I was expelled from Hogwarts?

After finding Tom's diary and handing Wormtail to Dumbledore, Rove instantly felt relieved and relaxed.

Leaving the principal's office, he still remembered the promise to go to the Ravenclaw Tower and chat with Shirley for a while.

It was really just a small chat, because not long after, a patron saint in the form of a tabby cat flew in and urged Rove to go back to his dormitory to sleep.

Professor McGonagall, a Gryffindor dean, went to the Ravenclaw lounge to meddle in the Hufflepuff students' business? !

Is he still the vice principal, the acting principal in name? That's fine.

However, Rove was stubborn and ignored her, insisting on chatting for a minute before going back to the Hufflepuff lounge.

This is his last stubbornness!

When passing by Snape's office, Rove also listened to the corner, he heard moans and screams coming from the room, and there seemed to be the faint sound of a whip being whipped.

It seems that Professor Snape is holding a classmate meeting with Pettigrew Peter, and they have an in-depth exchange of their "bitter stories" over the past eleven years.

Rove slept peacefully and didn't get up until the next morning. There must be no breakfast in the auditorium. He went to the kitchen to eat some special pastries made by the house-elves before slowly returning to the lounge.

Unexpectedly, at the door of the Hufflepuff lounge, he saw Shirley and Hermione, the two girls sitting on the barrel at the door waiting for him.

After seeing Rove, Hermione quickly stood up, ran to him, grabbed his arm tightly, pulled him towards the auditorium, and said in a low voice:

"Shirley and I have been looking for you for a long time, where have you been!"

"I'm having breakfast in the kitchen." Rove wondered, "What's the matter?"

"Dumbledore is looking for you. It seems that the Minister of Magic is here." Shirley said softly.

"Go, go!" Hermione grabbed Rove's arm and ran out.

"Fudge is here to take Pettigrew Peter away, not to take me away. He can at most talk to me about the details of catching Peter." Rove looked at the anxious girl and said with a smile:

"What is there to be anxious about?"

"You really think it's just like that?" Hermione had a mysterious expression on her face.

"Otherwise?" Rove raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there something else? You can't say that I caught 'Hero Peter' and you want to expel me?"

"Of course not." Hermione grinned and said, "Rove, let me tell you, you may be awarded...the Medal of Merlin."

Rove let out an "ah" in surprise.

Seeing the disbelief on the boy's face, Hermione took out a piece of parchment from her pocket, which contained dense notes.

"In the past few days, I went to the library to check the records of all the recipients of the Medal of Merlin. There are many cases similar to yours."

Pointing at the parchment, the girl said excitedly:

"Look at this... In 1769, Okto caught a dark wizard who had been on the run for eight years and was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class. And in 1823, Williams helped a condemned criminal reverse the case and prove his innocence..."

Hermione listed five cases in a row, she finally coughed her throat, and concluded:

"You captured Peter Pettigrew, the Death Eater who had been on the run for eleven years, and you helped the innocent Blake reverse the case. Peter was the criminal who attacked the students again..."

The girl raised her chin and said happily, "You will definitely get the Merlin Medal!"

"Is that so?" Rove couldn't help laughing and said, "You have so much confidence in me?"

"It's not that I have confidence in you, it's that I have confidence in my investigation!" Hermione snorted twice:

"A thirteen-year-old Medal of Merlin... wait, is it your birthday? I remember it was..."

"July 15th," Shirley interjected.

"That's right!" Hermione said excitedly, "The 12-year-old winner of the Order of Merlin, the youngest winner... Maybe no one will ever be able to break this record!"

Hermione took Shirley's hand and pulled her around Rove bouncing around excitedly.

Hermione had already begun to look forward to the day when the awards would be presented, and she went up to talk about her feelings as a friend. Shirley was infected by her, her pretty face was also full of childish expectations.

Rove looked at the two girls speechlessly. He had already started opening champagne for him before halftime, right?

