Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Fudge was obviously unaware of the outrageous impression Anriel had left on others at Hogwarts, and he continued to tell the amazing stories of "Sirius".

"... a deep pit was blown out in the middle of the street... a very horrifying scene..."

Everyone except Anriel, including the three eavesdropping children, shivered uncomfortably.

After all, that was the lives of an entire street.

There were twelve full Aurors.

Hagrid blew his nose loudly and cursed the ungrateful "traitor" very loudly. His slurred but unusually loud voice attracted many people in the tavern to look at him sideways.

However, most of them looked away after seeing the Minister of Magic.

"Hagrid, Hagrid! Come on, control yourself."

Anriel suppressed Hagrid's voice, picked up the mint liquor in front of him, and took a sip:

“But I say, Minister… although these things are inside information that we all know now.

But my father and I...seem to have discovered some interesting little things..."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick immediately perked up and noticed the curiosity in each other's eyes. It seemed that in this situation, Anriel was more like a professor than the other two.

Fudge's expression seemed a little surprised:

"What? Huh? What did you say, kid? You and your father?"

This time it was Anriel's turn to be confused...

"Ok?"

In Anriel's opinion, Fudge had some dementia.

At least Anriel hoped so, otherwise he would have to admit that the current intelligence gathering system of the Ministry of Magic was comparable to the filth in the swill bucket that should be composted and fed to pigs.

No, it’s been four years, is there still anyone who doesn’t know Anriel’s identity?

Are the Ministry of Magic’s information gathering channels so low-brow?

Anriel temporarily suppressed his more revolutionary ideas - now is not the time...

However, if the Minister of Magic continues to behave like this, then it is normal for this government to be doomed.

What’s more, Voldemort’s dark forces are not a mob in the absolute sense, at least they can be barely considered as “powerful enemies”.

Although Old Nose's performance was a bit disappointing, he is definitely one of the most powerful wizards in history.

Whether judging from his magical powers or his almost innovative and groundbreaking achievements in the exploration of dark magic, Voldemort is a very talented genius.

With this horizontal comparison, the Ministry of Magic instantly...

Anriel was too lazy to explain:

"Never mind, Mr. Fudge, that's not important..."

He leaned forward, ready to get down to business with Fudge:

“My ladies and gentlemen…my father and I have found a horrible, unbelievable account.

And if that is true... then we are blaming the wrong people for everything we are discussing here."

Anriel was very happy to see that everyone at the table, including Fudge, had their eyes widened in surprise.

"No, no, no, Anriel, what do you mean...?"

McGonagall pulled Hagrid, who was trying to stand up due to his excitement, and asked in a low voice:

"Sirius Black didn't do these things?"

"This is impossible!"

Fudge made the decision before Anriel could.

Anriel narrowed his eyes.

Even if he was just curious, he should have asked for details like Mag did, right?

With just this one assertive sentence, Fudge's stubborn and conservative image was almost slapped in Anriel's face.

He turned to Fudge with a smile on his face, but unfortunately the latter did not see any kindness in his expression:

"I said Mr. Minister...

I think you'd better not interrupt me until I finish speaking."

Fudge's drunkenness from the red currant rum was instantly reduced by half... Anriel's words sounded chilly, and the threat seemed to be very strong.

“So, let me get back to my point with my father.

These messy... uh, treacherous acts... might not have been done by Blake himself.

After that day, my father obtained the first two pieces of evidence that appeared at the crime scene through...some means.

Honestly, that means a lot more than a finger from Peter Pettigrew."

Professor Flitwick's mind was working the fastest, and he couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Could it be...?! Oh...Merlin's beard...Anriel, you guys are not really..."

Anriel thought about it and felt that even if Flitwick guessed wrong, he wouldn't be too wrong, so he nodded.

Flitwick clicked his tongue, still in a state of shock.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with a questioning expression, or rather, an eager expression, Anriel laughed twice:

"As for my father, after many negotiations, he finally got it..."

He paused, as if deliberately whetting everyone's appetite.

"The two wands involved."

Several gasps were heard simultaneously.

Anriel's mouth twitched, and the smile on his face almost couldn't be suppressed. He also took a deep breath and continued:

"I think Mr. Barty Crouch at the time would have had some impression of this."

Crouch was then Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

With the exception of Hagrid, who could not be considered a completely qualified wizard, and three little wizards who were only thirteen years old and were eavesdropping, all the wizards and witches at the table fell into a depressing silence.

“You used…”

Fudge's voice sounded a little trembling, but more of it was doubt and disbelief.

"The Flashback Charm... No, that won't work... Is it the effect of the Continuation Charm?"

The more professional Charms professor added a question.

"Ah."

Anriel took a sip of his wine.

"And now, as we have guessed, the most unfortunate conclusion is the same...

That destructive blasting spell was sprayed out from the wand in Peter Pettigrew's hand.

And the last spell cast on that birch stick was... a cutting spell."

Silence fell.

Everyone was busy digesting this shocking news.

Or rather, the horrifying truth.

Fudge opened his mouth to speak several times, but had to swallow back the words on his lips. After holding it in for a long time, he could only say:

"Then can I understand that a prisoner who has been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years has a high probability of being wrongly accused?"

Anriel shrugged.

"You can understand it that way. That's probably what it means, Minister."

"That's impossible. If it were, why didn't he appeal?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around the table, except Hagrid, looked at Fudge as if he was a psychopath.

Did a centaur kick your head?

At that time, there was no torture, and the evidence was conclusive, so they just stuffed the confession into Sirius's pocket!

That was Barty Crouch presiding over the case... No, he didn't preside over it at all.

"Well, you are right, Minister, we cannot conclude this based on just two wands now -

At least one of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew must be found alive."

Anriel spread his hands and ended his speech.