Hogwarts Homecoming

The bright moon and the stars in the sky have disappeared. This is the darkest moment before dawn. The coldness and silence dominate the earth. The brightly lit Hogwarts is like a torch in the endless darkness, or The lighthouse standing alone on the stormy coast drives away the fear that erodes people's hearts.

"If I were to rank the events of the past twelve years and rank them as the worst, Dumbledore, before today, I can tell you with certainty that Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban , but now, something worse than this has happened!"

Half an hour ago, led by Amosta, Fudge and a group of officials from the Ministry of Magic stormed into the school hospital.

Regardless of Madam Pomfrey's solemn protest, under Fudge's signal, the resolute Rufus Scrimgeour sent his men to replace Professor McGonagall and the others, and guarded all the faculty and staff who entered the Forbidden Forest tonight.

Especially Sirius, who was in a coma. Nearly half of the Aurors, including Kingsley, were squatting beside his hospital bed and pointing at him with wands, while most of the other half were interrogating in an abandoned classroom Peter.

The general course of the matter, on the way from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, Amosta has roughly explained it, but after all, it is only his one-sided story, and Amosta himself used a The very powerful Fierce Fire Curse, even if it was to kill the evil werewolves, would greatly reduce the credibility of his own words in Fudge's heart.

However, when Dumbledore led them to Pettigrew Peter, who had died a hero for twelve years, nothing needed to be explained.

"That means Sirius is innocent!"

Amosta contributed his office. Fudge and Ms. Burns, who represent the will of the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore and Amosta, who represent Hogwarts, are discussing how to properly handle this matter. thing.

Dumbledore was sitting upright on the sofa against the wall, and Ms. Burns was sitting in a similar posture to him.

And Amosta, who didn't need to express his opinion for the time being, squatted in front of the fireplace with his back to the crowd, fiddling with the firewood in the fireplace.

Only Fudge, who was as big as a cow, strode up and down in the spacious office alone. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, but his face was blue.

"I understand your distress, Connelly—"

A hint of helplessness flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes, his voice was still steady,

"But we always have to face the facts, face the truth."

"the truth?!"

Fudge paused, and laughed angrily,

"Who cares about the truth, Dumbledore, is it Sirius Black, the Daily Prophet or the people of the wizarding world?"

After suppressing it for a long time, Fudge finally opened up the conversation box, and the glass of his office trembled with his ear-piercing yelling.

"--if Black cared about the truth, he should have told everything twelve years ago instead of letting himself be sent to Azkaban!

Do the Daily Prophet and the shareholders behind it care about the truth? They only care about whether there is something of interest to the public on the front page of the newspaper. If the newspaper can sell more, then the businesses that make brooms and cauldrons want to place advertisements on it You have to spend more Galleons!

Do the people care about the truth, oh, Dumbledore, they like funny stories, they like tragic heroes, they just like to see the Ministry of Magic suffer, well, now they all get what they want, only the Ministry of Magic, only the Ministry of Magic is down mold!

Stupidly, the Ministry of Magic awarded a Death Eater the Medal of Merlin First Class, and sent the hero against You-Know-Who to Azkaban, haha, how funny, the reputation of the Ministry of Magic is all over, in my hands! "

"Connelly—"

Burns had a solemn face, softly reminding Fudge to pay attention to his image,

"Precisely because things are difficult, we should remain calm."

Fudge stared at the floor and remained silent, while Ms. Bones adjusted her monocle, turned her gaze to Dumbledore, and said worriedly,

"Albus, Connelly's concerns are justified. If we can't handle this matter properly, the credibility of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot will be affected. People will no longer trust us. This loss is We can't take it."

In fact, with Dumbledore's experience and wisdom, how could he not have thought of these things, but the angles are different, the focus of concern is different, and some words are not suitable for him to say.

Dumbledore's half-moon lens flashed with light, and he stared at Amosta, who squatted there and poked firewood for a long time, making the temperature in the office a bit dry, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Apart from the sound of crackling sparks, the office was silent for a while, and no one wanted to express their opinions easily.

Sirius, who was lying on the hospital bed and fell asleep, probably didn't realize how much trouble his behavior had caused to the Ministry of Magic, and how much trouble it had caused to Dumbledore who wanted to save him.

Once the truth is known to the public, the Ministry of Magic will immediately become a laughingstock. This is a very serious political incident. Someone must be responsible for the damaged reputation of the Ministry of Magic. This almost means that Fudge will take the blame and step down. Fudge took the initiative to clarify the truth, and it was very difficult to restore Sirius' innocence.

"I'll just say it straight, Dumbledore—"

After a while, Fudge, who was in the most embarrassing situation, gasped and said,

"You have to order everyone at Hogwarts who knows about this to keep it a secret, Peter will be thrown into Azkaban, and he will be secretly sentenced to life imprisonment.

And Sirius Black the Ministry of Magic will drop his arrest warrant at the right time, I mean, after people stop paying attention to it, you know what I mean, he just needs to keep a low profile and live outside, Of course, the Ministry of Magic can pay for the wrongful trial and twelve years in prison."

Dumbledore didn't show any surprise, as if he had expected Fudge's plan a long time ago.

"It's not fair to Sirius, Connelly—"

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and said wearily.

On the other side, Ms. Burns was also very embarrassed. On the one hand, Fudge's decision was inconsistent with her personal style of conduct, and she could not support Fudge's approach. On the other hand, as a representative of the Wizengamot Jury , she must consider the far-reaching impact of this matter.

"It's his own choice, isn't it?"

With a gloomy face, Fudge said coldly,

"It's not that he didn't have the opportunity, not only back then, but he could tell the truth at any time in the past ten years, but he chose not to say anything."

Fudge paused, then continued,

"And, I don't think you've forgotten, Dumbledore, last September, Sirius tried to walk into Grimmauld Place, where the Aurors were watching. He caused a lot of damage to the Muggle world and made An Auror who spent a few days at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries deserved twelve years for that charge alone, and now the Ministry can choose to let the past go—"

"There is no evidence that the dark wizard who appeared in Grimmauld Place in London at that time was Sirius, Connelly, and I think you know very well now that it was not Sirius—"

Dumbledore said in a serious tone,

"I guess it's just a dark wizard trying to break into the old house of the Black family, trying to find Black, and then ask the Ministry of Magic for a bounty."

Cough cough, yes, it is me.

Amosta, who turned his back to everyone, smiled slightly.

The situation was at a stalemate again. Neither Fudge nor Dumbledore could give up their views, and Ms. Burns, who was known for her fairness, was caught in a dilemma for various reasons. This was a difficult game. If it continues like this, it is very likely that both sides will suffer.

Of course, Dumbledore has the strength to turn the negotiating table, but he cannot do so, which is in principled conflict with the beliefs he has always adhered to.

"Ahem--"

Amostar, who was choked by the flying embers, coughed a few times and muttered in confusion,

"Who presided over the trial and ordered Sirius Black to be sent to Azkaban?"

I'm sorry to everyone, it's been a month of bad time, and I will resume two updates today