If he doesn't get the Order of Merlin, can you pay him the both of you? !

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In the potion office, a group of people gathered to guard a chunky wizard.

The chunky wizard, wearing a velvet robe trimmed with ermine, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat under his arm, looked at Peter who was tied to the chair.

Peter, who had just finished taking Veritaserum, confessed everything... completely.

Fudge looked shocked when he heard it.

As a hero, Peter, a traitor, escaped justice for eleven years and was remembered by everyone; but as an innocent man, Blake, as a murderer, he was imprisoned in Azkaban and tortured!

Is there really such a magical thing in the world? !

It's appalling!

At this moment, all the Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials who followed were a little unbelievable.

But Peter was right in front of him, and everyone couldn't help but believe it.

However, as the Minister of Magic, Fudge's first thought was not to uphold justice and reverse the case for Black, but...a scandal!

Peter is still alive, doesn't it mean that the Ministry of Magic created an unjust, false and wrongly decided case that lasted more than ten years?

What a shocking scandal!

Fudge's face was pale, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. If the news got out, it would definitely seriously damage the credibility of the Ministry of Magic and affect his glorious image.

The truth must be covered up.

If you can't solve the problem, you just solve the person who raised the problem. Who discovered this?

Oh, is it Dumbledore? That's fine.

Fudge's face was ugly, Dumbledore was not something he could solve, at least not yet!

In the house, there was another witch, a short, fat witch with a broad, flabby face, and a big mouth hanging down.

The witch observed Fudge's face, leaned over, whispered in a voice that didn't match her age, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Minister, are you worried that this matter will spread and affect the reputation of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Uh, no." Fudge glanced at the witch and coughed, "But it does affect a little bit, right, Dolores?"

Dolores Umbridge smirked and was excited.

She climbed to the current position step by step only by trying to figure out Fudge's thoughts... She guessed it right again!

"It will indeed affect the image of the Ministry of Magic, but it will not affect your reputation. Instead, it will be greatly improved." Umbridge had a flattering smile on his face.

"What's that saying?"

"Think about it, when Black was arrested, you were still the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magical Disasters, and you didn't handle this case."

Umbridge helped the little black velvet bow on his hair, and said in a little girl's voice:

"At that time, Mr. Barty Crouch, then Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was in charge of arresting Death Eaters and subsequent interrogation.

He is the first responsible person, and he also created this unjust, false and wrongly decided case, which has nothing to do with you. "

Fudge was stunned for a moment, and suddenly excitedly said: "Yes, I remember Barty imprisoned Black in Azkaban without interrogation."

"Minister is wise!" Umbridge said in a low voice:

"You just set things right and corrected the unjust, false and wrong cases of more than ten years. Not only are you not wrong, but you are a good leader."

"Yes, you are right!" Fudge laughed.

Not only can this matter not be covered up, but it has to become a big issue, trying to attract Crouch as much as possible, and it is best to make him lose his position as the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department.

Crouch was Fudge's biggest political opponent back then, and Crouch was generally considered to be the Minister of Magic.

But Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr., was found to be a Death Eater before he lost his chance, allowing Fudge to pick up a big leak.

Crouch is still very influential and has a high position, and he has the opportunity to become a minister again.

Fudge must press him to death to prevent his resurgence... Now is the best chance!

"Batty, don't blame me for being ruthless. Who made us rivals? Only when you completely lose your chance can I feel at ease."

Political struggle is not sophistication, but fighting and killing! !

Fudge already had an idea, he looked at Umbridge again, and said with a smile:

"Dolores, you are really good. You are indeed my right-hand man. How should I reward you?"

Umbridge laughed, showing a shy little girl gesture and said:

"Minister, I don't have any credit for it. It's all because of your daily training. As long as I can learn from the minister's side... I will be satisfied in my life."

"Okay!"

Fudge said three good things in a row, and he looked at Umbridge, and when there was a happy event, he looked at her and suddenly felt that her features were beautiful!

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