DNF Meets Harry Potter

"It's really a bunch of idiots who have more success than failure!" Fudge cursed inwardly.

He glanced at Sirius who was bundled into a rice dumpling, thinking that it must be the dementors. These idiots had just encountered the big battle between Harry and the others and Sirius, and then they jumped up excitedly and finally caused a conflict. Their brains are always out of order.

Otherwise, how could Sirius come to the door by himself? Is he really a fool to be the first criminal ever to escape from Azkaban?

"Put down your wands!" Fudge immediately ordered the Aurors to stop after automatically filling in the scene.

"Good boy, you caught Sirius with your own hands. This is really a great thing! This thing will go down in the history books!"

He stepped forward and patted Carl on the shoulder pleasantly, and glanced at Sirius out of the corner of his eye, with a look of relief in his eyes.

Everything is finally over, and if this bastard continues to get away with it, he will not be able to stand it anymore!

"I think Ms. Umbridge will talk to you about the reward tomorrow!"

Fudge spoke happily, and saw him wave his hand lightly, and immediately two Aurors stepped forward and prepared to take Sirius away.

"You misunderstood, sir!" Harry became anxious when he saw that Sirius was about to be taken away by the Aurors, "Please listen to our explanation!"

"If there is any misunderstanding, let's talk about it tomorrow, Harry! It's getting late now!" Fudge said softly with a fake smile on his face. He just wants to take Sirius back to the Ministry of Magic, and immediately let the dementors Give him a sweet kiss.

The headlines on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper will be published like this, and his approval rating will skyrocket in an instant!

"Good evening, Karl. I'm sorry I'm late, I'm getting old and my legs and feet are a bit awkward...

Just when Fudge was imagining that his political career would go smoothly because of this incident, a calm and gentle voice pulled him back to reality.

"Dumbledore!" Looking at the old man slowly walking towards them, Fudge frowned, as if recalling some unpleasant things.

Dumbledore nodded to him, then turned his gaze to Sirius, "Oh~, it's Sirius!"

The old principal raised his half-moon glasses, looked surprised, and then he winked at Carl:

"I think you must have had a great adventure just now!

I imagine it must be quite the twists and turns, am I right, adventurer?

Please forgive an old man who is always so curious, he is old, he will never be the same youth as before, he can only live with some memories..."

While talking, Dumbledore touched his white beard tied with a ribbon and about to hang down to his chest with emotion.

"Of course!" Carl grinned, showing his white teeth, "But please forgive me that I'm not good at telling stories, so I will describe what happened before in another way, which can definitely give you an immersive experience. Feel……"

"It would be even better if that's the case!" Dumbledore smiled even more, and then his gentle eyes moved away from Carl to Fudge, "Connelly, although it's getting late.

But I suppose you'd come all the way from the Ministry of Magic and wouldn't mind spending a little more time learning how this wonderful adventure started?

Don't you wonder how Sirius escaped from Azkaban? This is the first time, even I can't figure it out!

Therefore, the file of this case should be more detailed in order to prevent it from happening again..."

Fudge's face became a little ugly, and he vaguely felt something bad from Dumbledore's words. But it happened to be a legitimate reason, so he couldn't refuse at all.

Dumbledore is not easy to fool this old ghost!

"I think it's necessary, too!" Fudge had a subtle expression on his face, and he wanted to see what tricks Dumbledore was up to.

"In the name of the master of time, go back in time!" Karl said silently in his heart, and the power of the Philosopher's Stone gradually spread to his whole body.

He slightly narrowed his eyes and brushed his right hand lightly in the void, causing ripples to appear in the calm void as if a stone had been thrown into it.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the harsh crowing of jackdaws outside the Screaming Shack entered the ears of everyone present, and the story began to reappear from the battle between him and Harry...

Carl was on the sidelines as a narrator, and the corners of Fudge's mouth began to twitch from the very beginning.

Damn it! Didn't you say you can't tell stories? What kind of trouble is this? !

But soon, Fudge's complexion began to become more exciting, turning blue and white at times. Cooperating with the content on the screen and Karl's vivid explanation, he began to feel glad that he didn't take Sirius and leave directly to deal with him that night.

Otherwise, he estimated that he would have to step down tomorrow, and maybe he would have to enter Azkaban...

When Voldemort's era had just ended, the Ministry of Magic threw Sirius into Azkaban without a trial and sentenced him to life imprisonment.

In the end, the culprit was someone else, who made him free for decades and forced Sirius to suffer the same amount of time in unjust imprisonment. Fudge couldn't imagine how the Ministry of Magic would be impacted by such news, and as a minister, he would definitely be the first to be pulled out to apologize to the angry crowd.

At the same time, Carl also gave Foggy a strong dose of medicine. He reached into his pocket and casually threw the mouse that Peter Pettigrew turned into into the ground. Anyway, with Dumbledore backing him up, he was afraid hammer.

The mouse screamed miserably, but no one sympathized with him. Even his former master, Ron, was like this, with deep love and deep hatred. When Ron realized that the person he'd been talking to was such a disgusting bastard, he wanted to throw up.

"It turned out to be Animagus, no wonder it hasn't been exposed for so many years..." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and the old wand in his hand burst into a dazzling light.

Immediately, the rat screamed even more horribly, and quickly transformed into a wretched, bald middle-aged wizard under everyone's disgusted eyes.

Carl moved his fingers while his eyes moved. Peter Pettigrew's clothes snapped open, and on his arm, there was an extremely terrifying pattern - a ferocious snake crawling out of huge skulls, extremely complete. The Mark of the Dark Lord, and this is the standard equipment of every Death Eater!

Dumbledore glanced at Fudge, his attitude was already obvious at this moment. No matter how much Fudge thought about it, he would never have imagined that the truth of the matter would be like this, and now he couldn't help but get red-eyed...