HP fan, I'm Ron Weasley

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"Lupine? It's Lupine!! Dumbledore, what do you say now?!"

Professor Lupine looked around, calmed down quickly, lowered his head in silence, Black was at a loss, and Pettigrew Peter's face was pale in despair, he looked around, his nose fluttered, everyone's All eyes were on him, and the old headmaster's indiscriminate voice sounded:

"Who are you?" The old headmaster fixed his majestic eyes on Peter: "Tell everyone, who are you, Peter—"

Peter Pettigrew's terrified scream:

"No, I'm not! I'm not!!"

Fudge's face became serious, and his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.Dumbledore ignored Peter's screaming and struggling, turned around, and handed the Veritaserum in his hand to Fudge:

"Fudge, look, is this Veritaserum?"

Fudge took the Veritaserum Serum with a blank expression, and passed it to Jinlaisi. Jinlaisi opened the bottle cap, lowered his head and smelled it, shook the bottle, nodded and said:

"It's Veritaserum, that's right!"

After finishing speaking, he handed it to Fudge, waited until Professor Dumbledore took the Veritaserum Potion, and walked directly to Professor Lupine:

"Remus, for your innocence, are you willing to be interrogated with Veritaserum?"

Professor Lu Ping smiled gratefully at the old principal:

"Of course, I would!"

Veritaserum is a banned drug, and ordinary people cannot make and store it, and in fact it cannot be circulated in the market.In the Ministry of Magic, except for serious criminals, it can only be used in ordinary interrogations with the consent of the prisoner.The tip of the old headmaster's stick moved slightly, Peter suddenly silenced, and a drop of the veritaserum in the bottle slowly separated and rose slowly until it entered Professor Lupine's mouth. Professor Lupine opened his mouth to swallow, and his body gradually collapsed on the chair. On the next day, his eyes gradually became slack, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face. The old principal said:

"your name--"

"Remus Lupine—"

"Do you know Sirius Black?"

"Yes."

"Do you know Peter Pettigrew?"

"Yes."

"Okay, Dumbledore." Fudge said impatiently: "Stop asking such nonsense, just ask him if he is Black's accomplice!"

The old headmaster ignored him, and asked in a calm and unhurried manner:

"Remus Lupine, did you ever help Sirius Black infiltrate the school?"

"No."

"Before today, were you in any way in touch with the fugitive Sirius Black?"

"No."

"Before today, did you know that Pettigrew Peter was still alive?"

"do not know."

"Have you had anything to do with Sirius Black's escape?"

"No."

The old principal raised his head:

"Is that all right, Fudge?"

Fudge's face darkened:

"Lupine can clear the suspicion, but Black..."

The old headmaster walked up to Black, and stretched out his hand to stroke Black's hair behind his head. Black's thin and sallow face was exposed in front of the people. Black avoided Professor Dumbledore's hand in guilt and embarrassment. The old headmaster said slowly:

"Siris, I have wronged you for so many years - no matter what, you will get back everything you deserve, including your freedom and your honor, I promise! Sirius, are you willing to accept the Veritaserum interrogation? "

Black's eyes were red, his lips were trembling and he couldn't speak, and finally he closed his eyes fiercely and nodded vigorously.Professor Dumbledore did the same, and after Black took the Veritaserum, he asked:

"your name--"

"Sirius Black—"

"How did you escape from Azkaban?"

"I'm an unregistered Animagus. I found out that dementors are insensitive to animals, so I escaped in the shape of a beast."

"Why are you running away?"

Hate appeared on Blake's face:

"I'm going to kill Pettigrew Peter."

"why?"

"He betrayed James and Lily, and I want revenge."

Fudge took a deep breath, and the old headmaster continued unmoved:

"How do you know Pettigrew Peter isn't dead?"

"I saw him in beast form, on the shoulders of Ron Weasley in the Daily Prophet."

"Did you kill a dozen Muggles 12 years ago?"

"No, I followed Pettigrew Peter to the Muggle world. I thought I killed him, and then there was an explosion for some reason, and all the Muggles nearby died."

