Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 224
Be it businessmen or terrorists.

In any case, Karak and Avery ended up selling out miserably, and the reporters stood firmly behind them.

No way, who is called Cornelius Fudge is really not welcome.

Not only those members of the Ministry of Magic, but even journalists like them are looking forward to the old guy resigning quickly and giving up the position of Minister to someone who is really capable.

"There must be some misunderstanding here."

Qi's eyes were red, but Cornelius Fudge knew that now was not the time to be impulsive.

Who would have thought that those two scumbags would bring the reporters along.
The reputation of the Ministry of Magic cannot continue to be lowered, and if it is lowered, it will be gone!
"Misunderstand?"

Cornelius Fudge's change of attitude seemed to be a signal, and Avery narrowed his eyes.

"Then it's a misunderstanding that we "Death Bloom" took the stigma out of thin air?"

As a human being, can you show some face!

If possible, Cornelius Fudge really wanted to ask the other party this question.

After the prison break happened, the Ministry of Magic hadn't received the news yet, but the rumors came from Paradise Street first. If you say that your "Death Bloom" has nothing to do with the prison break, who would believe it?
However, under such circumstances, he couldn't speak easily.

"Ah."

Seeing Cornelius Fudge's expression, Clark knew that the fire was almost over, so he didn't continue to be "reasonable" and unforgiving.

"Forget it, forget it, we didn't come to fight, remember?"

With a red face, there must be a white face, and Karak knew this well.

After winking at Avery, who was equally human, he got down to business.

"In view of the Ministry of Magic's misunderstanding of our "Death Bloom", I, the head of business, Karak Borken"

Avery also answered.

"And me, Avery the Administrator."

The two said in unison.

"Decided to resolutely cooperate with the work of the Ministry of Magic, support [-] security personnel as a powerful force to hunt down criminals, and let light and justice shine on England again!"

What is this operation?
Cornelius Fudge and those Ministry of Magic officials were stunned.

At that moment, they even doubted their own judgment.

Could it be that.
This Azkaban jailbreak incident really has nothing to do with "Death Bloom"?
Old Fudge was also suspicious.

But when he saw the hypocritical smirks on Karak and Avery's faces, he suddenly became alert and smelled a hint of conspiracy.

No, this must be part of Sauron's plan!
Almost, even he will be deceived
Thinking of this, old Fudge felt faint uneasiness and fear in his heart.

The longer the silence, the more terrifying it is.

What is the "devil king" who has disappeared for more than a year planning?
What on earth does he want!
"What I want is very simple."

Klein raised a finger and spoke to the person in front of him.

"Just a glass of lemonade."

"Okay, a chocolate ice cream and a glass of lemonade, just a moment."

The young waitress smiled and left with the menu.

Dumbledore stroked his beard and couldn't help shaking his head.

"You're still too young to understand sweets. Wait until you're my age."

"Even if I were your age, I wouldn't like sweets."

Klein decisively interrupted the old man before Amway sweets, and said sternly.

"Are you sure Sirius Black will come back?"

Of all the escaped prisoners, Dumbledore was most worried about Sirius Black.

No matter what kind of actions that crazy man makes, he will not be surprised.

"He will."

What place is safer than Black House?
If it wasn't for Klein (tool man) last time, even he couldn't get in. If Black wants to escape the search of the Ministry of Magic, there is nothing better than that.

"Oh."

Dumbledore didn't know anything about Peter Perudi, so it was normal for him to regard Sirius as an anti-human, anti-social murderer.

Klein knew.

but.
He didn't want to say.

Pull out Peter Perudi, and you'll bring up a thriving 1.4-meter Dark Lord.

Too much trouble.

"Your chocolate ice cream."

It was rare for an old man to order ice, and the waiter couldn't help but look at Dumbledore a few more times.Feeling the sizing eyes, the old man smiled gently, just like Santa Claus.

"Professor, next time you are in the Muggle world, can you wear a certain amount of camouflage? Your robe and beard are really conspicuous."

How can a normal person wear a robe? In another 30 years, people may still think you are a character in COS, but now.
Klein helplessly covered his forehead.

"Really, I think Muggle clothes are very strange, um, this smells good."

Even Dumbledore would be curious about the Muggle world that he didn't dabble in. The same chocolate-flavored ice cream tasted different in the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

This feels so fresh!

Klein didn't speak, but looked across the street through the glass.

That's where Blake's old house was.

"Any little sign of trouble should not be taken lightly."

Dumbledore scooped up the ice cream with a spoon and said a word without looking up.

"Then you came to monitor yourself!"

Klein complained angrily.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

A big dirty dog ​​came running down the street
"coming!"

Sirius Black is a hidden Animagus, and Klein knows it perfectly.

Seeing the big dog, he didn't even have time to drink the lemonade that was just served, he took out two banknotes and put them on the table, and dragged Dumbledore out of the small shop.

the other side.

"Well."

Blake felt a little complicated.

He swore he would never come back.

More than ten years have passed, things have changed, and today, he has to rely on Black's old house to avoid being traced.
What an irony.

"Wang."

There was no one around, and Black's vigilance relaxed a little.

Undoing his dog form, he turned back into that tall, thin, scruffy man.

"Squeak."

With the blood of the Black family, the magic restriction at the door of the house can't stop him at all.Pushing open the door, he walked into the room, and saw the dark corridor again, and the portrait of Mrs. Black sleeping at the end of the corridor.

"cut."

Familiar yet repulsive.

Sirius curled his lips.

"Ding!"

He was just going to go inside to see if the damned house-elf was still alive.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang behind
"Ok?"

Sirius was taken aback and showed a nervous expression.

He entered the house with his front foot, and someone rang the bell with his back foot?
What a coincidence!
It must be someone from the Ministry of Magic.

Are you going to be arrested if you don't even eat a hot meal?

Sirius smiled miserably.

Perhaps, this is his own destiny.

(End of this chapter)