The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Just as Harry and Black were catching up, and Cyrus and Hermione were fighting, a letter appeared on Fudge's desk.

"The secret keeper 12 years ago was not Sirius Black, but Peter Pettigrew..." Fudge read the content of the letter, and the more he read it, the more worried he became. At this moment, he finally realized that his future was at stake.

He couldn't even find a chance to refute, because Dumbledore had clearly told him: Pettigrew Peter had been controlled.

Even the physical evidence and the evidence of the broken finger were all in front of his eyes, even if Fudge insisted on biting Sirius, it would be of no avail.

"Damn...Damn! Albus...Is this your Christmas present for me!" Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and the hand holding the letter couldn't help shaking, he was thinking about how to avoid public opinion at the moment.

The Ministry of Magic threw an innocent person into Azkaban for 12 years, and at the same time awarded the Medal of Merlin to the real murderer. It is simply a big joke!

Once it is investigated, it will be serious dereliction of duty! !

"Malfoy! Is this your identification?" Fudge pushed the letter to the opposite side, and leaned back dejectedly, making the soft seat squeak.

"Minister... Actually, this has nothing to do with us~ Think about it...Didn't Dumbledore ask for a court trial? You were not the Minister of Magic at the time..."

'yes!Back then, I was just the deputy director in charge of magic accidents and disasters." Fudge suddenly realized and patted his forehead, "The director at the time was Millicent Bagnor... I just led the team to arrest the suspects as required."

But then he got worried again and said, "But Black is Harry Potter's godfather after all."

"Are you still afraid of a teenager?"

"Afraid? You probably made a mistake...Harry and I have a pretty good relationship. I even bought textbooks for him this year. I just don't want to have a bad relationship." Fudge knocked on the table, "Don't get involved with the child. Go to him, what does he know..."

But this matter needs a few people to stand up after all.

Looking from Fudge's direction, besides Lucius, there are Shafik and other family patriarchs or succession candidates. They are all sitting together, and they seem to be uninterested in everything around them.

But that was okay, Fudge would keep them interested.

"Maybe I should ask Headmaster Dumbledore... when was the last time I asked him? Five years ago? Or six years ago?" Fudge muttered to himself.

"Since Barty Crouch lost popular support, Your Excellency Minister," the overly-dressed obese woman beside her told Fudge's answer respectfully in a high-pitched voice.

"It's been so long? But I had dinner with Albus before Christmas"

"That was three months ago," Umbridge immediately changed his words.

Beside Lucius was a sturdy middle-aged man, he looked very rough, with short short hair, blue-gray eyes, as if an ordinary person's head had been inserted into the body of troll blood.

"Fudge...we've already given you Bellatrix." With half-drowned eyes, he disdainfully picked up the letter in front of him with his wand, as if using a stick to remove dirt on the table.

"No no no, you're mistaken, my dear Sur Flint, her evidence is solid and ... against you, isn't it?"

"Unfavorable? If the Black family and the Lestrange family still exist..." He sneered.

"Anyway, if Albus impeaches me, you won't be much better off." Fudge put on the bowler hat that Umbridge handed over, "Okay everyone, I'm going to lead the prisoner now... I hope you get ready"

His appearance made Lucius frown, but Fudge just said hello to them: "So...see you next week~"

After he walked out of the office, Umbridge chased after him with small steps, and asked Fudge in a low voice: "My lord, why don't you just let them out? Just say it's about their testimony, and has nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic..."

"No~ Umbridge...Dumbledore's intention to usurp the minister is already obvious. The enemy of an enemy is a friend... Besides, that person is dead, so what big waves can they make?"

"Minister is wise!"

Albus Dumbledore's attitude has become more and more tough since last year. It's hard for Fudge not to doubt him. In his opinion... an old man can teach students with peace of mind. Why does he always focus on politics? What?

"It's nonsense to involve the Muggle government privately..." Fudge shook his head with a dignified look.

In his view, Dumbledore is simply messing around with the authority of the Wizarding Union, and will expose the Ministry of Magic at any time, trying to make the same thing happen in Britain as it did in the United States.

"Lucius, what does this idiot mean?"

"What do you mean? I just want to benefit..." Malfoy put his hand on the silver snake-headed staff, and stomped on the floor vigorously, making the office much quieter. "Everyone, he is very confident~"

"The more confident you are, the better it is for us... Fen Er, just bear with it." A lady wrapped in a black robe laughed.

"Alecto Caro is right, that's exactly what I meant." Lucius didn't take Fudge's words seriously, "He wants a scapegoat, so we'll give him a scapegoat, as long as Dumbledore is not satisfied." "

Things must be done in such a way that Fudge approves and Dumbledore disapproves, and the conflict between the two must be aroused.

"It's so pitiful~ The only heir to the Black family is a pure-blooded traitor... Tsk tsk, Lucius, why don't you let your wife swallow Black's family property, after all, she is Black's cousin"

"Besides, once bitten by that dog, you will cut off an arm"

.........

Fudge came to Hogwarts as promised, and he took the two Aurors, led by Dumbledore, to the underground darkroom where Peter Pettigrew was imprisoned.

"The interrogation 12 years ago has nothing to do with me... Albus" Fudge really used the words behind his back to prevaricate him, "If you really think I did a bad job, why didn't you apply in the name of the chairman of the Federation? "

"You know I don't mean that...Connelly"

Dumbledore said wearily. He looked at the confident Fudge and couldn't help twirling his beard. The former studious official of the Ministry of Magic had disappeared, and now Fudge was mixed with Malfoy and other families.

