Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 226 A beautiful fairy tale needs a perfect ending

The next morning, although Harry stayed up all night, he still got up early, went straight to breakfast, and then headed to the principal's office.

But Hermione didn't have such good energy.

She is not used to traveling at night, and she is not as physically strong as the witch, so she is still sleeping.

In the principal's office, Sirius was devouring breakfast, while Peter Pettigrew was lying on the floor unconscious.

"Ah, it's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying meal." Sirius sighed, stuffing another large piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Oh, what a great-great-grandson," Black's great-grandfather, Phineas Black, said loudly,

"Regulus will never be as rude as you! He is a hundred times better than you in every aspect! He is definitely the most qualified Slytherin!"

Several Gryffindor headmasters made angry protests, but Sirius made no rebuttal.

"Regulus...is he really dead?" Sirius asked softly.

Phineas also fell silent. After a while, he nodded:

"Didn't you realize? The Black family's inheritance belongs to you, including the only remaining house elf."

"It stands to reason that you will be removed from the list. Only when all other male heirs are dead will you be eligible to inherit the inheritance according to blood magic."

Sirius was silent for a while and then said softly:

"He is a fool. He always wanted to respond to the expectations of his father and mother, and ended up joining the Death Eaters."

"Now that he is dead, I will mourn him, but I will not pity him."

As he spoke, Sirius took a big bite of the sandwich, trying to keep his mouth full to prevent other sounds from coming out.

At this time, a ball of fire suddenly lit up in the open space.

Fox appeared out of thin air with Harley, and then flew to his nest covered with phoenix feathers.

Sirius saw his goddaughter coming and was about to say hello when he suddenly realized that his mouth was still bulging.

He hurriedly tried to swallow the sandwich in his mouth, wiped his mouth clean, and tried his best to create a good image in front of his goddaughter.

As a result, Sirius swallowed too quickly and almost choked.

Harry quickly stepped forward and patted his back for a while before Sirius could calm down.

"Thank you," Sirius whispered sheepishly.

The first formal conversation with his goddaughter was so awkward that Sirius felt that he no longer had the authority of his elders.

No, Harley has raised him like a dog for so long, and watched the short video of him and Lupine starring in the Forbidden Forest for so long. How can he still be majestic?

Thinking of this, Sirius felt inexplicably depressed at first, and then suddenly felt much better.

"Godfather, eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Harley said playfully.

Sirius couldn't help but wanted to flick her forehead for a little punishment, but Harley dodged it.

The principals who were watching the show on the mural suddenly laughed, and Phineas laughed especially cheerfully.

Now that the last male heir of the Black family was about to be cleared of his crimes, nothing could make him happier than that, and nothing could ruin his good mood.

Harley's words successfully eased the awkward atmosphere between her and Sirius.

Sirius' legs subconsciously wanted to stand up before, but his mind was almost blank.

He didn't know how to face Harley as a godfather, and he didn't know what to say.

But with the playful behavior just now as a way to relax, the invisible awkward atmosphere disappeared.

Despite this, Sirius was still stunned for several seconds.

As a single person, he has never spoken seriously to girls of his own age, let alone juniors like Harley.

After a while, Sirius finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through his teeth: "Harry, you...how have you been in the past few years?"

"Thank you godfather for your concern, I'm doing pretty well." Harley responded easily,

"Especially since I started a magic riot when I was eleven years old and mastered several unique magics, my life has become even better."

"Really? That's good, that's good." Sirius nodded repeatedly.

However, after saying this only sentence, Sirius didn't know what to say.

Phineas couldn't help but cover his face. He secretly felt that with Sirius's performance and IQ, the Black family might really be on the verge of extinction.

Sirius still didn't know what his great-great-grandfather thought of him. He was still thinking hard about how to communicate with girls younger than him.

In fact, he can also communicate, but either he was scolding his dear old mother before going to prison, or he was scolding his dear cousin Bellatrix after going to prison.

When it comes to England's national quintessence... As a resident of the depths of Azkaban for twelve years, Sirius knows a lot.

But he really doesn't know how to communicate normally.

As for the girls in the same grade... Sirius didn't seem to have many serious interactions with them.

This made Sirius very uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to speak. Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore appeared in time and gave him a hand.

The door to the principal's office was opened, and Professor Dumbledore strode in, followed by Professor Lupin.

"You two, let's stop talking about old times for now." Professor Dumbledore said with a serious face.

"Connelly will be arriving at the office in a minute, and as those who experienced last night, you also need to participate in the communication with the Minister of Magic."

"At that time, I will be responsible for the communication, and Harley can supplement it appropriately."

"As for Sirius," Professor Dumbledore looked at Sirius, who quickly raised his head and chest.

"Don't speak! Remus, please keep an eye on him."

"Okay, Headmaster." Professor Lupine nodded repeatedly, and a look of astonishment appeared on Sirius's face.

As soon as Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, the door to the principal's office was opened.

"Dear Albus!" Fudge rushed in excitedly and said loudly,

"I received your letter this morning and knew that you brought me good news. You captured Sirius."

"So where is Sirius..."

The second half of Fudge's words got stuck in his throat.

He saw Sirius sitting in front of the table staring at him, and let out a cry of terror,

"Albus! Why didn't you control this dangerous prisoner! What if you let him escape?"

"He might hurt me...I mean, what if he hurts other people!"

"Rufus, Kingsley, catch him!" Fudge waved his hand and hid his fat body behind the door, revealing the Aurors behind.