"Why do you now think there was an explosion?"

"It must be that my death curse didn't hit Pettigrew Peter, he created chaos and took the opportunity to escape."

"Why did you plead guilty back then?"

"I'm sorry for James and Lily, I want to make amends."

Professor Dumbledore shut up, without looking at the faces of Fudge and the others behind him, he walked directly to Pettigrew Peter, and untied the spell cast on him. As soon as the spell expired, Pettigrew Peter started screaming crazily:

"I'm not Pettigrew Peter, let me go!! I'm innocent!!! Let me go, help!! Please, please—"

The old headmaster coldly poured out a drop of veritaserum:

"Drink it, Peter, you know, it's no use struggling now—"

Peter kept shaking his head, his mouth tightly closed and he refused to open it, but he was easily subdued by the principal, and he drank the veritaserum potion, which immediately took effect.

"your name--"

"Peterina Pettigrew—"

"Why did you cheat death?"

"I have to hide."

"Why are you hiding?"

"It cannot be known that I am still alive. If someone finds out, my secret will be discovered."

The old headmaster had sharp eyes and asked sharply:

"What secret?"

Peter showed a struggling look, but he still spoke immediately:

"I'm James and Lily's secret keeper, and I'm the one who betrayed them."

"Didn't you agree to let Sirius Black be the secret keeper? Why did you change it?"

"Sirius came up with the idea. He said it was foolproof. He took the Death Eaters out of the country. We hid and no one would find Harry."

Harry looked hateful, and Professor McGonagall hugged him.

"Why did you leak the secret?"

Peter looked terrified:

"I didn't mean to! They caught me, they tortured me!"

"How did the Death Eaters know you were the Secret Keeper?"

"They don't know, I took the initiative to say it."

The old headmaster's voice couldn't be softer:

"Why did you take the initiative to say it?"

"They tortured me! I was scared! Wanted them to let me go,"

The room was terribly quiet for a moment, and after a while, Professor McGonagall let out a soft sob, hugged Harry tightly, and murmured:

"Merlin—"

Fudge's face was pale, and a very young Oro behind him gritted his teeth angrily and said:

"Traitor, coward!!!"

The old principal took off his glasses:

"And then you joined the Death Eaters, didn't you?"

"Yes."

The old headmaster put on his glasses again:

"Okay, Fudge, I'm done asking."

afterwards

Fudge was completely lost. In fact, he looked panic-stricken, and it took him a long time to shake his lips—no longer the indifference and arrogance just now—begging:

"Merlin! This is really...how could it be?! Dumbledore, you have to help me!! I have always listened to you..."

Before he could say something worse, the old headmaster interrupted him:

"Of course I'll help you, Fudge! So, what are you going to do when you go back?"

"How?" Fudge murmured and repeated, and said with a wry smile, "What do you think I should do, Dumbledore?"

Speaking of Fudge gradually regaining his composure, the old headmaster said calmly:

"I suggest that a public trial should be held as soon as possible..."

"What?!" Fudge cut off quickly: "A public trial?! Impossible, that would be the biggest scandal in the history of the Ministry of Magic, and this matter must not be made public..."

Dumbledore didn't budge, looked straight into Fudge's eyes and said:

"The matter has come to this point, do you still want to hide it?! This matter must be made public, and Sirius must get a fair trial, given that he has been wronged for 12 years in Azikaban..."

"This is not my responsibility alone!! If you hadn't agreed back then, Black wouldn't have been thrown directly into Azikaban..."

Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything, and Professor McGonagall aired:

"Minister Fudge, can you say such words?! Back then, Dumbledore repeatedly asked for a trial, but did anyone agree?!"

"That's Crouch's responsibility, they decided..."

"Enough!" The old headmaster frowned and said, "Is it meaningful to pursue who is responsible now?! The most important thing now is to clear the innocent and punish the betrayer accordingly! Sirius must get a The statement, and Peter, the specific details, you can go back and ask, but the public trial must be done as soon as possible, and Sirius’ body is not in good condition, so send him to St. Mungo’s to wait for trial!"

