Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

"Are you talking about the dumpy boy who used to be with Potter at school?" Ms. Rosmerta clearly still had some memories of Peter.

"That's right." Professor McGonagall's voice was a little low: "He was never smart, and he didn't do well in classwork. I used to beat him up at that time... You can imagine how much I regret it now."

"Well, Minerva, it's not your fault." Fudge comforted Professor McGonagall, "He died a hero. Witnesses—of course, I mean those surviving Muggles, we extracted Their memory restored the scene at that time: Peter was standing not far from Black—he stopped Black. Peter was sobbing while talking to Black, and then he raised his wand, of course, Black was faster than him— —he was blown to pieces."

"The external situation was very bad at that time." Professor Flitwick added: "There was a dueling class in the school, and I was the professor at the time. Peter's dueling level was really inferior to those of his friends."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister." Solim interjected, "I'm curious. Did you actually retrieve those Muggle memories—I mean, the Wizengamot 570 Act has no effect on the retrieval of memories?" Isn't there a clear rule for things?"

"That's right, kid, you know a lot." Fudge nodded, "But the provisions formulated by the Wizengamot are all aimed at wizards, and those Muggles are not within the framework of the provisions.

"So you did see Peter blown to pieces in those Muggle memories?" Solim narrowed his eyes.

"That's true. The Aurors who were present at the time first extracted the memories of those Muggles, and then the people from the accident reversal team who arrived later confirmed the authenticity of those memories

You know, the people in those groups are very skilled in the tricks of memory magic. They then erased the memories of those Muggle sightings. "

Huh~ Solim doesn't know these details, and they never mention them in the original book. The Reversal of Contingencies team was doing the work of erasing and modifying memories every day. They were not too familiar with memory magic, but just like that, none of them could see that something was wrong—whether it was the Aurors or the members of the Ministry of Magic.

I didn't expect Peter to have such a superb memory magic. Solim tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Excuse me, Mr. Minister, I still (cfdj) have a question

"What? Child?" said Fudge pleasantly. Fudge was so polite to Solim because of his last name.

"When you first arrived, were the surviving Muggles far away?"

"Of course it is. Those who were close were blown to pieces." Fudge sighed, "I still sometimes dream of that hellish scene in my dreams.

"Then the first thing you saw in those memories was Peter Pedilu alone?"

"That's not clear to me, boy." Fudge shook his head, "You should ask those Aurors and those oblivionists that question.

"He should have been waiting for the Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall sniffed. "Instead of rushing up foolishly alone."

"I wouldn't have waited for the Ministry of Magic if it had been me." Hagrid had just drank the contents of his glass in one gulp. "I'll break him limb by limb! I'll make him regret—"

"Rubeus Hagrid!" Professor McGonagall was angry, "There are still students here!"

"It's okay, Professor McGonagall, I don't mind." Solim smiled at Professor McGonagall. Then Solim looked at Hagrid again: "Hagrid...uh, Professor, you said you met Black in Gorwick's Hollow?"

"That's right! I was..."

"Then why didn't he attack you? Since he has already taken refuge with that person." Solim interrupted Hagrid a little rudely, "Especially when you still had Harry Potter with you, and you didn't have anyone to rely on. I think He's perfectly capable of attacking you. Isn't he?"

Hagrid was speechless for a moment with his mouth open.

"Professor Flitwick. You taught them. How is Black's dueling skills?"

"It's very high. At that time, the ones who could confront him face to face in school could count on one hand." Professor Flitwick put down his cup and recalled: "I don't think even the Aurors who have just joined the job will not be his opponents. .

"That's right. Black is very dangerous," said Fudge. "We didn't think it safe to take him with twenty batters."

"Well, dear, you know the story later." Fudge said to Rosmerta: "He was taken away and later imprisoned in Azkaban It's a consolation to his mother."

"Why did he escape then?" Rosmerta asked. "I mean, if he could escape, why would he choose this time?"

...This is the truth we are looking for, of course, we know his current goals, which is why the Ministry of Magic is so mobilized. "Fudge rubbed his hands a little uneasy.

"Connelly, if you want to have dinner with the headmaster, then we might as well go back to the castle now." Professor McGonagall put down his glass and stood up.

"Uh...Okay. Goodbye, then." Fudge and Rosmerta greeted each other and left with the professors.

Solim thought for a while, dropped a few silver Sickles, nodded to Hermione and left.

Harry sat there with a gloomy face now, Hermione and Ronald looked at him worriedly.

"Why didn't they tell me?" Both Hermione and Ronald could hear that Harry was in a bad mood right now.

"Mr. Weasley, Headmaster Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, Hagrid, why are they keeping this secret from me? My parents were killed by the people they trusted the most, and they're keeping it from me."

After this incident, both Ronald and Hermione became cautious, and they didn't mention anything related to the Three Broomsticks in front of Harry. Even at the dinner party, they could see that Harry was very sad right now.

Regardless of whether Harry was sad or happy, Solim was quite happy now anyway. He had just received a reply from Gilvez that Elrond had nothing to do, and he had been staying in Selwyn's castle since Solim and Sylna started school and hadn't gone anywhere. Knowing this, Solim is completely relieved.

Many people receive gifts at Christmas, but Solim has never received a gift at Christmas. It's not that no one gave him a gift, but that he told the people around him not to give him a gift for Christmas. People give you presents means you have to give gifts back, Solim finds it troublesome, and Solim has never had the habit of celebrating Christmas, although he is now an Englishman. A pure-blood family like Selwyn never celebrates any holidays. The so-called Christmas is just for them to rest. .