Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Mr. Black," Allen said suddenly.

Sirius Black was startled when he heard someone call him this, and stared at Allen, as if he had never seen anyone like him. Even the two Aurors stared at Allen.

"Hand over the little dwarf star, do you know what it means?" Allen said, walking around a bush with his hands on his back, "You are free."

"I won't forget..." Sirius said in a deep voice, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Allen.

"I know who you are, what I want to say is, think about Harry." Allen reminded.

"As far as I know, you are his godfather. In the event of an accident with his parents, you, as a guardian, can bring Harry a better life." Allen said quickly, "And Harry, too. Willing to leave the home that is not friendly to him."

Alan looked at Blake, and found for the first time that Blake’s haggard face had a real smile for the first time. The changes it brought about were astonishing, as if a person ten years younger than him flashed from behind the skinny mask. Come.

At that moment, Allen could see why he was so popular with the witches of Hogwarts when he was young.

Seeing Black nodded heavily, Alan shook his head a little bit sorrowfully. Dumbledore would not agree, but Alan just had a way to solve it, but he decided to wait for Sirius to hit the wall first, if this group of stupid Gryffindor couldn't figure it out by himself, so let me tell them later.

Next, they didn't speak any more, and kept walking out of the range where Hogwarts forbids Apparition.

Just after leaving Hogwarts, Albert and the others apparated instantly and came to the British Ministry of Magic.

Albert motioned to his brother and the potions professor to follow him, and Lloyd followed behind them with his arms folded.

Dardanian and the other Aurors escorted Sirius and Pettigrew to leave.

Albert did not stop and walked in a hurry. He took Allen and the others on the elevator and went directly to the door of the minister's office. He knocked politely. After getting permission, the two brothers walked in and found that his father Owen Harris was sitting. On the chair opposite the minister's desk, he looked at them with a smile.

Connelly Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, wearing the pinstripe cloak he usually wears, stood up and politely shook hands with the dean of Hogwarts Slytherin.

Then, his gaze turned to Alan, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was smiling, Allen concluded at a glance that a storm was gestating in the minister's mind.

"You are Ellen, what a young talent!" Fudge showed his white teeth and looked quite friendly.

"Thank you, Minister Fudge." Allen responded in a gentle and polite manner.

This made Fudge really start to appreciate it. Few students showed such calmness and generosity when contacting him, the Minister of Magic.

"You discovered Sirius and Peter, right?" Fudge's expression also eased.

Allen nodded, and was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door before he could say more.

A middle-aged wizard with short gray hair that was combed without a mess came in. His complexion was extremely serious, and people knew at first sight that this was a wizard who was not good to talk.

He nodded slightly with Professor Snape, his eyes stopped for a moment on Allen.

Alan was not afraid, stared firmly at him, and finally Crouch looked away.

"Connelly, I have something important to discuss with you." Crouch said slably, without a smile on his face.

Fudge frowned, "Albert, you take Professor Snape and Allen to the next lounge for a while."

Alan obediently followed Albert and left.

This is a very large lounge. Professor Snape sat casually on a chair, his eyes vacant, his expression uncertain, he obviously had no desire to talk to Alan, and he was a little angry at the embarrassment just now.

Allen simply found a chair and sat down, flipping the "Daily Prophet" on the table, but listening to the movement next door.

Allen's keen sense of hearing allowed him to know the conversation full of swords and shadows in the next room.

"I heard that the Aurors have captured the fugitive Black and Peter who have been dead for many years?" It was Crouch's voice, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Barty, your news is really well-informed, and we just captured them." Fudge's tone was mixed with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I think Sirius should be invested in Azkaban immediately. As for the little dwarf, it is likely to be a counterfeit, and we need to verify whether it has hit Black's Confusion Curse." Crouch said loudly.

"I think our Auror has enough ability to judge whether a person is awake or has been spelled." Fudge was hardly tough in front of Crouch, and he felt very happy in his heart.

"Furthermore, I ask the Magic Law Committee to re-try this case, and I will invite Wisengamo members to attend."

"Well, then I also request that if the trial finally proves that Sirius Black is guilty, then the detractor must be tried." Crouch's voice became cold.

"Trial the slanderer?" Fudge asked puzzledly.

"I have reason to believe that this is a slander of my personal image. No matter what the final result, I will be labeled as a hasty decision." Crouch's tone contained a trace of undetectable anger. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"The little dwarf is still alive. This is an undeniable fact. Do you want to deny all this?" Fudge accelerated his speech.

"Who told you such a beautiful story, Minister?" Crouch seemed to control his emotions and asked calmly.

"Mr. Crouch, this is not a story. I have a responsibility to inform the minister of the truth." Father Owen's voice sounded.

"Is this a Christmas gift from you to the minister?" Crouch joked calmly, not funny.

"Then I will give you a word as a gift." Crouch paused, "TimeoDanaosetdonaferentes."

The room next door quieted down suddenly, and Allen could have predicted that Fudge must be looking at each other with his father, not thinking.

Because this is a Latin sentence, which means: to protect the enemy who gives you gifts.

Interesting, did Crouch tell Fudge to watch out for his father, or watch out for him?

Or, is this Crouch's declaration of challenge to Fudge?

The corner of Alan's lips lifted an inexplicable smile.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Crouch said goodbye and left the minister's office.

Allen could only hear a low, indistinct conversation, and obviously, his father was discussing with Fudge in a low voice.

After a while, Owen pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.

"Professor Snape, it's nice to meet you, even in such a situation." Irving politely greeted Professor Snape first.

He was very polite in his speech, and he was no different from the parents of ordinary students seeing the school teacher-although he didn't know that his son had just **** his potions professor...