Hogwarts pet owl

"Momo, go to the Hogwarts kitchen and ask Flubby to make some side dishes. I want to drink."

Errol did not immediately answer Sirius Black's question, but ordered Momo to speak.

Momo and the house elves bowed and retreated.

Errol buried herself in the sofa, murmured comfortably, and then crossed her legs.

Sirius looked at Errol's behavior and couldn't help but frown and tilt his head -

Is the girl in front of me really that owl?

He is obviously twelve or thirteen years old, but his movements give him the feeling that he is of his own age.

"Mr. Black, did you just ask me why I haven't captured Peter Pettigrew yet?"

Errol asked in a tired tone.

It was a clear and bright girl's voice, but Sirius could hear the smell of a thirty-year-old royal sister. This sense of dissonance made him a little overwhelmed.

"Ah...ah, yes. Why haven't you caught that damn rat yet?"

Errol smiled and said,

"When the wine comes, we'll talk while drinking."

Sirius was anxious: "I want to know the answer now!"

Errol glanced at him and said nothing.

This look stunned Mr. Black.

This sidelong glance reminded him of Lily.

After graduation, as the person with the highest IQ among their gang, Lily Evans often looked at herself with this look.

This is what Lily does whenever she makes a fool of herself.

So what this little girl means is that I, Sirius Black, am being stupid?

Sirius felt offended and stood up suddenly.

"Are you looking down on me? Little girl! I want to duel with you!"

The stupid hair on Errol's head suddenly moved automatically, and the tip of the hair was pointed at Sirius.

"Whoosh!"

A red light shot out from Dumao,

The next moment Sirius fell back on the sofa, and the wand he had just taken out swirled and fell into Errol's hand.

"Mr. Black, you know that what I am best at is casting spells silently, without a wand and without hands."

Sirius rubbed his aching chest and calmed down a little.

Silent and wandless spellcasting is common, but what the hell is handless spellcasting?

The house elf's actions were extremely efficient. In just a short time, Momo had already arrived carrying an exquisite gold wine bottle and wine glass.

The wine bottle and wine glass came from Cassandra's treasury. Not only are they beautifully carved, they are also inlaid with various gemstones. The most amazing thing is that this wine set is also engraved with ancient runes, which can make the wine more fragrant and delicious.

Momo poured a glass of wine for Errol respectfully, and then stood beside her, ready to serve her at any time.

Errol waved her hand, "Go down, Momo, I'll call you later if anything happens."

Momo nodded: "Boss, if there is not enough wine in a while, we will bring it to you."

Watching Momo leave, Errol stepped forward, picked up the wine glass from the table and took a sip——

Ah~~~~~, human taste is better than that of owls! This is enjoyment!

She looked at Sirius and pointed to the empty wine glass on the table.

"If you want to drink it, pour it yourself."

As she spoke, she buried herself on the sofa again.

Sirius poured himself a glass of wine. He was not as leisurely as Errol. After filling the glass, he poured it all into his mouth in one gulp.

"Tell me, what do you think?"

Errol smiled as she sipped the wine, looking at Sirius with her beautiful eyes.

Sirius felt offended and looked slightly nervous: "You...what are you looking at?"

Errol chuckled and shook the wine glass gently, watching the golden wine swaying in the glass with a dazzling brilliance.

"I think you are too young to think about things as well as a third grade witch."

"Third grade little witch?"

"Yes, Harry's good friend, Hermione Granger, is at least three times smarter than you."

Sirius didn't retort, he just stared at Errol closely.

Errol knew she couldn't tease him anymore, otherwise this hot-tempered guy would really explode.

After all, he is his future partner, so he still has to give him the face he deserves.

"Not the time."

Errol's clueless words completely confused Mr. Black.

"Not the right time?"

"Yes, not the time. Now is not the time to capture Peter Pettigrew,"

While sipping the wine, Errol squinted her eyes slightly, like a lazy cat. Without giving Sirius a chance to ask questions, Errol directly gave the answer,

"Because of the relationship between Dumbledore and Fudge, there is no way to clear your name by capturing Peter Pettigrew now."

Sirius' eyebrows knitted together. He hated the Riddler the most.

Fortunately, there are many Riddlers like him around him, and he already has the means to deal with them——

That is to not ask and wait for the Riddler to reveal it himself.

"You made a big fuss at Hogwarts before. Not only did you alert the enemy, but you also clearly exposed yourself. Cornelius Fudge must have been very proud of his decision at that time, because he sent dementors to block you here."

