All things are three at Hogwarts

"Mr. Black." Allen said suddenly.

Blake was startled when he heard someone call him that, and stared at Allen as if he had never seen anyone like him before.

Even the two Aurors were looking at Alan.

"Hand over Pettigrew, do you know what this means?" Allen said as he walked around a bush, "You are free."

"I won't forget..." Sirius said solemnly, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Alan.

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

"As far as I know, you are his godfather. If something happens to his parents, as a guardian, you can give Harry a better life." Allen said quickly.

"And Harry must be happy to leave that home that is not friendly to him."

Allen looked at Blake and noticed for the first time that a real smile broke out on Blake's haggard face.

The change it brought was astonishing, as if a man ten years younger than him were emerging from behind that skinny mask.

In an instant, Alan could tell that he was the handsome boy who had taken Hogwarts by storm when he was young.

Blake nodded vigorously.

Next, they walked out of Hogwarts without saying another word.

Just after leaving Hogwarts, Albert and the others instantly disapparated and arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

Albert motioned for Alan and Professor Snape to follow him, and Lloyd crossed his arms and followed them.

D'Artagnan and several other Aurors escorted Sirius and Pettigrew away.

Albert didn't stop and walked hurriedly, taking Allen and the others into the elevator and directly to the door of the minister's office.

Abbott politely knocked on the door and after getting permission, they walked in to find Mr Harris sitting in a chair opposite the minister's desk, looking at them with a smile.

Allen couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart, and he also burst into an extremely warm smile.

The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, wearing his usual pinstriped cloak, stood up and politely shook hands with Professor Snape.

Then, he cast his eyes on Allen, with a faint smile on his lips.

Although he was smiling, Allen could tell at a glance that a storm was brewing in the minister's mind.

"You are Allen, you are really a young talent!" Fudge showed his white teeth and looked extremely friendly.

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

This actually made Fudge really start to appreciate it. Few young people behaved so calmly and generously when they came into contact with him, the Minister of Magic.

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

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

A middle-aged wizard with neatly combed short gray hair walked in. His face was extremely serious, and it was immediately obvious that he was a wizard who was not easy to talk to.

He nodded slightly to Professor Snape, and his eyes stayed on Allen for a moment.

Allen was not afraid and looked at him firmly. In the end, Crouch himself looked away.

"Minister, I have something important to discuss with you." Crouch said solemnly, without a trace of a smile on his face.

Fudge frowned, "Albert, please take Professor Snape and Allen to sit in the lounge next door."

Allen followed Albert away obediently.

This was a very large lounge. Professor Snape sat casually on a chair, his eyes vague and uncertain, and he obviously had no desire to talk to Allen.

Allen simply found a chair and sat down, flipping through the Daily Prophet on the table while listening to what was going on next door.

Allen's keen hearing allowed him to understand the dialogue going on next door that was full of swords and swords.

"I heard that the Aurors captured Black who was on the run and Peter who had been dead for many years?" It was Crouch's voice without any emotion.

"Mr. Crouch's information is really well-informed, and we have just captured them." Fudge's tone was mixed with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I think Sirius should be thrown into Azkaban immediately. As for the dwarf star, it is very likely to be a counterfeit. We need to verify whether he has been infected by Black's confusion spell," Crouch said.

"I think our Aurors are capable enough to judge whether a person is awake or under a spell." Fudge was rarely tough in front of Crouch, and he felt very happy in his heart.

"Furthermore, I ask the Magical Law Council to retry this case, and I will invite members of the Wizengamot to attend."

"Okay, then I also demand that if the trial ultimately proves that Sirius Black is guilty, then the slanderers must be tried." Crouch's voice became cold.

"Judge slanderers?" Fudge asked confused?

"I have reason to believe that this is a smear on my personal image. No matter what the final result is, I will be labeled as having hastily concluded the case." There was a trace of anger in Crouch's tone that was not easy to detect.

"Pettigrew is still alive. This is an undeniable fact. Do you want to deny all this?" Fudge increased his speaking speed.

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

"Mr. Crouch, this is not a story. It is my responsibility to inform the minister of the truth I have discovered." Mr. Harris's voice sounded.

"Is this your Christmas gift to the minister?" Crouch joked calmly and was not funny.

"Then I'll give you a message as a gift." Crouch paused, "timeodanaosetdonaferentes."

The room next door suddenly became quiet, and Alan could almost predict that Fudge and Mr. Harris must be looking at each other, confused.

Because this is a Latin sentence, which means: Beware of enemies who give you gifts.

It's interesting. Did Crouch tell Fudge to be wary of Mr. Harris, or was he telling him?

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

The corners of Allen's lips raised into an unknown smile.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Crouch took his leave and left the minister's office.

Allen could only hear a low, indistinct conversation. Apparently, Mr. Harris and Fudge were discussing in a low voice.

After some time, Mr. Harris opened the door to the lounge and walked in.

"Professor Snape, it's a pleasure to meet you, albeit under such circumstances." Mr. Harris greeted Professor Snape politely first.

He was extremely polite in his speech, just like ordinary students and parents meeting school teachers.