It's also a good name: this is restraining them.

"Then you always ask what's going on between me and those people?" His voice was unusually sharp, as if he was being harsh.

"You know they are Death Eaters!!"

"No~ Dumbledore...they are just poor bastards controlled by that man with the Imperius Curse, you don't have to worry about me." Fudge shook his collar, showing a bit of a minister's air.

"Who? The unlucky man under Voldemort's control is a Death Eater?"

Perhaps because of hearing that person's name, Fudge still couldn't hold on, and the aura of the Minister of Magic that he just took out was instantly weakened. He turned his head annoyed, and found a little wizard with his back facing them at the front door.

The impatience on Fudge's face showed, ready to reprimand him for what he was doing here.

"Little Cyrus? What are you doing here?!" Dumbledore took a step ahead of him, "If I remember correctly, it's almost curfew now."

"Oh~ Hermione is going to take an astronomy class, so I'm bored, so I'm going to look through the old stories, you know...Professor Binns is very interested in the new history of magic, and I'm also curious about Peter's psychology back then "

When Fudge heard the name, the expression on his face changed visibly.

"Mr. Cyrus? What are you doing here... This is not a place for a good student to come." Fudge smiled and said kindly.

"Where should good students go?"

"Library? Classroom? But it should be in the lounge when the curfew is approaching..."

"But I am also fulfilling the task assigned by the professor...Mr. Minister, if you object to my being here, you should go to Professor Binns to give your opinion. After all...the new history of magic is a very rigorous matter."

Fudge looked at Dumbledore subconsciously, and the latter just said softly in front of Minister Fudge: "Then I will deduct five points in advance... Sorry, Minister, I rarely participate in the professor's teaching"

"Boy, there's nothing to say...Peter is a traitor, Blake is an innocent, it's all the fault of the previous Minister Millicent"

The minister shook his head and warned, while slowly opening the door. With the click of the door lock, Fudge quickly picked up his wand, and carefully squeezed in to check his position.

"You're making it so easy... We should teach others a lesson and figure out one thing... Did Pettigrew betray a friend or take advantage of a friend...Right? Peter Pettigrew ?”

Cyrus just followed the calm principal and walked in calmly. With the leadership of the two, Fudge went in.

Several oil lamps were lit in the room, and because of the authority of the principal, the door locks cannot be opened by anyone without approval, so that even if it becomes a mouse, it cannot get out.

Pettigrew sat on the wooden chair, bared his teeth, and looked furtively at Fudge who came in.

But his eyes were fixed on Cyrus who came in, he didn't know how to answer...use?It's not like taking advantage of...betrayal by asking yourself?He doesn't want to admit it...

"It's persecution! It's that person who persecuted me!" Peter looked like a large baby shrunken together, his eyes full of fear.

Apart from what I revealed, even the Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse, Intuition, and Veritaserum can't help the Crazy Loyalty Curse. This is a request engraved into the soul.

"You know it's James' request, Peter...you can leave with a secret and turn into a mouse." Cyrus stopped beside Peter, grabbed his arm, and placed it on the table.

Now, Fudge saw the crippled palm.

Peter didn't know what to say, his mind was in a mess, he just kept asking for Dumbledore's forgiveness, and when Fudge announced, he cried even louder.

"Peter...Looks like I need to take back that medal...Oh, by the way, welcome to Azkaban"

"No, please, don't take it away, don't tell her..." Peter wanted to grab Dumbledore's sleeve, but it was too far away, and he could only humbly grab Cyrus' dangling sleeve.

Maybe he knew that there was no escape from Azkaban, so he could only retreat.

"who is she?"

It wasn't the first time Cyrus had come, but it was the first time the word 'she' was heard from a post-confession Peter.

"My mother... please, she is innocent... Headmaster Dumbledore, you never hurt innocent people, do you? Don't let her know about it"

"But if the world didn't know, Black wouldn't wash the stains off his body, Peter...you should have thought of it earlier," Dumbledore said to him with emotion.

"The truth...Peter, tell me in detail." Cyrus recorded something on a piece of white paper while listening to his sobs, "You have been hiding for 12 years, not just to avoid Azka Ben's Black"

"Yes, Death Eaters! I said it all... I really did it to hide from the Death Eaters..."

"Nonsense! The Death Eaters are all dead, or they have been captured. You just want to murder Harry..." Fudge snapped his fingers and urged.

"Wait...wait! How could I harm Harry...I can't possibly harm him!" Peter was suppressed by the two Aurors with a spell, and dragged away, "Principal Dumbledore, Sailor What I said was true, and what Blake said was true..."

Cyrus gently placed the board with the paper on the table, raised his hand, and spread his palm slightly, the Force temporarily held Peter back.

"You're just in the way." An Auror pulled out his wand and pointed it at Cyrus.

"Gentlemen, can I ask Pettigrew to finish all the 12 years?" Cyrus said calmly, but slightly nodded to Fudge, "Don't forget...you are with Muggles. The government has cooperated”

"What do you mean?" Fudge frowned.

"Meaning, the record will be on the Muggle Prime Minister's desk the next day"

Black's arrest mission was the cooperation between Fudge and the Prime Minister, so the Muggle Prime Minister should know the whole truth and the exact process.

Muggles need explanations, and wizards need the truth.

(Start in the early morning! Squeaky!!!)