"You can't do this, Dumbledore! No, you did it on purpose, right!! If you make this public, the reputation of the Ministry of Magic will plummet even more, and you will even..."

"Fudge, calm down!" The old headmaster said calmly: "You lost your composure! The disclosure of the matter is inevitable. Of course, someone in the Ministry of Magic should be responsible for this, but that person may not be you—you were not the minister at the time, weren't you? ?”

Fudge calmed down, stared at Professor Dumbledore and said:

"You mean...but, if that's the case, I'd still..."

"Or, do you have a better way?"

The old headmaster cut off, Fudge took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his forehead, returned to normal, and said slowly:

"I know what to do, but I think this matter still needs your help, Dumbledore."

"Of course, my pleasure! Only, Sirius..."

"I know, like you said, he will take back everything that belongs to him, won't he?"

"Of course, of course, then I'm relieved."

The old headmaster and Fudge are still discussing here, when suddenly there was a "poof" from the chair, Pettigrew Peter didn't know when he woke up, and suddenly turned into a mouse and rushed out, caught off guard, no one had time to stop He only heard Snape snort coldly, swiped his wand, and the mouse fell to the ground at the door as if hitting a transparent wall. Professor McGonagall caught the mouse back and handed it to Kingsley, saying:

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him run away!"

Kingsley took the mouse:

"Don't worry! Minister, Blake and the others?"

Fudge said irritably:

"Blake? Get someone to send him to St. Mungo's, where you'll watch him until the trial is over. As for Lupine, just let him go and leave him alone!"

The old headmaster stroked the bow on his beard, and said cheerfully:

"I'll go with you to St. Mungo's!"

Fudge smiled stiffly:

"Whatever you want, let's go - Dumbledore, I'll wait for you in the office - Jim, you three, follow Principal Dumbledore and send Black to the hospital!"

As he spoke, he took Kingsley and the mouse to apparate directly, and the old headmaster floated Black:

"Let's go too! Severus, I think I need your help—"

Snape rolled his lips:

"I can't see why I need my help! Dumbledore, I would be more than happy to poison Black's mad dog. I don't have so much personal time to waste on you, I..."

"Oh, my child, no matter what, I think a potion master will make Sirius recover better..."

Snape's face twisted:

"So you're saying, want me to help Blake? Are you sure you want me to 'help' him?! I refuse—"

"Oh, good boy, don't be awkward at this time! I really need you..."

Everyone's faces were very subtle, Snape said:

"Shut up, Dumbledore, or don't blame me for being rude—"

"Severus, this really needs your help, please?"

Snape laughed angrily:

"If you ask strongly! Dumbledore, don't say I didn't warn you, I will take good care of Black!!"

Dumbledore winked at me and Harry:

"Minerva, wait for Lupin, when he wakes up, tell him we're at St. Mungo's, Harry, will you and Ron go back by yourself?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore—"

The old headmaster also took Snape and three Auroras to support Black and left. Professor McGonagall turned his head and said a little tiredly:

"Okay, you go back, Potter, remember, don't tell anyone what happened tonight! Be careful on the road." Professor McGonagall waved his wand and looked at the time: "If Filch and the others see you on the road, Just say I called you here!"

Harry and I nodded:

"Okay, Professor McGonagall, good night—"

The female professor hesitated for a moment, but said:

"You did a good job tonight, because you assisted the professor in catching the felons in Azikaban, plus fifty for Gryffindor, each!"

Harry and I were ecstatic:

"Really, Professor McGonagall?!"

A trace of laughter appeared on the female professor's face:

"Okay, let's go!"

"Okay, Professor!!"

Harry and I happily walked back, and Harry said excitedly:

"Great, I was just wondering if Hermione would eat us both if she knew we lost ninety points tonight - it's too likely - but don't worry this time, We added ten points!! But then again, Professor McGonagall is terrible when he gets angry! Worse than Snape!!"

