Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

As a result, Sirius' temper became more and more irritable as he was busy day after day.

Last time, it was also at Harry's request that he was willing to take the time to accompany the two children for a walk around Diagon Alley.

In name, it was to buy things for the children; in reality, everyone also wanted to give Sirius some relaxation.

After listening to Harry's explanation, Lupin was not relieved, but frowned even more tightly.

"Ved? How could he come up with this idea? Forget it, I'll ask him myself."

"But..." Harry said, "If Fudge is scared away, Sirius had better Apparate away immediately - that's what Vader said."

"Leave?" Lupin was a little confused, then he understood: "Fake is still fake after all, they can't be fooled for long. Sirius, you go to Hogwarts first..."

"No, I'm not going to Hogwarts." Sirius shook his head: "I have somewhere else to go."

"Where?" Harry demanded.

Sirius patted his head and said, "I recently found out that Gal, who escaped from prison with me, has a relative in Glasgow, Scotland. I want to go look for him."

Lupin nodded: "Be careful on the road."

He didn't offer to go, because someone had to keep an eye on Harry.

Even if the possibility is small, we must be on guard against Peter coming to attack Harry.

……

Blake's voice echoed in Fudge's mind. He walked faster and his fingers trembled unconsciously.

His mind was in a mess, and he was completely unable to achieve the "calmness" required for Apparition. He could only walk as fast as possible, as if that would allow him to leave all his worries and fears behind him.

And...that creepy sentence.

"We are not afraid of being misunderstood. For the greater good, sacrifice is honor. My honor is called loyalty."

At first glance, it sounded like Black was making a nonsensical excuse, but every word he said aroused Fudge's deepest fear.

It was as if we had returned to decades ago, when the whole world was shrouded in a black shadow and the black-clad wizard army shouting slogans was fanatical and efficient, cruel and restrained.

At that time, Fudge was just an insignificant young man, like a piece of paper that could be torn easily in front of the Witch Party led by Gellert.

He left Britain with passion and went to a country where Wachowski was rampant, hoping to help those who were hurt.

As a result, in less than three months, Fudge fled back to England like a frightened bird, and his experiences during that period left a deep shadow in his heart.

After Grindelwald entered Nurmengard, Fudge thought that the Witch Party was completely finished, but he didn't expect that today, the memory of death was awakened again.

"What's going on? Is the Witch Party going to make a comeback? Did Grindelwald escape from Nurmengard? Why didn't I receive any news? Did the Austrian Ministry of Magic hide the truth?"

Fudge muttered to himself, his scalp tingling at the thought of the witch party wreaking havoc on his own land.

Voldemort's Death Eaters are already scary enough, but if the even scarier Witch Party were to be resurrected...

Why don't we let Dumbledore be the Minister of Magic... Only he can stop those guys from doing whatever they want...

"minister."

"Minister Fudge!"

Fudge was immersed in fantasy and had even begun to think about which country would be the safest to escape to after abdicating, when he was suddenly awakened by a voice behind him.

Fudge was a little angry at first, but seeing that it was his capable subordinate, he patiently asked:

"What is it, Kingsley?"

Kingsley Shacklebolt, a dark-skinned, bald man, said, "Minister, I don't think Sirius Black is who you think he is."

Fudge frowned. "Did you hear what he said? Do you know what those words mean?"

"I heard a little."

Kingsley said calmly: "But Minister, the subordinates who followed that man are now old. If they secretly trained the next generation, allowing the Witch Party to continue and regain power, would they let Black be exposed for such a small matter?"

Fudge was stunned, a confused and honest expression on his sturdy face.

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Chapter 314: Ministry of Magic Spokesperson Umbridge

As expected, Lupin looked at Fudge and the Aurors who came again and took a deep breath, fearing that he would not be able to help but imitate Snape's sneer.

Although he had known from various channels that the current Minister of Magic was extremely incompetent, Lupin still felt his blood pressure rise when he faced him in person.

"Sirius went after Peter Pettigrew."

Lupin said patiently, trying to speak gently:

"Although you have said yourself that there are doubts about this matter and Sirius is innocent... he still hopes to catch Peter Pettigrew and take revenge on him."

"What?! Does he have any clues about Peter Petillo? How did he get them? How can he guarantee that he can catch Peter Petillo?"

Fudge asked loudly, with a cunning light in his little eyes, as if to say - I finally caught you.

Lupin breathed in again and exhaled.