The director of the Auror Office and the captain of the Special Operations Team both raised their wands, but they did not take action directly. Instead, they quietly observed Dumbledore's every move behind Fudge's back.

"Cornelly, I think you can calm down for a while." As expected, Professor Dumbledore stopped Fudge.

"First, I want to correct some of your mistakes."

"It wasn't me who caught Sirius, it was Harley."

"In addition, there is another hidden story behind what happened back then. The one who really betrayed James and Lily was Peter Pettigrew."

With that said, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and Peter Pettigrew, who was lying behind his desk, floated up.

"Look," Professor Dumbledore said slowly,

"When Harley captured Sirius Black, she also happened to capture someone who should have died, Peter Pettigrew."

"Through judging some things, Harley discovered that Sirius was wrongly accused."

"And after interrogating both men, we had to come to a conclusion."

"Peter Pettigrew was the traitor who secretly defected to Voldemort and revealed the location of the Potters to Voldemort."

For a moment, Fudge and the Aurors were stunned.

"This...how is this possible?" Fudge had cold sweat slipping down his forehead. He had to take out his handkerchief and wipe it with all his strength.

"Don't be ridiculous, Albus, you've probably been deceived by Sirius, or someone else."

"No, of course not, Cornelius." The expression on Professor Dumbledore's face became more serious.

"Please give me a moment to tell you what happened last night."

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore quickly told everything about last night.

Of course, certain details, such as the method of interrogation, become more legitimate in extracting memories and browsing them.

As for the innocuous matter of Harley having another fight with Pettigrew and beating him up, Professor Dumbledore selectively ignored it.

"Even so...anyway...leaving aside greed, the reason why Sirius is willing to stay in Azkaban is too ridiculous."

Fudge's voice stuttered, and he looked extremely panicked.

A red-nosed principal on the wall couldn't help but say: "This is simply stupid!"

"If you can't do something yourself, you think others can't do it; if you don't have the belief, you think it's impossible for others to have it!"

"How stupid! In my day, I would never have allowed such a fool to graduate from my school!"

There was a sudden echo on the wall. Obviously, the old principals all had a clear stance on this big matter.

However, Fudge ignored them and just sent the Aurors out.

Those portraits are dead objects that have the thoughts of old principals of past generations. It is definitely an unwise choice to compete with them. No matter whether you win or lose, you will suffer the loss.

Fudge thought about it seriously and carefully proposed another possibility:

"Albus, are you sure this is real Peter Pettigrew? And that his memory has not been altered?"

"Of course not, Cornelius." Professor Dumbledore said seriously,

"I can guarantee on my own behalf that last night, I carefully checked Pettigrew to ensure that he was Pettigrew himself and that there were no traces of tampering in his memory."

"If you don't want to believe it, you can also take it back to the Ministry of Magic and ask someone else you trust to test it."

The expression on Professor Dumbledore's face became more and more serious, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through human nature, staring closely at Fudge.

Fudge shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, Albus, how could I not trust you?"

"I'm just afraid that you were deceived by some people, and you know... some Death Eaters are too cunning."

In the end Fudge could only reluctantly say: "Okay, Albus... I will take them back and conduct a detailed inspection."

"It's too bad, if this is true, we have to admit our mistakes..."

"And the credibility of the Ministry of Magic has been declining again and again. If this continues, my re-election... I mean, the peace of the magical world..."

"Minister Fudge." Harry suddenly spoke, "I think this should be a good thing for you."

"Published in the corner of the last section of the newspaper... What? My dear boy, what did you say?"

Although Fudge still doubted the authenticity of this matter in his heart, his political literacy still allowed him to start preparing a plan——

Prepare plans to minimize the impact when the worst-case scenario occurs.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Harley's voice, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

But after seeing that it was Harley, Fudge still showed an amiable smile.

"Minister Fudge, look," Harley said with a smile.

"I heard from my godfather that you were the first one to rush to the scene."

"You perfectly handled the disaster caused by Peter Pettigrew at the scene, and took Sirius back as a suspect."

"But the then Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement took over Sirius directly."

"He didn't follow any rules, conduct an interrogation, listen to Sirius' explanation, and even put Sirius in Azkaban without the consent of the jury."

"Minister Fudge has long suspected this, and after Sirius escaped this time, he found all the original doubts and successfully cleared the last heir of the Black family."

"I caught the murderer and you discovered the truth. The beautiful fairy tale has a perfect ending. The bad guy is about to die and good triumphs over evil."

"I think this is perfect, isn't it?"

Fudge's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that what Harry said was very reasonable.

It doesn't matter if the Ministry of Magic makes mistakes, as long as the Minister of Magic doesn't make mistakes.

And the more mistakes the Ministry of Magic has made in the past, the more it proves the wisdom of the current Minister of Magic.

Therefore, overturning Sirius's case would only benefit him, not bring him any harm, and it could even hit that damn Crouch who had always been against him.

He was worried that he couldn't find any clues about Crouch, but unexpectedly, he was sent to his door!

Crouch's biggest problem in this matter was that he made a judgment on his own without completing the required procedures, without interrogation, and without the consent of the jury.

Although the decision to imprison Sirius Black directly in Azkaban was approved by everyone at the time, no written document was formed after all.

According to official records, only Crouch was responsible for the incident, and the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and members of the pure-blood family on the jury did not bear any responsibility.

As long as we seize this point to attack, we can not only highlight Crouch's stupidity and lower his support rate, but also won't offend too many people, and can also gain the friendship of many pure-blood families invisibly.

Simply perfect!

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)

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