Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 227 Hagrid Cries in Confidence, Helayon Follows (Pseudo)
Hagrid's cries grew louder, and Professors McGonagall and Flitwick couldn't stop comforting him, but this seemed to add to Hagrid's grief, and he cried even louder.

"Let Hagrid cry for a while." Hera gave up, and he simply stopped caring about Hagrid.

There was a sudden, long silence, and then Ms Rostammer spoke with a certain satisfaction, "But he didn't manage to hide, did he? The Ministry caught him the next day!"

"Why, if only we had caught him," said Fudge bitterly. "It wasn't us who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, another friend of Potter's. He must be mad with grief, and he knew that Black Used to be the Potters' secret keeper, so he went after Black himself."

"Peter Pettigrew... that fat little boy, the one who followed them all the time at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

Hera smiled slightly, of course, it was Peter Pettigrew who was ignored by everyone, but the only difference was that he was the real secret keeper, the damned guy who made these mistakes.

But he doesn't have the idea of ​​clearing up the grievances of Sirius Black, and the current situation...isn't too bad, isn't it?

Although this is a bit too cruel for Black.But for Hera, Black has nothing to do with him, and there is no reason to help him rehabilitate.

Unless he was willing to contribute to the Black family coffers, there must be quite a lot of treasure in there.

As long as Sirius Black wasn't a fool, he wouldn't have done it.

The exchange was still going on, and everyone was full of regrets about what happened to Peter, especially Professor McGonagall, who was the most exaggerated, and she was almost crying.

"Worship Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall. "If you're smart, you're never one of them. I've been very mean to him. You can imagine how .

"Well, Minerva," said Fudge indulgently, "Peter Pettigrew died a hero. Witnesses—Muggles, whose memories we erased afterwards, of course—told us how Pettigrew drove Black to Jedi. They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!' And he picked up his wand. Black was faster than him, of course. Pettigrew was blown to pieces just like that."

Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said excitedly: "Stupid boy, stupid boy... he's always terrible at duels... the Ministry of Magic should do it..."

"I'll tell you, if I catch Black before Peter Pettigrew, I don't need any spells - I'll break - his limbs!" growled Hagrid.

No one would question the authenticity of his words, for fear that the angry Hagrid would tear them apart, but there were obviously some people who didn't believe in evil.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid," said Fudge sharply. "Only a trained striker from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad might have been able to beat Black if he wasn't in a corner. I was Deputy Minister of Magical Disasters, and I was one of the first to arrive after Black killed so many people. I—I'll never forget that scene. Sometimes I dream about it. There's a big hole in the middle of the street, so deep it's blown out the sewer pipes below. Dead bodies everywhere, Muggles screaming. And Blake stood there laughing wildly with the wreckage of Peter Pettigrew right in front of him."

"A pile of blood-stained robes and a few fragments, huh?" Hera finished the conversation, and at the same time stopped talking, because he found that Professor Flitwick, including Professor Flitwick, had begun to wipe their noses, and they made low voices.

"Well, you know the story, Rosmerta." Fudge said hoarsely, ignoring Hera directly, as if in revenge for Hera interrupting him, "Black was taken away by twenty patrolmen of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, and Peter Pettigrew was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. Oh, what's the noise?"

Suddenly there was a strange sound behind him.

"Oh, let me go and have a look, Minister." Hera stopped Fudge, got up and went behind the Christmas tree, maybe Hermione and Ron are still listening here! ?
In fact, there was no one behind the Christmas tree, but Hera trusted her hearing very much. He had just heard something clearly.

"Harry?" Hera asked in a low voice. He suddenly heard that Harry had an invisibility cloak. Where Hermione and Ron appeared, how could there be no Harry Potter figure! ?

Damn it, he should have thought of it a long time ago, so wouldn't Harry know all this?

Uh, if you know it, you know it.

Hera pretended to be stupid and returned to the chair and sat down. "It's nothing, it's just the little wizard's pet. Where have you been talking?"

"Oh, the minister was talking about what happened after he escaped," Ms Rostamer said.

"I bet this is his - oh - final plan." Fudge said vaguely, obviously this obviously involved confidentiality, and it was not something he could casually say to a tavern proprietress as a bragging capital. "There's a good chance he'll go to You-Know-Who. I must say it's a situation if You-Know-Who is still alone and friendless. But to give him back his most loyal servant, I shudder at the thought that he's going to make a comeback anytime soon"

Hera nodded approvingly. In fact, Voldemort almost came back to life in 1991, but there was a little accident. He was a rebel who fooled the 'battle-damaged version' of Voldemort. I don't know why Voldemort didn't suspect Hera. Even Hera worried that he was acting too weird several times.

"Oh, Hera, if you want to go back to the Headmaster, we might as well go back to the castle now," said Professor McGonagall, and she put the glass on the table, making a small, but small, sound of glass meeting wood.

"Oh, I think so, I need to meet him, because I will be spending my Christmas vacation at Hogwarts." Hera said humbly, her tone was quite sincere, and she even had an expectant expression on her face when Hogwarts was mentioned.

It has to be said that Hera's acting skills have become more and more exquisite.

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" squealed Professor Flitwick, "I mean - I like the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor too, but it's so exciting to have you back."

"Oh, brother, you are always welcome at Hogwarts." Hagrid patted Hera's back with his thick palm.

Hera whispered to Hagrid, "Hagrid, I'm in Beauxbatons"

(End of this chapter)