Chapter 127 The Wise and Great Minister Fudge (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 127 The Wise and Great Minister Fudge (3rd update~Please subscribe~)

Dumbledore looked at Peter's head: "Sirius knows all this, they used to be good classmates, but Harry, how do you know?"

"I have a brain." Harry was expressionless.

Sirius drank half of the wine in the glass again.

"During the summer vacation, Ron mentioned Scabbers - that is Peter's name when he pretended to be a mouse, and mentioned Scabbers' age." Harry explained, "After living for thirteen years, Hermione and I had some guesses."

"Later, I interrogated Uncle Lupin and found out that they were all illegal Animagus."

Scrimgeour's eyes widened and he subconsciously grasped his wand.

Three illegal Animagus, what a great achievement!

But he reacted quickly.

Two of them are already dead, and there is another one, whose achievements are much greater than those of illegal Animagus.

Harry continued.

"Peter is a rat, and everything matches up with Scabbers."

"Uncle Lupin and I caught him and have been locked up in the office. Professor Dumbledore, this is the little secret I told you before."

Dumbledore smiled: "You told me that you would tell me in half a month, and now it's almost three months."

"If I tell you, you will believe the Ministry of Magic." Harry shook his head.

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth: "Of course the Ministry of Magic is trustworthy."

Harry laughed mockingly.

Sirius also shook his head.

Lupin didn't show much expression, but he obviously had the same idea as Sirius.

"So, how did Peter die?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and sat up straight, staring at him with his sapphire eyes hidden under the reflective mirror.

"I killed him." Harry was very straightforward.

Dumbledore was stunned, as if he had let out a breath, and his sitting posture became loose again: "I thought you would make up some reason. After all, killing is not a good thing."

"But revenge for parents is obviously a good thing." Harry shook his head, "Professor, you surprised me. I thought you would still lecture me."

Dumbledore looked at Peter and nodded: "Of course, I always disagree with solving things with violence now, and I prefer to let the Ministry of Magic solve it."

"But this matter is a little different."

"And Harry, you are very good, you are different."

Speaking of these words, his expression was heavy.

There was a past?

Harry noticed, but did not say anything.

Scrimgeour was a little uneasy.

On the one hand, there is nothing in the world that is more legitimate than a son avenging his father.

But on the other hand, Harry finally crossed the Ministry of Magic and killed a person.

"Mr. Potter." He was entangled, looked at Dumbledore, and plucked up his courage.

Harry directly blocked his words back: "The Ministry of Magic can understand it this way. I discovered Peter's conspiracy. He wanted to attack me, and I had to fight back and accidentally killed him."

He paused slightly: "When you came over just now, the traces you saw were traces of my fight with Peter."

Scrimgeour swallowed back what he wanted to say just now, and asked a new question: "Then how can we confirm that what you said is true? Not the lies of Black and Lupin."

He paused: "I have to remind you that your uncle Lupin..."

"Is he a werewolf?" Harry interrupted him, his tone was urgent and impatient, "I have said I have a brain."

Scrimgeour was stunned and very surprised.

Lupin is a werewolf!

The kind of ferocious black magic creature that will assimilate into a werewolf if it bites.

He turned his head and looked at Hermione and Ron, but even these two normal little wizards did not show any surprise on their faces.

Hermione watched quietly.

Ron played with his owl.

Lupin only sighed secretly, and had no other reaction to Scrimgeour's words. He was used to this kind of treatment.

Harry took out a bottle from the Sorting Hat, waved his wand, and it floated to Dumbledore's hand: "I took it out of Peter's brain before I killed him."

Scrimgeour's throat choked: "Potter, you can say it was before I killed him..."

Harry turned his head, his eyes cold.

Scrimgeour tilted his head to the side, forget it, no one else heard it anyway.

"That memory?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Harry nodded.

"It seems that I have to inform Fudge." He waved his wand, and the contents on the parchment slowly emerged, "Fawkes, you have to work hard."

Fawkes was dissatisfied and called to Hedwig squatting on Crookshanks.

Hedwig flapped her wings, flew to Harry's shoulder, and cooed twice in return.

Fawkes barked even louder, reluctantly landing on the table, pecking Dumbledore fiercely, then picking up the letter and flying out of the window.

Less than half an hour later.

Fudge pushed the door open angrily, and his voice came into the room before his fat body: "Principal Dumbledore, what trouble have you caused me again? Black has pleaded guilty, how come he..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

He noticed the head on the ground and was startled. His face, which was a little red from running, turned pale quickly. He staggered back two steps and stopped when he bumped into the cabinet by the wall.