I nodded deeply:

"Indeed! But Harry, you can't be so reckless in the future! We are lucky this time, think about it, if Black is really a villain, we will die this time!!"

Harry nodded indiscriminately, and didn't seem to take it seriously:

"Got it, Ron! But, I got a godfather!! Sirius Black is not a bad guy, he didn't betray my parents, he is my godfather!!"

Harry was almost dancing with excitement, and I was also happy:

"Yes yes, that's great! I think the news of Black's acquittal will come soon, Harry, you're not alone..."

"Of course!"

Harry's mouth was almost cracked behind his ears, but after a while, he thought of something, and he restrained his smile. I was puzzled:

"what happened?"

"No, I think... nothing..."

I thought for a while, hesitated and said:

"Do you... want to leave the Dursleys?"

"No—" Harry blushed and stammered, "I think I've never met Black, and of course he's not responsible... I mean, maybe he wouldn't like me that much, I How can I ask a person who is almost a stranger to take me away..."

I comfort him:

"You think too much, how could Blake not like you - he spent 12 years in Azikaban because of his guilt towards your parents!! Come to think of it, 12 full years in the dementor's lair! He won't dislike you! Remember when he said he didn't come back until he saw Pettigrew Peter 'by Harry's friend' and he came back for you!"

Harry cheered up again, then gritted his teeth:

"Peterina Pettigrew!!"

"Don't worry, he will get what he deserves, either with a dementor's kiss, or rotting to death in Azikaban—and that's not much better, being a dementor's dessert for a lifetime!"

Saying that we walked out of the tunnel and went back under the willow tree. The willow tree was still motionless. Harry looked up and said:

"I don't know how the professors found us?"

I shrugged:

"Who knows? Come on, I'm a little cold—"

Malfoy brought the secret

After we went back, Hermione was waiting for us. Seeing that Harry and I were fine, the little girl cried "Wow", Harry patted Hermione's shoulder to comfort her, and finally stopped crying , Changing face faster than anything else, Hermione directly turned into a tyrannosaur, picked up the textbook next to us and smashed at us together, training while smashing:

"You two bastards! Make you disobedient!! I must kill you today—"

After Hermione lost her temper, Harry and I finished the whole story with embellishments, and Hermione was also happy for Harry—in fact, she started to be happy when she heard that we added ten points to Gryffindor—this time After tossing and tossing at night, everyone was exhausted. After a while, we all got into our sleeping bags and fell asleep.The next day, Professor McGonagall announced that Black had been caught and everyone could go back to the dormitory to sleep!Oh cozy tower, I miss you so much!

There was Potions class the next day, Snape didn't come back for the first time, and the herbal medicine professor took over. Neville was so excited that he almost cried!Malfoy looked around mysteriously, and poked his head:

"Weasley, you know what, something big has happened!"

Seeing him smug—although he always looked like that—was not very interesting to me.Malfoy seemed to sense my indifference, and said displeasedly:

"This is big news! Even the Ministry of Magic hasn't announced it yet!! Let me tell you, this matter has a lot to do with your 'master'! I haven't told the average person to him!!"

"Oh?" I was interested: "So I'm not an 'ordinary person'?!"

Malfoy choked:

"That's right, you're not human!"

"Go away, dogs can't spit ivory out of their mouths - I don't care what news!"

Malfoy disdains:

"Hmph, I didn't tell you if you want to know! Don't say I didn't remind you, if you don't know, you will definitely regret it!"

Seeing Malfoy's expression on coming to beg me, please, I'll tell you, I rolled my eyes and turned my head to ignore him.Malfoy saw that I didn't beg him, he let out a heavy "hum", and turned his head to sulk.I laughed secretly, and sure enough, not long after, he lost his shape, turned around stealthily, coughed, and pretended to ask:

"You really don't want to know?"

I laughed so hard in my heart that I didn't dare to show it on my face—it wouldn't be good if I made him angry—and pretended to ask curiously:

"What's the matter? Do you want to talk about it?!"

