HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The atmosphere was heightened to this point, and Fudge had no choice but to take the wand handed over by Newt.

The untied Peter took advantage of Taowu's attention to Newt, quickly turned around and broke away from her control, twisted his fat body and ran towards the door.

Can't be Legilimency! That was the only thought in his mind.

He was not that Snape. His Occlumency was a complete mess. He had to thank the Ministry of Magic for not using Legilimency on Sirius during the trial, otherwise he would have been the one on the wanted list.

But it doesn't make any difference. He can turn into a mouse anyway and hide in the Weasley house. Not to mention, the food given by their youngest son is pretty good.

When he was about to run to the door, Momo touched her pocket and found that her wand had been left in the potion store. It was not that she couldn't cast spells silently and without a wand, but in front of these two people, she still had to pretend.

It's not good to scare the elderly.

Harry saw her touching the wand and subconsciously handed his wand to her. He might as well give it to her. He was afraid that he would give the enemy who betrayed his parents a painful death curse.

This action of handing over the wand caught Newt's eyes, and he pursed his lips, not happy.

Before Taowu cast the spell, he silently and wandlessly cast a leg-locking spell on Peter. Peter's legs were suddenly locked, and under the influence of inertia, his upper body was still rushing forward.

His head hit the door of Fudge's office hard, cutting a spider web into the mahogany door.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, this is a new door that was just replaced last week. Last time, two brats from Arthur's family followed their father and blew a big hole in the door. Then the new door was replaced. Why..."

Fudge walked quickly to the door and looked at the cracks on the door that spread out like a radar with Peter's head as the center. The expression on his face was uglier than crying.

"His head is really hard. I really don't know how Ron was raised." Taowu crossed her arms and looked at the farce in front of her, and complained about Ron again.

Ron, who was playing wizard cards with Neville and Seamus in the Gryffindor dormitory, sneezed again.

He sneezed for the third time tonight. He touched his red nose and began to wonder if he had a cold.

Newt, who was much taller than Peter, picked up his collar with one hand and dropped the starry-eyed Peter in front of Fudge like a chicken.

Fudge sighed and pointed his wand at Peter's head. All the murders of more than ten years flooded into his mind, and the overload of information made him close his eyes.

Peter struggled painfully for a few times, but he was firmly held by Newt's hand.

Momo looked at Newt's thin and slender body, and the arm he was holding Peter. The sleeves were slightly rolled up, exposing a section of the arm. The muscles were beautiful and strong, and the blue blood vessels bulged slightly from the exertion.

The more I watch it, the more I like it.

Fudge opened his eyes, took two steps back, and looked at Peter with disbelief: "You were the one who told the secret to the mysterious man. You killed your good brother, and framed the blame on another close friend, and even Killed a whole street of muggles!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Peter, his body trembling slightly with anger: "You cut off your index finger to deceive the Ministry of Magic. You are so disgusting, you deserve to die!"

The truth had come out, and Momo had lifted the ban on Peter. After discovering that he could speak, the fat rat put his hands together and gave Fudge a flattering smile.

"Oh, dear Minister, I don't want to either, but if I don't do this, the mysterious man will kill me. You have no idea what kind of weapons the Dark Lord has! He is an out-and-out pervert. I do not know what to do."

The diary in Momo's pocket felt a little hot, and it seemed that Peter's accusation had set someone on fire.

Even if he has a chance to escape from prison in the future, he will definitely not be able to go back to someone else's place.

Then Cedric, who died young, would have lived a long life.

"No matter what reason you have, you should not sacrifice others to fulfill yourself. As far as I know, everyone thinks that Black is the secret keeper, and Voldemort will only look for Black." Newt's voice was calm, and his thoughts were Clearly, "He will find the Potters. It's not that you are threatened at all, but that you want to join Voldemort, and the lives of the couple are your surrender."

Harry's eyes were filled with bloody red light, and he stared at Peter, wishing to cut him into pieces immediately.

It was this guy who caused him to lose his parents when he was less than one year old, and caused his beloved godfather to be imprisoned for twelve years.

Fudge pressed his temple with a headache. He called to the secretary who came to the door: "Wilson, inform Ross and ask him to bring two Aurors to send Peter to Azkaban."

After hearing what he said, the secretary named Wilson looked at Peter in disbelief. The two children just brought him was Peter who had been dead for twelve years!

Mr. Scamander must have realized that it was Peter before he allowed him to let the two children go.

What to do, today is another day to admire Mr. Scamander even more.

"No, don't send him to Azkaban." Harry told Fudge through gritted teeth, his masseter muscles trembling slightly with extreme anger.

Fudge looked at him in confusion: "Harry, this is the murderer who killed your parents."

"Oh, Harry, if James and Lily were still here, they wouldn't have the heart to let you throw me into Azkaban."

When Peter heard Harry's words, he thought he saw life, but the next second Harry's bone-cold voice made him fall into the abyss.

"I want him to die. People like him should be executed. He doesn't deserve to live in this world. If I can't bear to throw you into Azkaban, then how can you bear to let my godfather and your best friend be in a dark prison?" Twelve years passed without people or ghosts here!"

He pointed his wand at Peter. The wand he had just handed to Taowu returned to his hand at some point, and it seemed that he was about to cast a killing curse on Peter in the next second.

Unfortunately, there is no death penalty in the wizarding world. The highest penalty is life imprisonment in Azkaban, so villains like Bella who are full of crimes are still alive.

"Sorry, Harry, I understand your feelings, but unfortunately, there is no death penalty here." Fudge frowned and comforted Harry.

Harry was panting and wanted to argue more, but Taowu took his hand and whispered in his ear.

"Promise him first and let him clear Sirius' name. Anyway, if you can go once, you can go a second time. We have plenty of opportunities to go to Azkaban to kill him and avenge your parents."

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and faced Fudge and regained his composure.

"Okay, then let him go to Azkaban and enjoy the kiss of the Dementor. Mr. Fudge, I need you to clarify for my godfather, Mr. Sirius Black, who has suffered twelve years of injustice. Injustice should be brought out into the sunshine."

Fudge frowned as he hesitated about the impact of publicly announcing such a massive failure of the Ministry of Magic.

Newt looked at the hands held by the boy and the girl, pursed his lips, and said to Fudge: "Promise him, Connelly, I will contact the Daily Prophet to write this clarification."

Fudge, who was still hesitating: You have to contact the newspaper, what else can I say?

Tonight, his head really hurt, and his brain was buzzing and hurting.

----split line----

Because I still have a lot of work to do, I still have some necessary social interactions, and I also have to play Nishuihan. I don’t have much free time, but I try my best to update two chapters a day. Thank you for your support, babies.

Also, don’t come to my place for sex with Snape. My good temper is towards rational fans and like-minded people. I can even stop reading this book and just stare at you and scold you. Don’t come to my place to gain a sense of presence. If you are not blind, read the introduction.