Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

After leaving the evidence room, Sisley walked into the elevator of the Ministry of Magic and pressed the Wizengamot floor button.

The decoration of the Wizengamot is obviously not as good as that of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but it is still generally gorgeous, especially with an unexplained sense of majesty.

Different from the various divisions on other floors, the Wizengamot is actually a group, all of which are an authoritative wizarding group composed of some famous wizards in the magic world.

But to put it simply...except for the chief wizard who serves as the chief judge, all members of the Wizengamot serve as the jury.

Strictly speaking, there is no real power except the chief wizard, but due to the voting system of the jury, each member of the Wizengamot has a high social status. After all, if one day, you accidentally If you commit a crime, it may be a matter of one vote whether you go to Azkaban or not.

Although Sirius has not been tried by the Wizengamot, logically speaking, the Wizengamot, as a wizarding court, should always keep a copy of its files even if there is no trial.

Sisley walked out of the Wizengamot court and began to search around the outer circle, trying to find some sort of archive room or storage room.

It's a pity... Sisley still underestimated the laziness of this group of wizards. In the end, he only saw the verdict agreeing to Sirius Black's transfer to Azkaban on one document, and nothing else.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it stinks so bad." Sisley sighed.

"...Huh? Merlin Medal Award Room? Why didn't I know?" Sisley suddenly drifted to this room in his peripheral vision and walked in with some doubts.

After entering the room, Sisley discovered that this was not an honors room at all, but a medal display room similar to the Hogwarts medal display room.

There are many gorgeous slender wooden tables inside. On each wooden table is a gorgeous certificate, which contains the name of the honoree, the medal level and the reason for the award, and is covered with a glass cover.

Sisley also found his own certificate on it.

[Sisley Thorne, third-level Order of Merlin, uncovered the evil conspiracy of the dark wizard Quirinath Quirrell at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1991, and is hereby awarded the third-level Order of Merlin! 】

"Huh? There is a special feeling watching here." Sisley raised his eyebrows and murmured.

Sisley just walked around the showroom with the mentality of coming back, looking at the various reasons why seniors received the Order of Merlin.

For example, a Medal of Merlin was purchased openly by a wizard named Arcturus Black.

There was also the Medal of Merlin that Shameless awarded to himself, yes, he was talking about Fudge.

The one with a bit of gold is Albus Dumbledore, who was commended for defeating the previous Dark Lord Grindelwald, and the other is a wizard named Damocles Belby, who was commended for the invention of the Wolfsbane potion.

"The Order of Merlin...haha, it's a bit of something, but not much." Sisley said teasingly. At this moment, a somewhat out of place, slender wooden table appeared in Sisley's eyes.

There is not only a Merlin certificate on this wooden table, but also a magic wand.

[Peter Pettigrew, First Class Order of Merlin, bravely died fighting the dark wizard Sirius Black in 1981. He is hereby posthumously awarded the First Class Order of Merlin. 】

"Then this is Peter Pettigrew's wand...it will be useful..." Sisley knocked on the glass cover and murmured.

After careful inspection, fortunately, the glass cover is quite simple and does not have any magic restrictions. After all, this Merlin certificate is technically useless. The information of Merlin Medal recipients is transparent and no one is idle. There's nothing wrong with stealing this kind of thing.

Of course, there are always exceptions to everything...

"God's Blade is Shadowless!" Sisley chanted the spell gently, and instantly an invisible blade of air passed through the glass cover. Sisley pushed lightly and was pushed open a small opening.

"Copy to double..."

After chanting the spell, there was an identical wand of Peter Pettigrew that was originally alone on the table. Sisley hooked his hand lightly, and the original wand flew up. He took it in his hand and inspected it briefly. Stuffed into the ring.

After a while of obscure spells, the glass cover that was originally cut by Sisley returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

"Sirius's wand... Pettigrew's wand... what will be the truth about their final battle?"

Sisley murmured and turned around, disappearing into a burst of white mist, and reappeared in Dumbledore's principal's office in the blink of an eye.

It happened that the effect of Polyjuice Potion had just ended, otherwise Dumbledore would have to explain to her the fate of this lucky boy when he came back, as well as a series of lectures from the teacher, which would give her a headache just thinking about it.

He sat down unceremoniously on the principal's chair that belonged to Dumbledore, picked up a magic book, and read it with gusto.

Not long after, Dumbledore returned to the principal's office with a cup of hot coffee. When he opened the door, he saw Sisley sitting on a chair quietly reading a book.

"How's it going? What did you find?" Dumbledore sat down and asked with a smile.

"The Ministry of Magic is very weak. There is no valuable information. Of course, it may be that I didn't find it. Anyway, I didn't find any files about Sirius Black in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the Wizengamot. But I found this. "

Sisley then snapped his fingers, and two wands appeared on Dumbledore's desk.

"The wands of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. With this we can know the truth about the battle in 1981 that killed 13 people..."

"Well... I hope these were the same wands they used in that battle... But, Sisley, why did you take Peter Pettigrew's wand back? He's already dead. Does his wand still have any value?" Dumbledore asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Humph...how did Peter Pettigrew die?" Sisley asked with a smile.

"The official statement... was blown to death by a terrifying curse, with only half a finger left... I know..." Dumbledore said after reacting.

"That's right. Peter Pettigrew was bombed and only half of his finger was left. Why did his wand survive? And it was so well preserved? Not to mention the soot from the explosion, even scratches. No," Sisley said, sitting up straight.

"As expected of a young man, his mind is much smarter than mine..." Dumbledore sighed.

"It's not the young people who are smart, it's me who is smart!" Sisley said with a smile.