Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Andre's wound looked scary, but after applying Phoenix Tears, it was actually nothing serious.

Madam Pomfrey applied some fresh poultice on him, and the bone-deep wound began to heal quickly.

Harry, who was still in a coma, was in a more serious condition. His body was not harmed, except for a red mark on his neck, which was left when Quirrell pinched him.

But as half of Voldemort's Horcrux, direct contact with each other placed a considerable burden on Harry's soul.

This resulted in that no matter what Madam Pomfrey tried, Harry could not be revived.

"Will he be okay?" Hermione looked at Harry worriedly and asked Andre.

"It will be fine. Didn't Madam Pomfrey say that there is nothing wrong with his body?" Andre replied in a low voice. Their school nurse was at the door, and he had just given Professor Dumbledore a severe lesson. , accusing him of how he could let several students suffer such serious harm in school.

Hermione pursed her lips and said uneasily: "But Harry never woke up."

Andre had no other way to do this. Just as he was about to comfort the little witch again, Dumbledore walked into the infirmary.

Following him were a group of wizards wearing strange clothes. If Andre guessed correctly, they should be officials from the Ministry of Magic.

Madam Pomfrey stared at the group of people angrily. In her eyes, anything that disturbed the injured should not happen.

But except for Dumbledore who smiled apologetically at her, no one else paid attention to the Hogwarts school nurse's anger.

"Is this the student who captured Peter Pettigrew?" A chubby middle-aged man walked over first, with a somewhat anxious look on his face.

Dumbledore, standing behind him, said: "Yes, Connelly, it was Ivanov who discovered and captured Peter."

"Oh! Hello, Mr. Ivanov. I am Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic." The minister immediately held Andre's hands tightly, and he shook them up and down vigorously. Said: "I have never seen a young wizard with such achievements at such a young age. You will definitely have a great future in the future."

Andre was not overjoyed by Fudge's words. He knew very well how unreliable the short, fat Minister of Magic opposite him with messy gray hair was. He said calmly: "It seems that you have already met the little one." Peter Dwarf, Mr. Minister."

"Of course, of course." Fudge didn't seem to want to mention this very much. He took out a dusty handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Then the matter about Sirius Black should come to an end soon, right? After all, he was wronged and suffered in Azkaban for so many years." However, Andre did not let go. Following Fudge's wishes, he immediately began to ask questions.

"Oh, well, I think the ministry needs to study this matter." Mr. Minister seemed to be sweating more and more, and the handkerchief in his hand was visibly soaked.

Andre continued: "I think if the public knew that Black was wrongly accused, the prestige of the Wizengamot would probably suffer a lot."

"No, this matter has not yet been determined. We cannot let it appear in the newspapers." Fudge obviously did not want this scandal to make the front page of the "Daily Prophet".

However, Dumbledore did not care about the reputation of the Ministry of Magic. He also regretted throwing Sirius into Azkaban without investigating the matter 11 years ago.

So he first glanced at Andre with approval, and then said: "Connelly, we all know that the environment in Azkaban is not good for anyone. No matter what, we have to put Sirius first. Bring it out and talk about it later."

"But...but..." Fudge was still hesitating.

But Dumbledore immediately said seriously: "There is no room for negotiation in this matter. We are already very sorry for Sirius and cannot let him endure the dementors' torture anymore."

In front of the greatest white wizard of this century, even the Minister of Magic's waist was not that tough. Fudge could only frown and nodded: "Okay, let's wait until I get back to the ministry. It will be done immediately."

"Besides that, I will submit an application to the Wizengamot to apply for a medal of the Order of Merlin for Mr. Ivanov." Soon, Fudge turned his head to Andre again, talking about this kind of thing , his expression was much more relaxed: "It's a little difficult to get a second-level medal, but there is definitely no problem with a third-level medal. I think it will be difficult for us to find an achievement similar to yours in an 11-year-old little wizard."

Andre had no desire for the medal of Sir Merlin, but he still thanked him.

"What about us?" Ron, who was still lying on the hospital bed, couldn't help but ask when he heard that Mr. Minister was actually planning to apply for Andre the highest honor in the wizarding world.

"Who is this?" Fudge asked Dumbledore, but he didn't know the youngest son of the Weasley family.

"They are students who followed Andre to capture Pettigrew. He is Ron Weasley, Arthur's youngest son." Dumbledore introduced: "This is Miss Hermione Granger. As for the child who hasn't woken up yet, you should know that he is Harry Potter."

"Oh! Potter! Yes, he also reached the school age last year." Fudge probably only reacted to Harry's name. He exclaimed and said nothing more.

At Pettigrew, the Aurors had obtained a complete confession. Except for the unjust case 11 years ago, Pettigrew also told everything that happened today.

Therefore, these Ministry of Magic officials knew very well that Andre was the leader in the entire matter. From the discovery of Pettigrew to the final successful capture of him, he was almost entirely responsible for it.

As for Voldemort who was defeated by Harry, these people had a tacit understanding and did not mention a word about it.

Logically speaking, Voldemort's return must be more important than a small star, but even Dumbledore couldn't convince Fudge to acknowledge this matter.

After all, compared to a wrongful conviction, the news of the mysterious man's return will not only have an impact on the reputation of the Ministry of Magic. If the public is reminded of the days when the Dark Lord ruled the British Isles more than ten years ago, Fudge will not know it. Can I continue to serve as Minister of Magic?

No one would want a mediocre leader to lead them in an era of uncertainty, and Cornelius Fudge was actually very self-aware of his reputation among the people.