldn't have tried it - it really didn't feel good to have stinky water sprayed in the face.

The elevator opened and two wizards walked in in a hurry. They greeted Dumbledore and stood aside waiting for the elevator.

"Sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation, containing the Floo Network Administration, Broomstick Management and Control, the Portkey Office, and the Apparition Testing Center."

The elevator door opened again and the two wizards quickly left the elevator.

This time no one came in and the elevator kept moving until it reached the second floor.

"The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Abuse of Magic Department, Auror Command, and the Wizengamot Administration."

"We should go, Harry," Dumbledore said to Harry, "The court is this way, follow me."

They walked out of the elevator and continued walking forward, passing by a window. It was cloudy and rainy outside.

"You should know that we are still underground." Dumbledore said to Harry, "The Magical Maintenance Department decides what the weather is like at the Ministry of Magic every day. If they are in a bad mood, it will rain outside. You see, it is raining now, which means that they don't seem to be in a very good mood, but not too bad. If that were the case, there would be a hurricane or thunderstorm outside."

As Harry passed a door, he saw Mr. Weasley sitting inside.

There was a sign above the door that read "Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department".

Mr. Weasley, Harry knew, was the Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department.

"Mr. Weasley." Harry greeted into the office.

Mr. Weasley looked up, saw that it was Harry and Dumbledore, smiled and stood up.

"Professor Dumbledore, Harry." He greeted, "You guys are here now? Well, well, I'm surprised that this is the case, but I'm also glad that Black can be vindicated - Fudge has told us the whole truth. I'm so glad, so glad that Black is not a bad guy, but -"

At this point, Mr. Weasley's face looked a little unhappy.

"I never thought that Peter would turn into a mouse and stay in my house for twelve years!" He said angrily, "This traitor... Oh my God..."

"You have been implicated as well, haven't you?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

"Oh, that's nothing--" Mr. Weasley sighed, he pulled the hem of his suit to the side, put his hands on his hips and said, "Oh my God, this is my fault too, I never thought that the mouse would be Peter Pettigrew..."

"It's actually hard to imagine, Mr. Weasley." Harry sighed and said, "Who would have thought that a good person would turn into a mouse? He is so cunning. It's not your fault. No one could have imagined that he could even deceive Dumbledore."

This was so obvious that even at school, Dumbledore didn't notice it.

Mr. Weasley looked a little better.

"Thank you, Harry." He patted Harry's shoulder: "Good boy, you are always so considerate...ah."

He reached up and glanced at his watch, then said to the two of them, "Well, the trial is about to begin - I think we should get out of here and head to the courtroom..."

Meanwhile, in the Forbidden Forest.

Sirius, who was biting on the food that Pabbie had stolen from the tent, swung his tail happily, and it flapped on the ground like a propeller.

He was very lucky that he could make a unicorn friend, a unicorn friend who could steal delicious food from who knows where.

More than ten years!

More than ten years!

There weren't so many good things to eat in Azkaban - even after he got out, he had been living on dead rats or big spiders. How could he have eaten these things?
Sirius thought that he should introduce her to Harry, but suddenly he felt a chill on the back of his head.

He barked and turned around, only to find that standing behind him was the Slytherin girl who had rested her lap on Harry's shoulders by the Black Lake.

For a moment, Sirius's inner alertness reached its peak.

Vicious Slytherin woman! What are you going to do!
However, without any warning, Sirius felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Coma... Coma spell...

This was his last consciousness.

Before he lost consciousness, he saw the beautiful girl holding a small bag, as if she was going to put him in the bag.

What is this going to do?
With this thought, Sirius passed out.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(I got a call suddenly at almost nine o'clock. I was happy. Fortunately, the code 12,000 was enough...)
(Repayment progress: 12000/50000)

(End of this chapter)