Chapter 278 Politicians (Modified)

"Mr. Black." Allen said suddenly.

Sirius? Black was startled when he heard someone calling him that, and stared at Allen, as if he had never seen anyone like him before, even the two Aurors were also staring at Allen.

"Hand over Pettigrew, do you know what that means?" Allen said while walking around a bush with his hands behind his back, "You are free."

"I won't forget..." Sirius said in a deep voice, but was interrupted by Allen before he finished speaking.

"I know who you are, what I want to say is, think of Harry." Allen reminded.

"As far as I know, you are his godfather. In the event of an accident with his parents, you, as a guardian, can bring Harry a better life." Allen said quickly, "And Harry must Willingly leave a home that has not been kind to him."

Allen looked at Black and noticed for the first time that a real smile appeared on Black's haggard face for the first time. Come.

For a split second, Allen could see why he was so popular with Hogwarts witches in his youth.

Seeing Black nodded heavily, Allen shook his head with a sigh. Dumbledore would not agree, but Allen happened to have a way to solve it, but he decided to wait for Sirius to hit the wall first. If this group of stupid The Gryffindors couldn't figure it out by themselves, it's time to tell them.

After that, they didn't speak any more, and they kept walking out of the range where apparation was forbidden at Hogwarts.

Just after leaving Hogwarts, Albert and the others instantly apparated and arrived at the British Ministry of Magic.

Albert motioned for his brother and the Potions professor to follow him, and Lloyd followed them with folded arms.

D'Artagnan and several other Aurors escorted Sirius and Pettigrew away.

Albert didn't stop, and walked in a hurry. He took Allen and the others to the elevator and came directly to the door of the minister's office. He knocked on the door politely. After getting permission, the two brothers walked in and found that their father Owen Harris was sitting From the chair opposite the minister's desk, he watched them with a smile.

The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, wearing his usual pinstriped cloak, stood up and shook hands politely with the Head of Hogwarts Slytherin.

Then, he turned his gaze to Allen, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was smiling, Allen could tell at a glance that a storm was brewing in the minister's mind.

"You are Alan, you are really a young talent!" Fudge showed his white teeth, looking quite friendly.

"Thank you, Minister Fudge." Allen responded in a gentle and polite manner, neither humble nor overbearing.

This made Fudge really start to appreciate, few students have such a calm and generous performance when they come into contact with him, the Minister of Magic.

"You discovered Sirius and Peter, didn't you?" Fudge's expression softened.

Allen nodded, before he had time to say more, he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

A middle-aged wizard with short gray hair combed neatly came in. His expression was extremely serious, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a difficult-to-talk wizard.

He nodded slightly to Professor Snape, his eyes resting on Allen for a moment.

Allen was not afraid, and looked at him firmly, and finally Crouch looked away himself.

"Connelly, I have something important to discuss with you." Crouch said sternly, without a hint of a smile on his face.

Fudge frowned, "Albert, take Professor Snape and Allen to the lounge next door to sit for a while."

Allen followed Albert and left obediently.

This was a very large lounge. Professor Snape sat casually on a chair, his eyes dim and uncertain. He obviously had no desire to talk to Allen, and he was a little angry at the embarrassment just now.

Allen simply found a chair and sat down.

Flipping the "Daily Prophet" on the table casually, but listening to the movement next door.

Allen's keen sense of hearing allowed him to hear the conversation next door full of swords and swords.

"I heard that the Aurors captured Black who was at large and Peter who had been dead for many years?" It was Crouch's voice without any emotional fluctuations.

"Barty, your news is really well-informed, and we just captured them." Fudge's tone was mixed with a trace of dissatisfaction.

"I think Sirius should be thrown into Azkaban immediately. As for the little dwarf, it is very likely to be a counterfeit. We need to verify whether he has been under Black's confusion spell." Crouch said loudly.

"I think our Aurors are capable enough to judge whether a person is awake or under a spell." Fudge was rarely tough in front of Crouch, and he felt very happy in his heart.

"Furthermore, I ask the Council of Magical Laws to reopen the case, and I will invite members of the Wizengamot to attend."

"Okay, then I also request that if the trial finally proves that Sirius Black is guilty, then the slanderer must be tried." Crouch's voice became cold.

"Trial for slanderers?" Fudge wondered.

"I have reason to believe that this is a smear of my personal image. No matter what the final result is, I will be labeled as hasty judgment." Crouch's tone contained a hint of anger that could not be detected.

"Peterina is still alive, this is an undeniable fact, do you want to deny all of this?" Fudge accelerated his speaking speed.

"Who told you such a beautiful and moving story, minister?" Crouch asked calmly, as if he had controlled his emotions.

"Mr. Crouch, this is not a story. I have the responsibility to inform the minister of the truth I have discovered." Father Owen's voice sounded.

"Is this your Christmas present to the Minister?" Crouch joked quietly and unfunnyly.

"Then I'll give you a sentence as a gift." Crouch paused, "Timeo Danaoset dona ferentes."

The room next door suddenly fell silent, and Allen could have predicted that Fudge and his father must have looked at each other in blank dismay, puzzled.

Because this is a Latin word, which means: beware of enemies who give you gifts.

Interesting, did Crouch tell Fudge to be wary of his father, or was he wary of him?

Or is this Crouch's declaration of challenge to Fudge?

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Allen's lips.

After a moment's silence, Mr. Crouch took his leave and left the minister's office.

Allen could only hear a low, indistinct conversation. Obviously, his father was discussing with Fudge in a low voice.

After a while, Owen pushed open the door of this lounge and walked in.

"Professor Snape, it's a pleasure to meet you, even though it's in such a situation." Owen politely greeted Professor Snape first.

He was extremely polite in his speech, no different from the parents of ordinary students when they meet the school teacher - although he didn't know that his son had just tied up his Potions professor in a fancy way...