"Sirius didn't promise this, he just hoped he could catch him! He's trying his best to do this - when your Ministry of Magic can't do anything about the escaped prisoner!"

Lupin couldn't help but sneer.

He had discovered that Fudge was not only unintelligent, but also stubborn.

He already had a preset answer in his mind, and he would try hard to fit it into the answer no matter what the situation was.

So no matter what Lupin said, he would understand it as "Sirius and Pettigrew are in collusion", and arbitrarily form a set of logically self-consistent explanations.

As expected, Fudge said doubtfully, "Huh? How do you know if he's really trying to track you down or trying to cover it up? I've heard about your school days. It's said that Sirius has been lawless since he started school and has done a lot of bad things..."

Lupin was furious and raised his eyebrows and said, "Minister, do you think you know Sirius better than I do? He is..."

"Boom boom boom!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Lupin's words. Everyone was silent for a moment, and then saw Harry, who had been silent before, run to open the door.

"Vade!"

His surprised voice came from the door.

"It's been a few days since we last met, Harry. This is a gift I brought you from America."

Wade thrust a jar of colorful candies at Harry and asked, "Where are Remus and Sirius?"

"Well…Sirius is out and Remus is home."

Harry didn't understand what he meant and answered cautiously.

“I brought them gifts, too…”

When Wade entered the room and saw several people in the living room, he seemed to have just learned about this matter and said in surprise: "Sorry, I didn't know you were entertaining guests."

"No, Minister Fudge is taking Sirius to investigate..."

Before Lupin could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fudge.

"Vade! So nice to see you!"

The fat minister raised his voice and took the initiative to come over to shake hands. "I have to say, the Flow Mirror is a great invention! And the Book of Friends, now no wizard can live without it!"

"Hello, Minister." Wade shook hands politely.

"Hahaha, I wanted to say it last time when I was in Hogwarts, but unfortunately I never had the chance."

Fudge said with a smile: "It's such a waste to use a product like StreamMirror to broadcast those trivial games. I think it should play a greater role in promoting the policies of the Ministry of Magic..."

He had long wanted to establish a good relationship with this young genius alchemist, but unfortunately he had never had the chance. Even when he had arrived at Hogwarts last time, he had not found the opportunity to strike up a conversation with him.

For Fudge, unexpectedly meeting Wade at the Black's house was like a big piece of cake falling in front of a hungry person. He immediately put Sirius aside and his attitude instantly became kind and enthusiastic.

"We actually have the same idea, but we don't know if the Ministry of Magic will find it offensive that reporters are filming with streaming cameras..."

Wade also smiled, and then said in an expectant tone: "If you don't mind, can you arrange for Ms. Umbridge to cooperate with us in publicity?"

"Umbridge?"

Fudge's smile suddenly became a little stiff: "Do you know Umbridge?"

His first thought was, Umbridge knew that she wanted to meet Weed Grey, so why didn't she introduce them to each other?

Then he heard Wade's explanation -

"No, I have met Madam Umbridge twice, but she would not have known me."

"Who is Umbridge?"

Harry was confused and couldn't help but ask Lupin in a low voice.

In fact, Lupin didn't know either, but Vader heard his question, turned around and said with a smile:

"She is the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic. I heard that she had excellent grades in school and performed outstandingly after entering the Ministry of Magic. She was promoted all the way and is now only one step away from becoming the Minister!"

Many Aurors, who knew very well that Umbridge had been promoted only by hypocritically currying favor with her superiors and stealing the credit from others, showed strange expressions.

"And Ms. Umbridge is very elegant, gentle, and full of childlike innocence."

Vader continued:

"She loves cats very much - although I have never gotten along with her, people who love cats are generally kind-hearted, open-minded and responsible. I'm sure Ms. Umbridge is the same, right?"

Harry, who didn't know Umbridge at all, believed it. He imagined a noble and gentle lady in his mind and said with longing:

“It sounds really good – too bad I haven’t seen it.”

"There will definitely be a chance in the future! Maybe she will appear on the stream mirror in a couple of days!" Wade said.

Aurors: "..."

Stop talking, I'm about to vomit.

Does the person these two children are talking about have any relationship with the domineering, self-righteous, cold-blooded, and controlling pink toad they know?

Lupin saw the expressions of the others and felt that it seemed different from what Wade said, but he didn't know what his purpose was.

As for Fudge, even though Umbridge was "one of his own", he felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.