"Haha," Sirius said disdainfully, "Can a dementor stop me?"

Errol shook her head, "Fudge didn't know you knew animagus. After all, you are an illegal animagus. In his eyes, you are just a turtle in a jar."

——Dementors cannot sense the emotions of animals, and naturally cannot track wizards in animal form.

Having said this, Errol secretly sighed. Professor McGonagall would never let her become an illegal Animagus, so there was a high probability that she would be dragged to the Ministry of Magic to register by the old professor in the near future.

After taking a sip of wine and shaking off irrelevant thoughts, Errol continued,

"Fudge thought he was going to catch you soon. But at this moment, the dementors attacked the little wizard on the Quidditch pitch, and your godson Harry Potter fell from the sky..."

"Harry! What's wrong with Harry?"

Errol glared at him dissatisfiedly,

"If you interrupt me again, I won't say anything,"

Seeing Sirius sitting back in a sullen manner, Errol comforted him.

"Don't worry, Snape saved Harry temporarily."

"Snotlout? Is he so kind? He is a famous Death Eater. He hates James, so he also hates Harry. After all, their father and son are so similar..."

"Shut up, Sirius, prejudice will only make you ugly. Harry has the same eyes as his mother!"

Errol said: "Snape knelt down and begged Voldemort to let Lily's family go. You can question his choice, but you can't question his love for Lily Potter."

Sirius exhaled a breath: "How do you know this?"

"that's not important,"

Errol leaned forward, refilled the empty wine glass, and continued,

"The key issue is that after the dementors attacked the students, Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic to have a fight with Fudge and forced the dementors to stay away from Hogwarts. So, let me ask you, if you were Fudge, what should you do now? What are you thinking about?"

Blake put himself into Fudge's perspective,

1. Due to my wise decision, I will soon capture the fugitive from Azkaban;

2. At this critical moment, Dumbledore forced himself to withdraw the dementors farther away on the grounds that the dementors were attacking students.

"Would he think Dumbledore was undermining his authority...?"

"Yes, you can even think a little deeper. Fudge will be worried that Dumbledore has ideas about the position of the Minister of Magic."

"Oh, Dumbledore doesn't care about that."

"But Fudge cares. More importantly, as long as Dumbledore wants to sit in that seat, he will probably get his wish. This is what scares Fudge the most. So Dumbledore asked the dementors to withdraw from Hogg What Watts did really scared Fudge.”

"Then here's the question, Sirius. If we capture Peter Pettigrew at this time and send him to the Ministry of Magic, what do you think Fudge will think?"

Sirius answered instantly: "He will be even more frightened, thinking that Dumbledore is attacking the Ministry of Magic, which will take a hit to his reputation."

"That's right. Cornelius Fudge is not a competent person. He usually has two ways to solve problems. The first is to let his subordinates handle it, and the second is to cover up the problem."

Sirius suddenly thought of something and stood up suddenly:

"You mean, if we send Peter Pettigrew to the Ministry of Magic, Fudge might find a way to cover up the matter... He... might even kill someone and silence him?"

"Yes Yes,"

Errol drank the wine in one gulp, put down the glass and clapped,

"Congratulations, your brain has not been turned into paste by Azkaban, and you can still think."

——One thing to say is that Errol spent a lot of time with Snape, and she inherited at least 60% of Professor Poisonous Tongue’s skills.

"In order for Fudge to 'thwart' Dumbledore's threat to his position, then the best way is for you to remain a fugitive, and Peter Pettigrew, who can prove your innocence, will either disappear forever, become a mouse forever, or become A fool who has lost his memory."

"We are in the wizarding world, and there are too many ways to keep Peter Pettigrew from speaking, Sirius."

Sirius gritted his teeth and said viciously:

"Then I will kill Peter Pettigrew myself!"

Errol gently tapped the table, and a house elf immediately brought new wine.

"I just praised you for being able to think,"

Errol smiled and said,

"Don't want to live with Harry anymore? Don't want to stand under the sun?"

"Don't worry, I will look for an opportunity where Fudge can't do anything to make things public."

"As for Peter Pettigrew...your reckless behavior almost allowed him to escape last time, but now -"

Errol filled another glass of wine,

"The entire Hogwarts owls are my brothers and sisters. You know, a mere mouse cannot escape when surrounded by hundreds of owls..."