Malfoy said angrily:

"You really don't know what to do!!"

"Yes, I don't know good from bad, please, tell me what's going on—"

Malfoy immediately smiled:

"Hmph! I'm sorry you don't know, you know, only the real big shots can know about this! I assume your father definitely doesn't know!!"

"Hey——" If you are really angry with his dead look, you still don't want to kill yourself. "You dare to say a word about my father, be careful of your ridiculous hair!"

Malfoy took a big step back and looked at me warily:

"What, how dare you say my hair is ridiculous?! The hair of the Malfoy family is the best for a guy without aesthetics!"

I rolled my eyes:

"Everything is fine in your house!"

Malfoy raised his chest:

"of course!"

I reached out and poked his waist vigorously:

"Stop talking nonsense, what 'big' news have you got?"

Malfoy retracted his outstretched shoulders like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle, and complained:

"Barbarian, don't touch your feet—it hurts!"

I shake my fist:

"Say it! Be careful I'll beat you!"

Malfoy glared at me, then carefully looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to our side, he leaned over and said mysteriously:

"Do you know why Professor Snape didn't come today?"

I know... I'm pretending to be interested:

"I don't know! You know?"

"I don't know either." Seeing my contemptuous eyes, he said eagerly, "But I know what happened!"

It would be strange if you knew what happened last night!

"what's up?"

Malfoy looked even more mysterious:

"Let me tell you, I received a letter from my dad at noon, and my dad told me a shocking secret! My dad also told me not to let me tell anyone this news!"

As he spoke, he looked at me with an expression of "thank me quickly", and seeing his face with his nostrils upturned, I was really curious:

"What'shocking secret'?!"

Malfoy is displeased:

"Why should I tell you?!"

I'm speechless, you don't seem to want to tell me:

"Please, please, Your Highness! Tell me quickly—"

Malfoy smacked his lips and said alms:

"My dad wrote in that he was called to the Ministry of Magic early this morning, and guess what?"

Don't play tricks!I brace myself:

"what happened?"

I won't listen to any more nonsense!

"They got Black!"

"How fresh! See Professor McGonagall said it this morning!!"

"But the real murderer is someone else! Do you believe that Blake is innocent - he spent 12 years innocently in Azikaban!! How do you say he survived?! The terrible thing is that he actually I escaped, if I didn’t escape, tsk tsk, Merlin, this time the magic has been lost!!”

I was dumbfounded, old Malfoy actually told him all these things? !impossible? !Malfoy was even more happy when he saw my surprised look:

"Well, let me just say this is big news?! By the way, my mother said that Black seems to be the Godfather of Scarhead or something."

I am even more surprised:

"How could your father tell you this kind of thing?!"

"Of course! My dad will tell me everything! I'm the future head of the Malfoy family!!"

Malfoy looks more and more complacent, I suspect, just like you, returning the owner of the house...

Malfoy bared his teeth:

"Skunk, what's that expression on your face? I'm the head of the house! Just your family, hmph—"

"Come on, future Patriarch! But your father actually told you this kind of thing, such a confidential matter?! I don't believe that your father told you so easily, is your father finally crazy?"

"How to talk?" hesitated for a moment: "You don't believe me?"

"I believe it! Did you know at noon?"

"Yeah," Malfoy said bluntly, "I've been in a cold war with my dad for a month, and he wrote me a letter today asking for peace. It's definitely true!"

Well...that's right.I muttered under my breath:

"I'll just say it, but your father is really not a good person..."

Malfoy changed face:

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing! Really, you are not a good person..."

"skunk--"

"Just kidding, kidding, you're a good guy!" Seeing that Malfoy was about to turn his face, I hurriedly said, "I've known what you're talking about—"

Malfoy was surprised:

"Bah! How could you know?!"

Seeing that he told me all this, I asked:

"You really didn't tell anyone?"

"Of course! What do you mean—"

I was a little moved, and lowered my voice:

"Let me tell you, I knew about this last night!"

Professor Dumbledore's dog

Malfoy suspects:

"Oh, is it?"

