Chapter 226 A Beautiful Fairy Tale Needs a Perfect Ending

The next morning, even though Harry stayed up all night, he still got up early, went straight to have breakfast, and then went to the principal's office.

But Hermione didn't have such good energy.

She is not used to night tours, and she is not as physically fit as a witch, so she is still sleeping.

In the principal's office, Sirius was wolfing down his breakfast, while Peter Pettigrew lay unconscious on the ground.

"Ah, it's been a long time since I had such a refreshing meal." Sirius sighed, and stuffed another large piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Oh, what a great-great-grandson." Black's great-grandfather, Phineas Black, said loudly,

"Regulus would never be as rude as you! He is a hundred times better than you in every way! He is definitely the most qualified Slytherin!"

Several Gryffindor headmasters protested angrily, but Sirius made no rebuttal.

"Regulus...is he really dead?" Sirius asked softly.

Phineas was also silent. After a while, he nodded:

"Didn't you find out? The inheritance of the Black family belongs to you, including the only remaining house-elf."

"It stands to reason that you have been expelled. Only when the other male heirs are all dead, can you be eligible to inherit the inheritance according to the blood magic."

Sirius was silent for a while, then said softly:

"He's an idiot, always trying to live up to his father and mother's expectations, and ends up joining the Death Eaters."

"Now that he is dead, I will mourn for him, but not pity him."

As he spoke, Sirius took a big bite of the sandwich, trying to keep his mouth full to prevent other voices from coming out.

At this time, a fire suddenly lit up in the open space.

Fox appeared out of nowhere with Harry, and then flew to his little nest covered with phoenix feathers.

When Sirius saw the goddaughter coming, he was about to say hello when he suddenly realized that his mouth was still bulging.

He hurriedly wanted to swallow the sandwich in his mouth, wipe his mouth clean, and try his best to create a good image in front of the goddaughter.

As a result, Sirius swallowed too quickly and almost choked.

Harry hurried forward and patted him on the back for a while before Sirius slowed down.

"Thank you," Sirius whispered sheepishly.

The first official conversation with the goddaughter was so embarrassing, Sirius felt that he no longer had the majesty of an elder.

No, Harry has kept him as a dog for so long, and watched the short video of him and Lupine starring in the Forbidden Forest for so long, how can he have any majesty at all?

Thinking of this, Sirius' mood was inexplicably low at first, and then he suddenly improved a lot.

"Godfather, eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Harry said in a playful voice.

Sirius couldn't help but want to flick her forehead as a punishment, but Harry dodged it.

The principals who were watching the show on the mural suddenly laughed, and Phineas laughed especially happily.

Now that the last male heir of the Black family is about to be cleared of his crimes, there is nothing that makes him happier than this, and nothing can spoil his good mood.

Harry's words successfully eased the awkward atmosphere between her and Sirius.

Earlier, Sirius subconsciously wanted to stand up with his legs, but his mind was almost blank.

He didn't know how to face Harry as a godfather at all, and he didn't know what to say.

But with the playful behavior just now as a relief, the invisible atmosphere of embarrassment disappeared.

Even so, Sirius was still stunned for several seconds.

As a single mother-fetal existence, he never had a serious conversation with girls of the same age, let alone a junior like Harley.

After a long while, Sirius squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Harry, you...how have you been these few years?"

"Thank you godfather for your concern, I'm doing okay." Harry replied easily,

"Especially when I was eleven years old and had a magic riot, and mastered a few unique magics, my life was even better."

"Really? That's good, that's good." Sirius nodded repeatedly.

However, after finishing the only sentence, Sirius didn't know what to say.

Phineas couldn't help covering his face. He felt in the dark that with Sirius' performance and IQ, the Black family might really be on the verge of extinction.

Sirius still didn't know what his great-great-grandfather thought of him, and he was still thinking hard about how to communicate with girls younger than him.

In fact, he can also communicate, but either he scolded his dear old mother before going to prison, or he scolded his dear cousin Bellatrix after going to prison.

In terms of the national quintessence of England... As a resident of the depths of Azkaban for twelve years, Sirius really knows a lot.

But he really doesn't know how to communicate normally.

As for the girls in the same grade... It seems that Sirius didn't have too many exchanges with them in a very serious manner.

This made Sirius very uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to speak for a while. Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore showed up in time and gave him a hand.

The door of the headmaster's office was opened, and Professor Dumbledore strode in, followed by Professor Lupine.

"You two, let's end the time for reminiscing about the old days." Professor Dumbledore said with a serious face,

"Connelly will arrive at the office in a minute, and everyone who experienced last night also needs to participate in the communication with the Minister of Magic."

"At that time, I will be in charge of the communication, and Harley can make appropriate supplements."

"As for Sirius," Professor Dumbledore looked at Sirius, and Sirius immediately held his head up,

"Don't speak! Remus, please keep an eye on him."

"Okay, Headmaster." Professor Lupine nodded again and again, and a surprised expression appeared on Sirius' face.

As soon as Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, the door of the principal's office was opened directly.

"Dear Albus!" Fudge rushed in excitedly, shouting,

"I received your letter early in the morning, knowing that you have brought me good news. You have captured Sirius."

"So where is Sirius..."

The second half of Fudge's words got stuck in his throat.

He saw Sirius sitting at the table staring at him, and let out a horrified cry,

"Albus! Why didn't you control this dangerous prisoner! What if you let him run away?"

"He could hurt me...I mean, what if he hurt someone else!"

"Rufus, Kingsley, catch him!" Fudge waved his hand, and at the same time hid his fat body behind the door, revealing the Aurors behind him.

