The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Under Lucius' manipulation, Sirius' case was exposed earlier than the Spider incident.

This injustice that lasted for more than ten years shocked the entire wizarding world.

"Sirius Black, a true hero, deserves justice!"

"Is it the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic or the tricks of the politicians that pushed the hero into the mud?"

"Azkaban, are there more slandered beings?"

Listening to what Blaise read, Charles simply closed the newspaper in his hand and placed it on the dining table.

In order to make everyone more intuitively aware of the kind of torture Sirius Black suffered in Azkaban in the past ten years, the Daily Prophet was very considerate and attached a photo of Sirius Black when he was high-spirited in those days on the front page. The contrast with the photo on the previous wanted poster was particularly obvious.

This caused great outrage among wizards, and the Ministry of Magic was overwhelmed with howling letters.

There were many people who wanted to take advantage of the situation and wanted to use the opportunity to overturn the cases of their relatives and friends. As the Minister of Magic, Fudge was very busy. He originally wanted to plant one or two confidants in the school before the acting headmaster had a firm foothold in Hogwarts, but now he had no energy to take care of the school.

"Hey, Draco, I heard that Sirius has been living in your house recently?" Blaise's eyes rolled around and he leaned over to ask in a low voice. "Was he really slandered back then?"

The little snakes nearby who also wanted to get the news pricked up their ears quietly.

"Yeah," Draco picked up the cup and took a sip of water. "Isn't it clearly written in the newspaper?"

"Then do you know how he escaped from Azkaban?"

"I don't know." Draco lied calmly.

How else to say it? Did he say his father had gone to jail?

"Now our golden boy is going to tremble again." Seeing a hint of impatience between Draco's eyebrows, Blaise tactfully changed the subject.

"Yes, it is said that this Black is his godfather." Pansy glanced in the direction of the Gryffindor table. "Draco, what are your plans?"

That's the Godfather!

Once Sirius successfully overturned the case, the Ministry of Magic would return part of the Black family's confiscated property even if it was forced by external pressure. The inheritance rights of godsons and biological sons would be before those of nephews. If it weren't for Harry, more than 90% of Sirius's property would go into Malfoy's pocket a hundred years later.

Who would have believed that a qualified, mercenary Malfoy would have no problem with this arrangement.

"Hmm?" Draco lazily raised his head and met Harry's gaze for some reason. He withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, "Let's just do what we have to do."

Of course Draco knew what Pansy meant, and he also knew that ever since the incident with Sirius was exposed, many people wanted to see a fight between him and the Savior.

But Draco had no interest in being watched by others.

On the one hand, he felt that he had learned some of the courses for the successor and was already an adult, so he should be more calm in front of outsiders. On the other hand...

Draco lowered his eyelids and played with the cup in his hand, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

No one would be so naive as to think that his father worked so hard to advance the case just for the remaining "friendship" between his mother and Sirius, right?

You get what you give.

As a beneficiary, Sirius wants to restore his innocence and live with his beloved godson, but of course he has to pay a price...

The little that was left in his hands in the end would probably not be worthy of Draco's attention. So it would be okay to give it to Scarhead for the sake of their relationship.

Well, maybe he shouldn't overestimate the brains of those stupid lions.

Looking at the savior who came over and greeted him hesitantly, the smile on Draco's face fell.

"Hey, Scarhead, I'll just say this once, I have nothing to do with you. Don't make such a disgusting expression." Draco raised his chin arrogantly and glanced at Harry.

“I’m about to throw up!”

The forced smile on Harry's face quickly froze, and Hermione Granger stood up again.

"Harry just wanted to say hello, how could you say that to him? Aren't you cousins?"

As for where Ron Weasley was, his twin brothers had covered his mouth early in the morning, one on each side, fearing that he would cause trouble for the family again.

"Huh? Cousin?" Draco laughed. "The great savior said I'm his cousin!"

The neatly dressed little snakes behind him also laughed.

The obviously mocking laugh made Harry's face flush red, and his neatly trimmed nails dug deep into his palms.

He didn't understand why this was happening.

Obviously, the Malfoy family took in his godfather Sirius, didn't they? He thought that the relationship between them could be eased. He had inherited the position of school director of the Potter family. He was now a young master of an aristocratic family like them...

Why do they still have this attitude towards themselves?

Harry didn't understand. It felt like there was a big hole in his heart, and cold air was blowing in.

He wanted to run away, wanted to leave this shameful place as soon as possible, but his pride would not allow him to do so, so he could only stare at the platinum-haired boy who was laughing particularly happily in the crowd.

If looks could kill, Draco would have been torn into pieces.

Draco stopped laughing, stretched out his hand to grab Harry's tie and pulled him closer: "Scarhead, you'd better recognize your identity. I don't have a poor 'cousin' like you. If you talk nonsense next time, be careful that I will be rude to you."

"What bad luck." He suddenly loosened his hand, took the handkerchief from Goyle and wiped his fingertips. "Now, take your Mudblood girlfriend and get out of here."

Hermione Granger blinked and tears instantly fell. She pushed Draco away and ran forward with her head down.

"Hermione!" Harry glared at Draco fiercely and hurriedly followed.

"Mudblood?" Ciel raised his eyebrows after listening to the whole scene.

"No, Ciel, I'm not talking about you. I can explain."

"Oh, so this is how Draco sees me every day?" The boy with delicate features lowered his head slightly, his semi-long hair hiding the emotions in his eyes, and he looked extremely lost.

"No, Ciel." Seeing Ciel's reaction, the platinum peacock, who had just acted with ease in front of Harry, panicked instantly. "I'm not talking about you."

"But I am like Miss Granger...."

"How can it be the same?" Draco reached out and pressed his shoulder anxiously. Before he could figure out how to comfort him, he saw the person in front of him burst into laughter.

"Ciel!"

"See, Blaise, I told you Draco's reaction would be cute."

"Hey, hey, hey..." Blaise raised his hands with a wry smile after receiving Draco's glare: "Please spare me, young master. I am really innocent."