Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Maybe you haven't changed, but he has. Maybe you have changed, but he hasn't. Maybe both of you have changed.

It is almost non-existent that we get along with each other the same as before.

Snape has indeed changed a lot. He has grown bigger and older, and his hair has become oilier, much oilier.

"You too." Snape took a long time to squeeze out a few words.

Then the two fell silent again.

No one else disturbed them, and even Vernon chose to chat with the Grangers, leaving the two of them enough time alone.

“I still remember the past.”

It was still Penny who took the initiative to speak and talked about the past.

In order to prevent Snape from getting too close to Lily when they were young, Petunia would follow her like a thief. In order to avoid her sister, Lily would always find ways to avoid her. Although they did not live a rich childhood, they were very happy.

Although Snape didn't say anything, it was obvious that he was lost in his memories.

"If only I could have gotten into Hogwarts then."

Penny exclaimed.

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Although Snape didn't say anything, he agreed with what Petunia said in his heart.

If Petunia was there, and Lily had a sister like her by her side, maybe she wouldn't have said what she said back then. Even if she had said it, there might still be a chance to redeem herself.

"Wow wow."

The loud cry of a baby interrupted their memories.

"Ah, it's Lily."

Petunia quickly said to Snape apologetically: "Sorry, Severus, please wait for me here."

After saying that, Penny hurried into the room.

Snape froze in place. What did he hear?

Lily?

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, to go into the room and take a look.

Snape rushed into the room at full speed.

Then he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Penny was holding a baby in her arms, patting her on the back and trying to soothe her to stop crying.

"Severus, she looks a lot like Lily when she was little, doesn't she?"

Petunia coaxed little Lily, and smiled when she saw Snape come in.

The moment Snape saw the baby, his eyes seemed to be drawn to it by a magnet and could not move at all.

Similar, more than similar, she looks exactly like Lily.

The baby's eyes, expression, and facial features are exactly like Lily when she was a child.

Lily's face had long been deeply engraved in Snape's heart. No matter if it had been a few years, a dozen years or even decades, he would never forget it, let alone make a mistake.

How is this possible?!

Lily died, he saw it with his own eyes, she died in his arms.

Snape's body instinctively rushed to Petunia.

I unconsciously wanted to reach out and hug little Lily, but just as my hand was about to touch little Lily, it suddenly retracted as if I had touched a red-hot iron.

'How can I match it'

'I killed him'

'I am a murderer, I deserve to die'

However, a magical scene happened. Little Lily, who was originally crying, stopped crying and making a fuss after seeing Snape. Instead, she opened her big green eyes and looked at him with curiosity. Finally, she stretched out her hands to Snape for a hug and giggled.

It was as if Snape was her relative.

If this were a fantasy world, Snape would have shouted "This boy is destined to be with me" at this moment.

The laughter seemed to have a magical charm, striking Snape's heart directly.

'I want to give her the best in the world!'

'I want to make up for what I lost!'

"I want to be her godfather!"

Snape's expression was more serious than ever, his tone was more sincere than ever, and his movements were more powerful than ever.

Chapter 248: Minister Fudge, what do you think?

A piece of news made the front page of the Daily Prophet - Peter Pettigrew escaped from prison.

In less than half a day, the newspapers were sold out.

Wizards' doubts about the ability of the guards in Azkaban reached a peak.

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic, which had just regained some reputation due to the Sirius case, once again became the target of public criticism.

Howling complaints filled the Minister's room again.

"Assholes! What are you doing, you bunch of losers? How come such a big living person, without a wand, just got away?" Fudge was furious in the office. His angry roar could even be heard downstairs. The Ministry of Magic official in charge of Azkaban standing in front of him was trembling with fear at Fudge's appearance.

Facts have proven that Fudge is truly a useless piece of mud. No, he is even worse than mud.

Even though Sirius had just escaped from Azkaban under the noses of the Dementors not long ago, he still ordered his men to throw Peter into Azkaban and hand him over to the Dementors for guarding.

He put all his energy into putting on a show and published seven or eight issues of "The Personal Biography of the Wise and Powerful Minister of Magic Fudge".

Personal desires are satisfied.

But now that Peter escaped, things instantly returned to the time before liberation.