Brat, I still don't believe it!

"Of course! Your news is long out of date! Let me tell you, Harry and I saw Black coming last night..."

"Bragging! Impossible!"

"Why did I lie to you? Didn't you say that Black was innocent, so do you know who the real murderer is?"

Malfoy still didn't believe it, but asked cooperatively:

"Do you know who it is?!"

"Of course, I watched the whole process of the 'trial'! But, Malfoy, you won't tell others what I told you today, will you?"

Malfoy hesitated:

"Tell me, I won't tell anyone—who knows if what you said is true?!"

Now it's my turn to be suspicious, Malfoy frowned:

"What's that look on your face?!"

"What expression do I have, how do you say I believe you—"

I prolonged my tone on purpose, and Malfoy got angry immediately:

"I don't want to talk! Bastard, I don't want to listen to your nonsense?!"

Turning my head away again, I shrugged my shoulders, lowered my head and put my eyes on the book.Malfoy stood up for a moment, then turned sharply and said viciously:

"Are you going to tell me or not!?"

The voice was too loud, and the gentle voice of the fat herbal medicine professor came:

"Little Mr. Malfoy, don't make loud noises in class. If you do this next time, Slytherin will lose two points."

I lowered my head and grinned, Malfoy blushed in shame, lowered his head obediently, stretched out his hand from underneath, and grabbed mine fiercely, I gasped in pain, Malfoy gritted his teeth and said in a low voice:

"Will you tell me—"

"I said, I said" I pulled his hand away: "You really won't tell anyone else this time? Including your father - probably your father already knew - no matter what, you have to tell something Please write back..."

Malfoy was not convinced:

"Since when have I broken my promise?"

I squinted at him, and Malfoy was annoyed:

"Not with Potter!! Okay, okay, I promise not to tell anyone this time, I swear!"

I leaned over and whispered:

"The real murderer is . . . it's Pettigrew Peter—"

"what?!"

Malfoy couldn't help exclaiming, the female professor on the podium looked at us with interest, but still said:

"Two points from Slytherin."

After finishing speaking, they kept silent, and now everyone turned to look at Malfoy. Malfoy straightened his body and looked at me bitterly. I returned innocent eyes——who made you shout?A few minutes later, Malfoy came over again:

"Go on—"

I am helpless:

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Malfoy didn't care:

"I did it for my classmates, don't talk nonsense, isn't Pettigrew Peter dead?"

"Don't mention it." Feeling that our heads were almost touching each other, I stepped aside a little: "Do you know how Black escaped from Azkaban?"

Malfoy looked at me blankly, and I laughed:

"Let me tell you, Black, Pettigrew Peter, Harry's father, and Professor Lupine are all unregistered Animagus..."

Malfoy also took a small breath:

"Really? But Lupine isn't..."

"It's Professor Lupine! Professor Lupine is so good, why do you keep running on him to see what kind of bastard things you did before?! He didn't mess with you—"

Malfoy's terrier neck:

"I just hate him, look at his hypocrisy!"

"...Professor Lupine is called kind! And he is so powerful, he also taught Harry a lot of advanced spells..."

"Cut, who cares—" Malfoy said disdainfully: "Amazing? Last time I saw our dean training him, he almost cried!!"

"Bah" I was excited: "It's pure nonsense! You call it slander..."

"You do not believe?"

"Of course I don't believe it, because you're just talking nonsense! Snape was jealous of Professor Lupine—everyone knows this—he coveted the position of professor of defense against magic..."

Malfoy Mans pulled his clothes in an orderly manner, squinting and said:

"I saw it with my own eyes a while ago! Lupine stood at the door of our dean's office. He was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to say anything. He was so embarrassed that he almost went underground! If he didn't have a guilty conscience, why would he want to come here Come from the cellar, our dean is so sarcastic about him—I can’t stand it anymore—why doesn’t he dare to talk back at all?!”

"Impossible, how could Professor Lupine..."

