Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Peter didn’t stay inside for long before he walked out with a calm expression.

This was the first time that Tver failed to read anything from his expression.

“Has your Mouth Escape become so powerful?” he thought strangely.

But it doesn’t matter, no matter what Peter thinks, it can’t hinder his plan.

“How can I contact you after I leave?” Peter said calmly, obviously this was not the first time he had been an undercover agent.

“No need to contact me, just follow Voldemort’s instructions attentively.” Tver said.

Peter’s calmness was finally broken, and he opened his mouth in surprise.

“Do you really trust me so much?”

“I said, I want to believe you.”

Turville went over and touched Buckbeak’s neck.

Without wishing to disparage them, sometimes these animals’ feelings are very…direct.

The so-called bowing and other etiquette are only used to judge the degree of friendliness. As long as you can control the emotions you emit, there is no need for etiquette, and you can even do better than the so-called bowing.

“Let’s go, Voldemort is still waiting for you, your loyal servant, in the Albanian forest.”

“However, after leaving with Buckbeak, find a safe place and let him go. He will come back on his own.”

“Aren’t you afraid that the Ministry of Magic will review this hippogriff again?” Malvolio suddenly asked in confusion.

“Can you recognize Buckbeak among so many Hippogriffs? Hagrid just needs to change his name. Even if Fudge looks at every hair on him, he still can’t recognize him.” Tweel said angrily.

But Peter had no intention of making noise with them. He noticed that Buckbeak didn’t dislike him, so he climbed up and sat down without saying a word.

Tweel also let go of the hand that was stroking Buckbeak.

Sensing the message from him, Buckbeak’s slender wings trembled, spread wide, and then leaped high with his front hooves…

He flapped his wings and instantly jumped into the air, flying towards the darkness in the distance.

Tver watched Peter’s retreating figure until it disappeared into the dark sky.

“Pay attention to the dynamics between him and Voldemort at all times. After Voldemort creates a new Horcrux, we will then attack.” Tver said calmly to Malvolio.

trust?

How can there be so much trust in this world?

…

After solving Peter’s problem, Tver followed Malvolio easily, watching him rush to the principal’s office as if he was possessed by a drama.

“Minister, Peter has escaped!”

Malvolio was panting and holding his knees with his hands. If Tver hadn’t looked as if nothing had happened behind him, the scene might have seemed more anxious…

Fudge glanced at Dumbledore, who was also smiling calmly, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Why do these two people seem to be watching a show? !

But he still had to bite the bullet and continue acting.

“What?! Delis, didn’t I ask you to guard him? Why did you let him run away?”

Fudge hammered the table in annoyance, but the sound was not big. He didn’t know whether he was worried about Dumbledore or simply because he was afraid of hurting his hand with the hammer.

“Damn it, this case will have to be postponed!”

Dumbledore finally frowned.

“What about Blake? He is innocent, can we let him go?”

“No!” Fudge immediately shouted forcefully.

But when he realized that it was Dumbledore he was yelling at, he immediately shrank his neck.

“Well, I mean, it’s a fact that Blake escaped from prison, we still need…”

But Dumbledore unexpectedly interrupted.

“I said, since there are many people who can prove that Blake is actually innocent, you should turn the focus of your arrest to Peter.”

Fudge was choked. He wanted to say something, but noticed that Delis shook his head slightly at him.

Fudge immediately understood what he meant.

He had already acted less than kindly. If he continued to entangle with Dumbledore at this time, it would be easy for him to be caught fishing in troubled waters.

“Okay.” Fudge pretended to be a minister.

“Peter Pettigrew is now on the run, so we are not yet sure that Sirius was the real informer.”

“Of course, we can’t be sure that he is innocent. We need to wait until we arrest Peter and bring him to justice.”

“So, Black needs to be under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic…well, he needs to be summoned when the Ministry of Magic needs it!”

Facing Dumbledore’s penetrating eyes, Fudge changed his words in resignation.

Although it is not completely clear of the crime, it is also a good thing for Black to be able to walk freely in the magical world.

Dumbley

Duo finally showed a satisfied smile.

“Can the dementors in the school be evacuated? Peter Pettigrew wouldn’t want to sneak into the castle and attack a certain student?”

“That’s what I want to say.” Speaking of dementors, Fudge was filled with anger.

“Less than a third of the dementors I transferred from Azkaban are left!”

“I need an explanation!”

“The explanation is that your good friends tried to attack an innocent wizard, two beloved professors, and three, um, obedient and good students within the confines of Hogwarts.” Turville was surprised. Fudge looked at each other.

It seemed that he did not expect that the person he considered his nephew would speak out to refute him.

“Yes, I have emphasized to you a long time ago that those dementors are very unreliable and the possibility of accidentally injuring one of your own people is too high.” Dumbledore said in agreement.

Fudge stood up abruptly, as if he was turning a deaf ear.

“We will take away those dementors tonight. As for Black…you let him come to the Ministry of Magic to find Delis when he has time, and leave a record.”

He hurriedly pulled Malvolio and left the principal’s office as if running away.

Tver looked at his leaving figure playfully.

“I always have a feeling Fudge is going to cause us big trouble.”

“No matter what, he is the Minister of Magic.”

Dumbledore was also disappointed with Fudge’s performance, but as he was not greedy for fame and fortune, he knew that maintaining the authority of the Ministry of Magic was more important in peacetime.

“Stop talking about him, are you sure Peter will be on our side?”

“Of course I’m not sure.” Tver sat down as a matter of course and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice skillfully.

“There is no perfect strategy in this world. I just make more preparations.”

“Furthermore, even if Peter is really determined to follow Voldemort, with Voldemort’s suspicious character, he would not dare to trust him.”

This is a simple estrangement. How could Voldemort dare to hand over important matters to a person who may have second thoughts?

By then, it would be time for Peter to meet the God of Death, without Tver having to do anything himself.

Therefore, Peter had no choice at all. From the moment he betrayed the Order of the Phoenix, this was his destined future!