Both the director of the Auror office and the captain of the special operations team raised their wands, but they didn't shoot directly, but quietly observed Dumbledore's every move behind Fudge's back.

"Connelly, I think you can stay calm." Professor Dumbledore stopped Fudge as they expected,

"First, I want to correct some mistakes of yours."

"It wasn't me who caught Sirius, it was Harry."

"Besides, there are other secrets about what happened back then. It was Peter Pettigrew who really betrayed James and Lily."

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and Peter Pettigrew, who was lying behind the desk, floated up.

"Look," said Professor Dumbledore slowly,

"When Harley caught Sirius Black, he also happened to catch a man who should have died, Peter Pettigrew."

"Through judging some things, Harry found that Sirius was wronged."

"And after interrogating the two, we had to come to a conclusion."

"Peter Pettigrew was the traitor who secretly joined Voldemort and revealed the location of the Potters to Voldemort."

For a moment, Fudge and the Aurors were stunned.

"This...how is this possible?" Fudge had cold sweat on his forehead, and he had to take out his handkerchief and wipe it desperately,

"Stop kidding, Albus, you've probably been duped by Sirius, or someone else."

"No, of course not, Connelly." The expression on Professor Dumbledore's face became more serious,

"Give me a moment, please, and allow me to tell you what happened last night."

With that said, Professor Dumbledore quickly told everything about last night.

Of course, certain details, such as interrogation methods, become more legitimate to retrieve memories and browse them.

As for the innocuous matter that Harry and Pettigrew had another fight and beat him up, Professor Dumbledore selectively ignored it.

"Even so... Anyway... Leaving aside anything else, the reason why Sirius is willing to stay in Azkaban is too absurd."

Fudge's voice stuttered a little, and he seemed extremely flustered.

A principal with a red nose on the wall couldn't help saying: "It's just stupid!"

"If you can't do it yourself, you think others can't do it; if you don't have a belief, you think it's impossible for others to have it!"

"How stupid! In my day, I would never have allowed such a fool to graduate from my school!"

There was a sudden echo on the wall. Obviously, the old principals all had a clear stand on this kind of big issue.

But Fudge ignored them and just sent the Aurors out.

Those portraits are dead things with the thinking of the old principals of the past generations. It is absolutely unwise to compete with them. Whether you win or lose, you will suffer.

Fudge thought about it seriously, and carefully proposed another possibility:

"Albus, are you sure this is the real Peter Pettigrew? And his memory hasn't been altered?"

"Of course not, Connelly." Professor Dumbledore said seriously,

"I can guarantee in my name that last night, I checked Pettigrew carefully to make sure that he is Pettigrew himself, and that his memory has not been tampered with."

"If you don't want to believe it, you can also take it back to the Ministry of Magic and ask other people you trust to test it."

The expression on Professor Dumbledore's face became more and more serious. His eyes seemed to be able to see through human nature, and he was fixed on Fudge.

Fudge shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, Albus, how could I not trust you?"

"I'm just afraid you've been duped by someone, and you know that... some Death Eaters are too cunning."

In the end Fudge could only reluctantly say, "Okay, Albus...I'll take them back for a detailed examination."

"It's too bad, if this is true, we have to admit our mistakes..."

"And the credibility of the Ministry of Magic has been falling again and again. If this continues, my re-election... I mean, the peace of the magic world..."

"Minister Fudge." Harry said suddenly, "I think this should be a good thing for you."

"In the corner of the last section of the newspaper... what? My dear boy, what do you say?"

Although Fudge still doubted the authenticity of this matter in his heart, his political literacy still made him start to prepare a plan——

When the worst happens, how to minimize the impact of the plan.

He was suddenly annoyed when Harry's voice interrupted his thoughts.

But seeing that it was Harry, Fudge still showed an amiable smile.

"Look, Minister Fudge," Harry said with a smile,

"I heard from the godfather that you were the first to arrive at the scene."

"You perfectly handled the disaster caused by Peter Pettigrew on the scene, and brought Sirius back as a suspect."

"But the Director of Magical Law Enforcement at the time took Sirius directly."

"He didn't follow any rules, he didn't conduct an interrogation, he didn't listen to Sirius' explanation, he didn't even get the consent of the jury, and he put Sirius in Azkaban."

"Minister Fudge had doubts about this for a long time, and after Sirius fled this time, he found all kinds of doubts at the beginning, and successfully restored the innocence of the last heir of the Black family."

"I caught the murderer and you found out the truth. Good fairy tales have happy endings. The bad guys are about to die. Good triumphs over evil."

"I think it's perfect, isn't it?"

Fudge's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that what Harry said was very reasonable.

It doesn't matter that the Ministry of Magic makes mistakes, as long as the Minister of Magic doesn't.

And the more mistakes the Ministry of Magic has made in the past, the more it can prove the wisdom of the current Minister of Magic.

So overturning the case against Sirius is only good for him, not bad, and it can even hit that damned Crouch who has been against him all the time.

He was worried that he couldn't find anything to do with Crouch, so unexpectedly, he came to his door!

Crouch's biggest problem in this case is that he made his own judgment without going through the required process, without interrogation, and without the consent of the jury.

Although the direct imprisoning of Sirius Black in Azkaban was acquiesced by everyone at the time, there was no written document after all.

On the official record, only Crouch was responsible for this matter, and the jury members of the Ministry of Magic and members of the pure-blood family were not responsible.

As long as we seize this point to strike, we can highlight Crouch's stupidity and lower his approval rating, and we won't offend too many people. In addition, we can gain the friendship of many pure-blood families invisibly.

Simply perfect!

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" boss for the reward!)

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