Chapter 126 Silver Griffin (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 126 Silver Griffin (Second update~Please subscribe)

Scrimgeour looked at Harry, then at Sirius, and the professors and students around him. He reached into his robes, his eyes fixed on Black, and said carefully: "Potter, I mean maybe there is something hidden in what happened back then."

"But Black is also likely to be a person who is very good at playing with people's hearts..."

"He doesn't have that brain." Harry interrupted him, "Now, let's go to Dumbledore's office, and it's best to call Minister Fudge as well."

"Okay." Scrimgeour nodded, "But Black must first..."

Harry frowned: "I'm very impatient now and don't want to talk nonsense anymore, Mr. Scrimgeour, he's here and can't run away."

"He must be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic." Scrimgeour insisted.

Harry looked at him coldly, not ready to pay attention, and took the lead to walk into the castle.

Scrimgeour moved his feet and stopped him.

Dementors formed a circle around the periphery, exuding a cold and desperate aura without concealment. Sirius was pale, and Hermione and Ron were not feeling well either.

"Get out of the way." Harry looked at him.

Scrimgeour waved his hand: "Catch Sirius."

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at him.

The Aurors hesitated and dared not step forward.

It was one thing to be unable to beat Harry, but Hogwarts also had Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard who put students first in his heart.

Scrimgeour glared at his subordinate fiercely, spat, and then stared at Sirius: "Harry, I know you are very powerful, and I know you can use the Patronus Charm."

"I'm sorry about what happened on the Quidditch field that day, but you should also know that your Patronus can't deal with so many Dementors."

"Don't make it so ugly, okay?"

Harry didn't say anything, made a hand seal, and put on a golden shield.

Scrimgeour waved his wand.

The Dementors got the signal and rushed towards the group of people excitedly.

"Don't hurt the little wizards. Catch the dirtiest one among them!" Scrimgeour ordered with a cold face.

Harry raised his wand.

His eyes were cold, like a pair of cat eyes, like knives.

The anger that could not be vented on Peter accumulated in his heart.

Great.

This is the Ministry of Magic.

He knew the reason very well. The chips piled up by these little wizards and professors were far less important than the reputation of the Ministry of Magic.

Even if it was only half a day, he or they couldn't wait.

"Scrimgeour, you really went too far this time!" Harry gritted his teeth, and the magic power in his body was gathering.

Scrimgeour turned his head aside: "Potter, you are still young now. When you grow up and become the head of the Auror Office or the dean, you will understand me."

The Dementors shook their shadows and passed through him, one by one, like the wind blowing, rushing in.

And winter snow, accompanied by cold wind.

It was crackling, freezing the whole winter.

"Expecto Patronus!"

Harry chanted the spell.

The wand in his hand was made of vine wood, and a powerful force responded from the dragon's heartstrings, and together with his pent-up emotions, it burst out like a volcanic eruption.

The silver-white light trembled.

Scrimgeour sighed, even now, he was still shocked that a third-year wizard could use this spell so well.

Even among the Aurors, less than one-third knew this spell.

And it was a lion.

The best Gryffindor, his patronus was a lion, nothing could compare to this...

In the silver light.

An eagle's head popped out, followed by a slender, strong lion body and a pair of broad wings on its back.

Scrimgeour opened his mouth wide.

The Aurors looked at him in disbelief.

Lupin and Sirius had shining eyes.

Silver Gryffindor!

Harry's Patronus changed, just like Dumbledore's, from an ordinary creature to a magical creature, from a lion to a griffin.

It spread its wings and swept away with a strong wind.

The Dementors were unable to resist this force and were swept away.

With a swipe of his claws, these things scattered in pieces.

Lupin raised his wand.

He called out his Patronus, a silver and handsome wolf, but compared with the ferocious appearance of ordinary wolves, it was as obedient as a dog.

Hermione also raised her wand.

The cedar wand vibrated, adjusting its breath to cater to her magic, gentle and smooth, like a trickle of water thawing after spring, allowing the spell to be cast.

"Expecto Patronus!"

The silver-white mist swallowed and exhaled, and under the influence of the griffin, it gathered with difficulty and condensed into a still somewhat illusory entity, a lioness landed.

Pounced on the nearest Dementor.

Sirius and Ron also raised their wands.

But it only spit out a cloud of thick silver-white mist.

The griffin swept across, and the large group of Dementors were quickly driven away, fleeing away in panic from the front.

Only a group of Aurors were left.

