Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 251 Freedom, Cage

Because he didn't want to reveal his identity, Klein purposely hid the true form of the patron saint.Glancing at the comatose Sirius, he squeezed the space between his brows, and finally decided to leave the problem to Dumbledore.

It's none of Keke's business, Keke doesn't know anything~
seven days later.

"Where am I."

Opening his eyes in a daze, Sirius only felt that his eyelids were too heavy, as if a weight was hanging on them.Lifting off the quilt, he struggled to turn over and sit up, first checked his own situation, and then carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

This should be a hospital: the plain decoration, the smell of disinfectant in the air, the decoration of crossed bones and magic wands, and the hospital gown that was changed at an unknown time, all remind Sirius that he is not dreaming .

He was rescued, and saved his life from those dementors.

But who would it be?
Sirius hugged his head and desperately tried to think back, but he could only think of the hazy silver light that entered his eyes before he fell into a coma.

"Bangdang."

I was in a trance secretly, when suddenly, the door of the ward opened from the outside.

The female nurse who came in had a happy look on her face when she saw Sirius.

"Mr. Black, you're awake."

"yes."

Hearing what the female nurse said, Sirius opened his mouth and subconsciously responded.

But after thinking about it, his eyes suddenly became extremely suspicious.

Mr. Black?
It had been many years since anyone had called him that formally.

As a prisoner in Azkaban, his labels are "crazy", "murderer", and "villain", but there is no "Mr."

How could the nurses in the hospital be so polite to him.

Sure enough, he had already died under the siege of dementors, and now he is dreaming.
A simple title caused Sirius to fall into serious doubts about reality.

The female nurse didn't know that Sirius's brain power was so outstanding. After saying hello, she finished her work seriously: opened the window to ventilate the room, and placed new potions on the bedside. After finishing everything, she Then he looked at Sirius again, and said softly.

"If people outside know that you are awake, they will be very happy. Many newspapers wanted to come in for interviews, but they were all driven away by Mr. Dumbledore."

Newspapers, interviews, Dumbledore?

Sirius became more and more confused.

What is this all about?

His identity was exposed, so the person who came to the door should not be the media, but an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know anything yet."

Seeing the blank expression on Sirius' face, the female nurse seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and quickly explained.

"Mr. Black, Minister Dumbledore personally proved your innocence. Peter Perudi, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, has confessed everything through rigorous interrogation. You are no longer a fugitive!"

Not a fugitive anymore?
At that moment, Sirius' heart seemed to be hit by a boulder, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

For 13 years, he lived as a prisoner and lived for 13 years.

After a night of sleep, he regained his innocence
And Minister Dumbledore?

Dumbledore actually became Minister of Magic!

"Mr. Black, you should take a good rest now, don't worry, you'll be fine."

Perhaps it was because Sirius' experience was too tragic, enough to arouse the instinctive sympathy deep in the woman's soul. The female nurse's tone was extremely gentle, and she even helped Sirius cover the quilt herself.

Sirius blushed.

The kindness from strangers made him a little overwhelmed.

"I'll ask the therapist to come over and check your physical condition for you. You should lie down for a while."

Seeing this, the female nurse covered her mouth and smiled, blinked at Sirius, turned around and walked out of the ward.

Sirius lying obediently on the bed had an extremely complicated expression.

But after a while, he laughed under his breath.

The laughter grew louder.

Laughing, laughing, he shed tears.

The feeling of freedom.

so good.

Back home, Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, tore off his tie, and dragged his tired body into the living room.

He was so tired that he didn't even bother to take off his crumpled coat, so he sat down on the sofa, stared at the ceiling with dull eyes, and began to let go.

It is said that there are three fires for new officials to take office.

But Barty Crouch never imagined that Dumbledore, the acting minister's first fire, would actually burn himself.

Overturn the case of Sirius 13 years ago
Alas, who would have thought that Peter Perudi was not dead.

A testimony directly dismissed him, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department!

Damn unlucky!

"Whoo~"

Glancing at the clock not far away, Barty Crouch took a long breath.

It's time to "feed".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling angry.

Blame that traitor!

He would have been the favorite to be Minister for Magic 13 years ago.After that incident, even though he chose a strong man to cut off his wrist, his official career was still affected. He was transferred from the Department of Magic Law Enforcement to the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, and the position of Minister of Magic was also snatched away by Cornelius Fudge. up.

He hates.

"Sparkle!"

Barty Crouch got up from the sofa and called out the house elf's name.

With a "bang", the little monster with pointed ears and big eyes appeared out of thin air, kneeling respectfully at Barty Crouch's feet.

"master."

"Is that damn beast dead?"

Barty Crouch didn't care for the child who ruined his official career. The reason why he kept him in captivity was because he was afraid that things would happen and affect his future.

The house-elf Winky blinked her big eyes and shook her head tremblingly.

"unlucky."

A trace of impatience flashed across Barty Crouch's staid face.

"Don't bring him dinner today."

"No dinner, but the young master is good, master, I understand."

Hearing Barty Crouch's order, Winky seemed to want to say something, but he still lowered his big head to meet the stern eyes - it is impossible for a house elf to resist its master.

"Humph!"

The hungry beast couldn't die after a meal, and Barty Crouch finally felt a little less angry.

He took off his coat and handed it to Winky.

"Go, help me iron my clothes and hang them up."

"Yes, sir."

Winky took the jacket and left with her ears drooping.

The relationship between the master and the young master at home has always been very bad, which made him very sad.

Since the young master returned home 13 years ago, he has never left the house. Every time he saw the depressed and skinny young master, he would silently shed tears.

Now, the master doesn't even give the young master food, how can the young master's body bear it.

Winky bit her lip.

Don't make meal prep, at least.
Secretly let the young master drink some milk and eat some dry bread.

That's all he can do.

Alas, poor master.

(End of this chapter)