The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked at Peter Pettigrew with interest, as if he were watching some theatrical performance.

Peter's emotions suddenly lost control. He roared at everyone, his high-pitched voice almost piercing everyone's eardrums: "He killed James and Lily!"

He jumped up, pointed at Sirius with the missing finger and shouted: "Now he is here to kill me again! Professor Dumbledore, save me..."

When a person's anger reaches a threshold, he will suddenly calm down. Sirius was like this. He was in a state of extreme anger at the beginning. After seeing Peter and hearing his voice, his anger escalated to a higher level, but he himself calmed down strangely.

Sirius glanced at Peter indifferently, not bothering to argue with him, and just let him jump up and down.

"Can you tell me why you are willing to be a mouse for twelve years? I am not an Animagus, so I can't quite understand your thoughts - could you become obsessed with that feeling after turning into an animal? Mi Leva seems to often turn into a cat, but she doesn't act like a cat 24 hours a day, right?" Dumbledore interrupted Pettigrew's defense and asked curiously.

He looked like a curious student.

"Because...because..." Beads of sweat began to appear on Peter Pettigrew's forehead.

Sirius snorted disdainfully, "You haven't been hiding from me these twelve years, but you have been hiding from Voldemort's old subordinates, right? I heard a lot of interesting things in Azkaban, those die-hards of Voldemort Zhong Zai kept mumbling in his dream, wanting to find you and ask you to confess how you deceived their great master - Voldemort went to the Potter's house based on your information, and was defeated there... Tsk tsk tsk, not every Death Eater has been thrown into Azkaban, there are still many who stay outside, waiting for the opportunity. Peter, you should be lucky, they all thought you were dead."

Peter shivered, as if he was frightened by the scene described by Black, and also seemed frightened by the words Voldemort.

"I...I don't understand what you are talking about - it's normal for Voldemort's subordinates to want to take revenge on me, because I sent their most capable general, the one who had been infiltrating the Order of the Phoenix for the longest time, into Azkaban... "

However, under the gazes of Lupine and Sirius, the more he spoke, the less confident he became, and his voice gradually became smaller, and finally he burst into tears.

"Professor Dumbledore, how long do you want to watch the show?" Sirius looked at Dumbledore impatiently, "I believe you have come to a conclusion! If you still don't believe it, you can ask Snape to Come and give us both some truth serum."

Dumbledore nodded, believing Sirius's words almost the moment he saw Peter.

"Just in time, Fudge will come over in a while. I think this should all be over. Let's finish these things before Christmas."

Seeing Dumbledore's reaction, Peter wailed, then rolled his eyes and fainted. But no one in this room cared about his behavior anymore.

Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the wall and said to himself: "Fudge should be here too."

Sure enough, a few minutes later there was a knock on his office door. After Percy opened the door, Fudge and Professor McGonagall walked in together.

"Albus, there are so many people here -" Fudge's voice choked because he saw Sirius standing in the office, looking at him coldly.

"Sirius...you, you!" Fudge was too excited to speak. He took out his wand, "Albus, thank you, this is the best Christmas gift!"

He thought Dumbledore had captured Sirius in the house.

"Sirius is not the only Christmas gift, there is also this." Lupine dragged the dead pig-like Peter in front of Fudge, "Minister Fudge, I believe you should also have an impression of him."

Looking at Peter, Fudge only felt that he looked familiar, and when he recognized who it was, he took a breath of cold air.

"This, this, this..." Fudge didn't know how to describe his mood. Even as slow as he was, he knew something was wrong with the development of the plot after seeing Peter Pettigrew.

Dumbledore patiently told Fudge the truth.

After listening, Fudge froze on the spot.

"Merlin on top!" he groaned. Fudge now felt that Sirius might as well not have been caught! What he has to face now is not a simple problem like a fugitive.

After investigation, this is a serious dereliction of duty!

The Ministry of Magic threw an innocent man into Azkaban for twelve years, and at the same time awarded the real culprit a medal - they didn't even find out whether the man was dead or not!

Just posting such a straightforward statement in the Daily Prophet would cause an uproar, let alone a group of reporters who are good at mobilizing emotions.

What's even worse is that the person directly responsible for the Blake case was Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge's body swayed.

"Now that the truth has been revealed, I think it's time to restore Sirius' innocence and bring the real culprit to justice." Dumbledore said from the side. His voice was not loud, but extremely firm.

Fudge's face turned pale, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but finally nodded. Sirius and Lupine beside them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, feeling that the boulder hanging in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground. Sirius felt even more relaxed.

He had never said anything in the past, but subconsciously he was still very concerned about the identity of this fugitive. After the injustice was vindicated today, a long-lost sense of relief came to my mind.

"Should we call Harry over?" Lupine thought for a while, feeling that now seemed like a perfect opportunity to bridge the gap between Sirius and Harry.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and agreed to his proposal.

"So where is he? I'm sure you two can find him." Dumbledore looked at Lupine and winked at him.

Lupine understood, went to the corner and took out the Marauder's Map, looking for traces of Harry on it. But the more he looked for him, the weirder his expression became: he was surprised to find that Harry's name was not on the map at all!

Ten thousand hippogriffs raced through his mind.

Today is Hogsmeade's open day, and with the invisibility cloak passed down by James, Lupine immediately guessed that little Harry must have sneaked into Hogsmeade by himself.

Good guy, this is very Gryffindor, worthy of being James' child! he thought in his mind.

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The temperature has dropped, please keep warm.

Sorry, this update is a bit late. However, the debts owed will still be repaid, and the emperor is not a defaulter.