The griffin flew back, walked behind Harry, shook its wings, and lay down. Together with Harry, it stared at Scrimgeour with a pair of cat eyes and a pair of eagle eyes.

"So, now, Director Scrimgeour, can you go with us to see Dumbledore?" Harry's tone was very calm, as calm as the snowstorm that suddenly stopped.

Scrimgeour took a half step back, took a deep breath, and nodded with difficulty: "Of course, Mr. Potter."

"Very well." Harry put his wand back and inserted his sword back into the Sorting Hat.

He walked forward slowly, reaching Scrimgeour.

Suddenly there was a sound, and a punch was thrown, hitting him in the abdomen. The middle-aged man tensed his back, arched his body, and squatted down holding his belly, tears welling up in his eyes.

The other Aurors tensed.

"This punch was because I was angry." Harry pulled him to stand up with a serious look on his face.

Scrimgeour's face was still green, he gritted his teeth and held his breath: "Mr. Potter, I know you are very unhappy, but you can be gentler."

"If I hit you hard, you wouldn't be able to get up now." Harry said softly.

Scrimgeour turned greener.

After a while, he regained some strength and followed Harry tremblingly towards the castle. The Aurors behind him pretended to have seen nothing, whistling and pretending to patrol around.

Read the password skillfully.

They walked into the office.

Before Dumbledore could greet him, he saw Sirius, pushed up his glasses, and was a little surprised: "Black? Harry, is he the little secret between you and Lupin during this time?"

"You should tell me, he is still somewhat dangerous after all..."

Harry shook his head: "He is safe. You are his headmaster. You should know that he, well, you still have something in your mind. My dear godfather..."

Sirius almost barked: "Hey, Harry, I was in the top ten of my grade at that time."

In the office, a group of people looked indifferent.

Is it something to be proud of being in the top ten in grade?

Who here has ever fallen out of the top five in grade?

Lupine patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Everyone here has better academic performance than you."

Sirius looked at Harry, then at Dumbledore, then his eyes fell on Ron.

"I was fifth in the first grade and third in the second grade." Ron smiled shyly.

Sirius's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

How can it be!

He looked so ordinary.

"Eighth, ninth, people who sometimes fall out of the top ten should not refute." Lu Ping comforted him, waved his wand, and pulled a chair over, "Sit down and have a good rest. You have worked hard during this period." ”

Sirius sat down stupidly.

Crookshanks jumped into his lap and fell asleep on his stomach.

Dumbledore watched the scene thoughtfully.

Harry waved his wand and put the bag behind him on the ground: "Actually, the godfather is not the secret between Uncle Lupin and me, but this thing."

With two hisses, the ropes tying the bags flew away.

A human head rolled out immediately.

And the short, headless corpse in the bag was also exposed.

Scrimgeour's eyes widened, and he looked at Harry in disbelief: "Mr. Potter, you..."

"Peter Pettigrew?" Dumbledore was equally surprised. He recognized this person.

"Peter?" Scrimgeour's heart was turbulent, "Is it the hero Peter?"

Harry nodded.

Scrimgeour frowned: "But didn't he die thirteen years ago? In that explosion, he was blown away..."

"That's what this rat did!" Sirius gritted his teeth.

Scrimgeour turned to look at him: "That's not what you said thirteen years ago."

Sirius paused and lowered his head in grievance.

"If we go by what everyone knows, including Mr. Black." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "Peter only left one finger."

"This is such a surprise to me. Harry, can you tell me about it?"

He waved his hands and chairs flew around, beckoning everyone to sit down.

Another drink was conjured, his was still syrup, and Harry's was a cup of butterbeer.

"Thirteen years ago, the secret keeper in my parents' family was not my godfather, but Peter." Harry took a sip of wine and spoke calmly, "He betrayed my parents, and my godfather chased after him."

"Peter used an explosive spell to fake his own death."

"And the godfather thought he was the one responsible for the death because of his lack of brains..."

"Harry," Sirius begged.

Harry paused and immediately changed his mind: "For some reasons that are well known to us, he felt that he was responsible for the death of my parents, so he did not defend himself, and even took the blame for killing more than a dozen Muggles, and put Azka on the spot. Ban has been my home for thirteen years.”

Sirius finished the whiskey in his glass and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand and gave him a refill.

"And Peter has been lurking into the Weasley family, first becoming Bill, then Percy, and finally Ron's pet, eating and living with them for thirteen years."

Ron covered his face in pain.

"This year, Fudge brought the newspaper into Azkaban, and Sirius saw the winning Weasley family and the rat on the front page."

"So, he escaped from prison."