This Hogwarts is not normal

The Ministry of Magic is as efficient as ever, but this time it actually prepared breakfast in a humane way.

This is not a good sign.

Sure enough, the conversation between Scrimgeour, Fudge and Sirius did not end until noon, and it seemed that the whole day would be spent in it.

In the reception room opposite them, Umbridge was glaring at Snape with a ferocious face.

Even if Mag and Lupine were unhappy in their hearts before, they would not show it clearly on their faces.

But this unsightly potions professor had a dark face from the moment he came in, and even refused to answer questions from her, a senior deputy minister.

"I ask again, Professor Snape, do you believe that Sirius Black is innocent? Was he framed by Peter Pettigrew?"

Snape was still extremely gloomy, "I refuse to answer your question."

Umbridge was so angry that the thick foundation on her face was about to crack, "Okay, very good."

Of course she didn't know about Snape's grudges with those two people, and even if she knew, it probably wouldn't change anything.

"Professor, you can go out now."

Judging from her expression as if she was about to eat someone, I'm afraid things aren't over yet.

If there was a chance, she should let Snape, who had just left, confess from his heart.

"Knock knock——"

Umbridge calmed down a little and said, "Come in."

This time it's Vincent.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Wayne."

The way she was holding in her breath and huffing and puffing really looked like a toad.

Vincent, who was in serious physical and mental discomfort, sat across from her. He never dared to face her, as if he was very afraid of being disgusted.

Seeing him fidgeting, Umbridge immediately realized that there was something wrong with her expression management.

She smiled what she thought was a sweet smile and said, "Mr. Wayne, this is just a routine inquiry. We can relax a little."

Vincent was about to vomit, so he forced a smile and said, "I will."

For someone who feels so good about himself, Hogwarts' top social worker is almost overwhelmed.

Umbridge thought he was afraid of being held accountable by the Ministry of Magic, so her tone became much gentler.

"Mr. Wayne, please rest assured that we will not pursue you for the losses caused when capturing Peter Pettigrew."

She originally spoke with a high voice, and with this tone of voice that was both disgusting and disgusting, it had risen to a whole new level.

Vincent pinched his thigh, "This... this is really great."

Merlin, please come and save this weak, pitiful and helpless little wizard.

"Then let's get started, Mr. Wayne."

"Okay...ok."

Half an hour later, Vincent walked out of the reception room in a daze.

The three little wizards sitting and waiting in the corridor outside were dumbfounded.

Hermione walked towards him anxiously, "How is it?"

"Now I just want to cast a forgetting spell on myself."

Her long eyelashes were beating crazily.

Anyone who reaches the ultimate in any field can be called a master.

And the pink toad inside is a well-deserved master of disgust.

Harry and Ron watched Hermione walk into the drawing room with sympathetic faces.

Another half hour passed, and she walked out with the same dull expression as Vincent's.

Harry swallowed, "Are you okay?"

"Now I just want to cast a forgetting spell on myself."

Ron slumped down on the chair, "It's over, she will definitely become my nightmare..."

Harry looked at Hermione walking towards the hall in a daze, took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the drawing room.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Potter." Umbridge's mental damage came.

While he was enduring the torture, the conversation in the reception room opposite was interrupted by an Auror.

"He's awake?" Scrimgeour looked at Fudge.

The latter paused the conversation with understanding and walked out of the reception room with him.

Sirius's face suddenly turned cold.

The evidence is conclusive and the shameful betrayer cannot escape.

Want him, the victim, to put in a good word for the Ministry of Magic?

He couldn't do something that went against his conscience.

The waiting time was quite long, so Sirius simply squinted his eyes and fell asleep for a while.

Maybe it was a nightmare, he woke up quickly.

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was now 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I didn't know how long it would take to interrogate Peter Pettigrew.

Just when he was about to squint and sleep for a while, Fudge and Scrimgeour came back.

Their attitudes were even better than before. It seemed that they had confirmed the truth from Peter Pettigrew, who knew he could not escape.

Fudge still had a hypocritical smile on his face, "Mr. Black, we have figured out what happened back then, and will officially announce the truth to the outside world in the near future to completely wash away your many years of grievances."

Sirius frowned slightly.

Just as he thought, Fudge wanted to use him to restore the public's trust in the Ministry of Magic, and if he guessed correctly, there should be generous compensation.

After 12 years of unjust imprisonment, the most precious time was wasted. Who can simply let go?

"I don't care about my own reputation at all. I just want that shameful betrayer to receive the punishment he deserves."

Fudge showed a look that was indeed the case.

If he wants Sirius to cooperate with him, it seems he will have to take some strong medicine.

"Mr. Black, you are Harry's godfather, right?"

Scrimgeour's expression suddenly turned unpleasant.

At best, it is persuasion; at worst, it is a threat.

Seeing Sirius' eyes starting to waver, Fudge quickly struck while the iron was hot,

"Please think about it seriously, you may not care about your reputation, but what about Harry? How will everyone view your relationship with him?"

The truth will be officially announced to the public soon. How long will this be?

To completely wash away years of grievances, how thorough is this?

This was a deal that Sirius couldn't refuse, and he had been calculated to death from the moment he walked into this reception room.

Scrimgeour lowered his head, as if trying to pretend he couldn't see.

Fudge finally showed his ugly face in order to keep his power, but he always remained silent.

The more Sirius struggles, the more guilty he may feel in his heart.

But no matter what, the resolute and resolute Auror Office Director is no longer around.

For the sake of the dignity and authority of the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour finally chose to compromise.

Sirius also chose to compromise for Harry, "What do you want from me?"

Fudge was ecstatic, "Mr. Black, the Ministry of Magic needs a clear attitude from you."

The victims who have been wronged for 12 years have come out to express their position. What else can the people who have been diverted think?

People will always make mistakes, let alone the huge and complex Ministry of Magic.

However, under the wise leadership of Minister Fudge, Sirius's unjust case was vindicated, and Peter Pettigrew, the real culprit, received the punishment he deserved.

By reversing the negative image, the public support lost some time ago will bottom out and rebound.

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