Hogwarts Survival Sim

I have to say that when Fudge gets serious, the Ministry of Magic's work efficiency is still acceptable.

Because just three days later, the front page of the Daily Prophet was filled with Fudge's face filled with a confident smile.

"When Sirius Black was accused by everyone of being a fugitive with heinous crimes, Minister Fudge was keenly aware of the problem." Ron read the newspaper in his hand in a strange tone.

"The minister said: 'It was I who personally arrested Sirius Black 12 years ago. At that time, I thought there might be some hidden secrets in this matter. But what I didn't expect was that the Ministry of Magic directly arrested Sirius Black without a trial. He threw himself into Azkaban.'"

"I think the Minister can give us divination lessons instead of Professor Trelawney." Ron complained speechlessly, "If it weren't for Ethan and Harry, I guess they would still be wandering around now."

"You can't say that, Ron." Harry didn't care about these things at all, he was in an extremely good mood now, "And it is indeed Peter Pettigrew captured by the Ministry of Magic, isn't it?"

"Isn't that also Ethan's idea?" Another Ginny who also couldn't stand it said angrily, "As a result, the entire report didn't even show your two names, but only used the words 'Hogwarts'." A student was taken care of in one stroke."

"I think this is good," Harry persuaded them with a smile. "I care more about Sirius' reputation being restored than the fact that it's in the newspaper. And as you know, he is my godfather."

"So you can live with him?" Hearing this, Ron also became excited, "This way you don't have to go back to your aunt and uncle's house!"

"That's right! And Hermione was right again before, that Firebolt was really given to me by Sirius."

"Cool!" Ron was both envious and happy. "Sirius really loves you, Harry. Even when he was on the run, he never forgot to prepare the best birthday gift for you."

"Yes."

Seeing the happy smile on Harry's face, Ethan really didn't want to pour cold water on him.Even if Sirius has been cleared of his crimes, he may still have to stay with his aunt and uncle until he reaches adulthood.

However, compared to the original work, Sirius now has got rid of the shackles that bound him.To be honest, Ethan himself didn't know if freedom was more dangerous for Sirius with his character.

But he always believed that the current result was the fairest for Sirius compared to being forced to be imprisoned in the cold No. 12 Grimmauld Place.If he just moved from Azkaban to another prison without Dementors, then what's the point of everything he did?

"Ethan? Are you listening?"

Harry's call pulled Ethan out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." He shook his head, "What's wrong, Harry?"

"Sirius would like to meet you. He would like to thank you in person, on his next trip to Hogsmeade."

"Okay," Ethan nodded, "By the way, you can come with us now."

"Ah! I forgot about this!" Harry patted his head, "I will write to him now."

Then he hurriedly left the activity room.

After Harry left, the others discussed Black for a while, and then left the Room of Requirement. Only Ethan and Hermione were left, continuing their translation work until dinner time. Great Hall.

"Should the translation be almost finished?" Ethan asked vaguely while devouring his food.

"Eat slowly," Hermione patted him gently. "It's almost done, thanks to your help."

"Of course, there are bonuses for the two of us working together."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly walked over.

"Mr. Granger," she said to Ethan, "after you finish eating, go to the principal's office. The principal wants to see you if he has something to do."

"Okay, I see, Professor McGonagall."

Ethan nodded, but in his heart he was thinking about what trouble Lao Deng had with him again.Haven't Sirius and little Peter already got it done?

Although he was a little confused, he didn't intend to affect his dinner, so he continued to make trouble.

"Then I'll go first, Hermione."

After eating and saying hello, Ethan walked to Dumbledore's office with familiarity. The stone beast at the door seemed to be accustomed to his visit, and rolled neatly to the side, revealing the upward stairs.

"Mr. Principal, what do you want to see me for?"

Before Lao Deng could answer, a portrait on the wall shouted first.

"Well done, boy!" Phineas shouted, "You saved the last descendant of the Black family!"

He obviously wanted to say something more, but was quickly stopped by other portraits.

"I can understand your mood," Principal Delis covered his mouth, "but please don't disturb Dumbledore."

"Thank you very much Phineas," Dumbledore said gently.

"Actually I didn't do anything."

"Humility is a virtue."

Lao Deng smiled and was silent for a while before finally getting to the point.

"Mr. Granger, do you know why Voldemort's Killing Curse didn't kill Harry as a baby?"

"Well, it should be Harry's mother who cast a very powerful protective spell at the cost of her life." Ethan didn't quite understand why Lao Deng asked himself this question.

"You are right, maternal love is a very strong protective spell, and this spell acts on the connected blood." Dumbledore seemed to be explaining to Ethan, or talking to himself. .

"I came to you today to ask you to do me a favor, Mr. Granger. Originally I was planning on asking Nico, but I think you can do the job as well."

"Please, Professor Dumbledore, whatever is within my power."

"Of course, I just want you to help me take a look at this spell," said Lao Deng, handing him an open parchment. "It is very similar to the ritual magic you encountered before, so I want to ask you to Please confirm it for me."

Ethan took the book and looked at the spell on it.Some of them were very abstract pictures that he couldn't understand for the time being.The other part is some traditional ancient magic texts, but there are translations next to them.

It was some long and thin handwriting that said:

[Father’s bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son;

The flesh of your servant, given voluntarily, may regenerate your master;

The blood of your enemies, forced to sacrifice, can resurrect your enemies]

Looking at these three lines of strange yet familiar spells, Ethan couldn't calm down for a long time.