"Hurry, take me to find Mr. Dursley!"

After venting his anger, Fudge waved his hand to signal his incompetent subordinates to leave, and then shouted to his new secretary that the previous secretary was fired by Fudge because he was too stupid (stepping into the office with his left foot first), and the current one was obviously much smarter.

Within two minutes after Fudge gave the order, Dudley's location was immediately found and an itinerary was arranged for Fudge.

He was accompanying Fudge.

If it were the old Fudge, he might have sought advice from Dumbledore or other pure-blood wizards.

Now what about Dumbledore and pure-blood wizards?

He only trusts Dursley now!

Only Mr. Dursley could save him in this situation.

When Fudge and his men rushed to Number 4 Privet Drive, Dudley was enjoying a rare holiday with his family and holding a BBQ in their garden.

"Mr. Dursley."

Fudge kept wiping the sweat from his forehead and shouted to Dudley anxiously.

Dudley signaled to Harry and Hermione with his eyes, and walked towards Fudge.

In a trance, Fudge seemed to see Snape in the crowd, but he didn't have time to think about it. He just wanted to seek a solution to the problem from Dudley.

"It's about Peter, Mr. Fudge."

The news of Peter's prison escape was so big that almost most wizards knew about it.

Dudley spoke slowly, and with a light snap of his fingers, a woven rattan seat rose up behind Fudge.

"Sit down and talk slowly. Try this."

As he spoke, he handed Fudge an old-fashioned glass that was 8% full of ice and about half filled with brown liquid.

"Cough cough."

Fudge thought it was some kind of drink, so he took a big gulp and immediately started coughing because of the choking.

Compared to the wizarding world's popular butterbeer, this beer is significantly stronger.

Dudley shook his head slightly, picked up a glass of the same style, took a sip, and the unique rich aroma of Scotch whisky surrounded his lips and teeth.

"I don't want my family to be disturbed, Mr. Minister."

"The Ministry of Magic has been acting a bit big lately."

Dudley's words were ambiguous and pointed.

The seemingly irrelevant words made Fudge's heart tremble.

Does he know?

He was sure of that after seeing the look in Dudley's eyes;

"Don't worry, those are just squibs. They won't cause any trouble to you and your family. We do this to better protect Harry, don't we? Harry Potter is an important savior."

Many residents near Privet Drive moved out one after another, and at the same time many Squibs were placed here.

It can be said that except for the Grangers and the Dursleys, all other residents on the street are Squibs.

These were all arranged by the Ministry of Magic, or to be more precise, by Fudge.

In fact, this is easy to understand. It is precisely because Fudge trusts Dudley that he wants to completely control him.

"Thank you for your trouble."

Dudley just nodded, not dwelling too much on the question.

"Minister Fudge, this may not be a bad thing."

Fudge was stunned when he heard Dudley's words and looked at him suspiciously.

Peter's escape from prison is a good thing? Are you kidding me?

I didn't receive much education, but I did graduate from Hogwarts.

Dudley was not surprised to see Fudge's expression, and continued, "Think about it, you are the Minister of Magic."

"Your time is very valuable and you won't do everything yourself. Things like imprisoning the criminal Peter should be handled by other officials."

Fudge nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.

Makes sense.

I am the Minister of Magic, I don't have time to deal with these trivial matters.

"So this is not your problem, it's their incompetence, make sure you understand this."

In other words, it means passing the blame on to others, or to put it more clearly, it means finding someone to take the blame.

Of course, simply passing the buck is not enough.

"You also need to take the initiative to apologize to the wizards."

Pass the buck + bow and apologize, put on a show, and create an image of a responsible person.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

After listening to Dudley's detailed explanation, Fudge praised it repeatedly.

Why couldn't he think of it himself?

Dudley resolved his biggest crisis with just a few words, and Fudge's opinion of Dudley rose to a higher level.

Such outstanding talents must be firmly in my hands.

Dudley's plan did not end here, as he continued.

"Minister Fudge, if I remember correctly, the work of Azkaban is under the jurisdiction of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, right?"

"Yes." Fudge nodded.

"As the former head of the department, old Mr. Barty Crouch has always had a bad relationship with you. I remember that he was a strong contender for the position of Minister of Magic."

"Yes."