As I was talking, for some reason, I remembered what the old headmaster said last night. I seem to remember saying that what happened back then was all the fault of Black, Professor Lupine and Harry's father. I'm sorry Snape or something. As soon as I hesitated, Malfoy became even more arrogant:

"T--I still don't believe it, don't talk about that, what's the matter with Pettigrew Peter?"

I came back to my senses:

"Where did you just say that? Oh, Pettigrew Peter is an Animagus who betrayed Harry's parents and turned into a mouse to hide—"

"It's him?!" Malfoy was surprised, then unhappy: "My father didn't tell me..."

I pretended to say casually:

"Look, your father just picked up some unimportant things and told you, I'll just say, how could he easily tell you about such important things?!"

Hearing that, Malfoy tugged on his sleeves even more, glared at me and said:

"Don't worry about it!"

I snicker:

"Blake turned into a beast—yes, that dog we met in Hogsmeade!!"

Malfoy's eyes widened:

"What?! We met Blake before?! Merlin, fortunately he is not a murderer, otherwise we would all be finished..."

"That's true! But, do you remember when Black came rushing to catch my rat?"

"Wait" Malfoy tugged on my cuff, "You don't mean to say that your ugly mouse is Peter Pettigrew?"

I smiled wryly, and said with a bad appetite:

"That's right, that's him! He pretended to be a mouse and stayed in my house for 12 years!! It's...disgusting!!!"

After digesting these words, Malfoy became interested:

"No one in your family noticed it, right?"

"No……"

Malfoy despises even more:

"It's really... no, how do you know?!"

"Last night, Harry found out first—no, it was Hermione—anyway, Harry found out about Black and ran after him, and we just told the professor, and the headmaster told the Ministry of Magic, and we all knew!"

Malfoy nodded dizzily:

"Wait a while, wait for me to react... But how did Potter find Black?"

It's hard to explain the Marauder's map, so I said vaguely:

"I don't know...Anyway, Harry was running ahead, so I followed!"

"You really are Potter's henchman—"

I glared at him:

"How do you talk?!"

Malfoy raised his chin and ignored me, turned around and thought for a while, then turned around again:

"It's unbelievable...Peter Pettigrew is still a hero!" Then he sneered: "The real hero has suffered 12 years in Azkaban! These trash from the Ministry of Magic—"

"Your father is still at the Ministry of Magic—"

"Isn't your father too?!"

I shut my mouth, Malfoy gloated and said:

"This time Fudge is going to be in trouble. If I ask you, he is the biggest waste in the Ministry of Magic!"

I thought about it:

"Not necessarily, I was there last night and saw Fudge say with my own eyes that Professor Dumbledore must help him or something..."

"So, Fudge is one of Dumbledore's dogs!"

"It's Professor Dumbledore. If you don't respect the principal, watch your nose! Even if Fudge is a dog, he doesn't belong to the principal. If you haven't seen it, he doesn't listen to Professor Dumbledore! In the end, I had no choice but to ask Headmaster, if there is anything you said that is right, then it is this sentence: Fudge must be trash! At that time, Kingsley didn't hold back, and secretly looked at their minister with contempt!! But it shouldn't be What kind of bad luck will happen, I listened to the conversation between him and the principal, and I guess there are other countermeasures—"

"What countermeasures can he have? This time something like this happened, my father will not let him go—"

I wonder:

"What about your father?"

"Don't you know?" Malfoy said casually, "Blake is my mother's cousin, and although we don't get on very well - well, it's very bad - we always have a good time, and besides, my dad has already seen Fudge is not pleasing to the eye, of course we have to take this opportunity to say something, didn’t I say, if it wasn’t for Dumbledore’s support, Fudge would have stepped down long ago!!”

"The headmaster supports Fudge?! No way, I heard from my dad that Fudge is very afraid of Professor Dumbledore—"

Malfoy smacked his lips:

"It's probably because the wings are stiff, tsk tsk, Professor Dumbledore was bitten by his own dog—"

"To shut up!"

I gave him a hammer, a little unbelievable, but think about it, what Fudge said