This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In the British wizarding world, the Black family is synonymous with status and wealth.

As the only paternal descendant of the family, Sirius Black's influence is no less than that of the pure-blood lords.

However, after clearing his name, he was reluctant to appear in public. If it hadn't been for Fudge's personal invitation to the Quidditch World Cup final, he wouldn't have bothered with those so-called VIPs.

Faced with such a big shot, young Gairy was particularly nervous, even forgetting the most basic etiquette of making tea.

Sirius didn't care about these details, he tried his best to appear more approachable, "Gairy, I read today's newspaper, and some articles don't seem to have been strictly reviewed."

Gairy lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes, "The Department of Magical News has only been established recently, and we are already working hard to solve these problems, please give us some more—"

"Alright." Sirius raised his eyebrows slightly, "I won't beat around the bush, what's your price?"

Gairy's head was lowered even further, "Mr. Black, this is not a matter of money."

"I understand." Sirius smiled, his face suddenly turning gloomy, "It seems that the Malfoy family's connections have expanded greatly in the past ten years."

A former low-level clerk at the Daily Prophet accepting bribes as soon as he enters the Ministry of Magic? These tricks are beyond what the three young people can handle.

So, this is actually pressure from above.

Sirius slowly took out a cube from his pocket, and then took out a copy of today's newspaper from it.

He spread out the newspaper, pointing to the article about Harry, "Gairy, I won't make things difficult for you, I just want to know who is smearing my godson."

Seeing Gairy hesitating and refusing to speak, he took out a small bag woven with platinum silk from the cube.

"You say the answer, I give the reward, simple and clear, there won't be any trouble."

Gairy stared eagerly at the small bag in his hand.

The platinum silk used for weaving alone is worth hundreds of Galleons, and the things inside must be of even higher value.

Gairy took a deep breath, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally plucked up the courage to raise his head.

"Mr. Black, the appearance of this article was actually an accident."

His eyes were a little evasive, "Someone replaced the article, causing all the newspapers printed today to be…"

"After we discovered it, we immediately reported it to the higher-ups, but the higher-ups didn't care about this bizarre article, thinking it was just a harmless little thing, and told us not to spread it around."

Discovering the problem but not getting attention, no wonder he was so hesitant to speak at first.

Sirius took out another small bag, "Why not replace the article? Can't your newspapers refresh the news on them in real time?"

Gairy's hands clenched into fists unnaturally, looking a little angry, "Our newspaper has changed suppliers, and now we can't refresh the news in real time through magic."

Why change suppliers for no reason? Isn't the new supplier a relative of some higher-up!

Incompetent higher-ups build an incompetent Ministry of Magic. Over the years, the people below can only choose to lie flat and do nothing.

Fortunately, Gairy had only been at the newspaper for a short time, otherwise, it wouldn't be as easy to pry open his mouth as it is now.

Although for Sirius, spending a thousand and ten thousand is no different, it would waste a lot of time.

"Who are the higher-ups you're talking about?"

Gairy pursed his lips tightly, looking embarrassed.

Sirius took out a third small bag from the cube, "As the godfather of the victim, I have the right to know who caused this 'accident', right?"

He reached out and patted Gairy's shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, if the Ministry of Magic fires you because of this, I will arrange a better job for you."

The originally hesitant Gairy made up his mind instantly, leaned into his ear and whispered: "It's Senior Undersecretary Umbridge, and Director Crouch, who came with her, wanted to launch an investigation, but she sternly refused."

So it was Umbridge, that pink toad. If he guessed correctly, the change of the new supplier must be related to her, so this bizarre 'accident' was not taken seriously.

Sirius was directly laughed at.

There is a reason why large-scale malicious events occur frequently in the British wizarding world these years. As long as this group of insects exists, how can the Ministry of Magic guarantee social stability and prosperity!

"Mr. Black?" Gairy was frightened by his murderous eyes, "Are you… are you okay?"

Sirius shook his head, "I'm fine."

He stood up from the sofa, "Thank you for your hospitality, Gairy, I'm going to put an end to this 'accident' now."

The young Gairy stared blankly at his dashing back as he left.

The article smearing Harry appearing in the newspaper was indeed an accident, but ignoring it or not taking any measures was not an accident, but a man-made one.

After Sirius left the Department of Magical News, he went straight to the elevator and came to the Minister of Magic's office and logistics department on the basement floor.

He walked on the thick carpet, his eyes scanning back and forth at the small signs on the wooden doors on both sides.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes fixed on the name on the doorplate in front of him.

"Office of the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister - Dolores Jane Umbridge"

He slightly eased the expression on his face and raised his hand to knock gently on the door.

"Come in." An annoying high-pitched voice came from inside.

As soon as Sirius opened the door, the pink wallpaper in the room bombarded his eyes first.

The wallpaper alone is nothing, the key is that it is covered with porcelain plates printed with disgusting cat patterns.

He doesn't actually hate cats, he just feels that the entire room exudes a disgusting aura from the inside out, especially the pink toad sitting behind the pink desk.

"Oh, it's Mr. Black, come in, please."

Being so old, and still learning from other young girls to speak with a pinched voice.

The voice is so thin and sharp that it makes people shiver.

Sirius took a deep breath and reluctantly walked into the office.

Half an hour later, he came out of it with a chill all over his body.

If it weren't for Harry, he couldn't help but beat up the pink toad inside as soon as he went in.

But anyway, this "accident" was finally resolved smoothly.

Sirius quickly left the Ministry of Magic, breathing the fresh air outside with pleasure.

He raised his magical communicator and looked at the time.

9:13 in the morning, it's already class time at Hogwarts.

He quickly edited a text message and set a scheduled sending time, then raised his wand to perform Apparition and disappeared in front of the red telephone booth.

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