"Professor Dumbledore, what is your new hobby?" He took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Putting such a thing in the office?"

"This is Peter Pettigrew." Dumbledore spoke slowly.

Fudge's face became serious: "Student victim?"

"But didn't you say in the letter that Black was innocent?"

Dumbledore pointed at the table: "He is Peter Pettigrew."

Fudge was stunned and tried to recall this familiar name. After a while, he reacted: "Peter Pettigrew? Are you kidding, he is not..."

Harry interrupted him: "It seems I have to explain it again, Minister Fudge, sit down and listen to me slowly?"

Fudge looked at him and nodded.

After Harry told the whole story again, Fudge's brows twisted into a huge knot. He sighed: "Mr. Potter, you really caused a big trouble for our Ministry of Magic."

"Thirteen years ago, Black pleaded guilty. The result was confirmed. Now it is said to be false. Sirius is not the culprit."

"Oh my God!"

Fudge covered his face. He seemed to be able to see the headline of the Daily Prophet, mocking the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic. His approval rating has been declining again and again, and there will even be voices to drive him out of the position of Minister.

"Potter." After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Harry, his tone firm, "I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic is powerless. Peter is dead. If you take the living..."

"There is a memory." Harry interrupted him.

Fudge shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, who knows if that memory has been tampered with."

Harry calmly: "I took it out myself."

"Maybe Peter's memory was changed before he died." Fudge insisted.

Harry continued, "Sirius has never contacted Peter."

Fudge's eyes turned and fell on Lupin: "Maybe he has helpers."

He didn't point out who it was, but he said everything.

Dumbledore took his wand and knocked on the table, saying seriously: "Cornelly, you shouldn't doubt the professors I chose."

This time Fudge was very confident and restrained his sarcasm: "Yes, maybe I shouldn't doubt it."

"But it's been two years. Hogwarts, the safest school in the world, has had accidents for three consecutive years, including this year. The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts you personally selected in the first two years."

Dumbledore was speechless.

"So you are doubting me?" Harry said calmly, "Do you doubt me and help the person who killed my parents get away with it?"

Fudge was stunned and waved his hands: "No, that's not what I mean."

"Minister Fudge, it's a good thing for you that Sirius can get away with it." Harry held his head with both hands and leaned forward slightly.

Fudge was stunned: "Good news?"

"The Ministry of Magic is incompetent." Harry said slowly, "This is an indisputable fact."

Fudge narrowed his eyes, and some anger surged on his face.

Scrimgeour's face was not very good either.

"But the great and wise Minister Fudge is different. Since he took office in 1990, he has been committed to changing the Ministry of Magic and making it a truly effective institution for managing all wizards."

Fudge was about to curse when he heard Harry praising him, and he was stunned and listened patiently.

"And the first thing to solve is the past mistakes of the Ministry of Magic."

"Under the leadership of Minister Fudge, an incident thirteen years ago was found in which the Ministry of Magic fabricated lies in order to hastily close the case, and the truth was covered up."

"He was very observant and saw the incompetence of the former minister or the former minister, and quickly made up for it and found the real murderer who killed the Potters."

"Sirius Black, the only heir of the oldest pure-blood family, who had been wrongly accused for thirteen years, was cleared of all charges."

"As for Peter Pettigrew, he intended to kill Harry Potter while on the run, but was unfortunately killed by Potter's counterattack."

At this point, Harry paused and looked at Fudge: "What do you think of this, Minister Fudge?"

Fudge's eyes lit up.

The incompetent Ministry of Magic needs the wise and great Fudge to save it. The most important thing is that Dumbledore is not involved in this matter.

All thanks to the "observant" Minister Fudge.

"You are right, Mr. Potter." Fudge's brows relaxed, he smiled slightly, and stood up. "The Ministry of Magic's duty is to manage every wizard."

"We must punish every crime and ensure the safety of good people."

As he said this, he straightened his chest, like a truly wise Minister of Magic: "Rufus, bring Peter's body, oh, yes, and the evidence, the bottle of memory."

Scrimgeour stood up: "Yes, Minister."

Fudge's eyes rolled: "Where is Black?"

Just beside him, there was a muffled sound: "I'm here."

Fudge turned his head and looked at Black who was close to him. He smiled and nodded, and promised: "Don't worry, Mr. Black, the Ministry of Magic will definitely clear your name."

There is one more update, before ten o'clock!

It's a bit slow today, I will speed up tomorrow~