Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"Sirius Black, why didn't you follow your master?"

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"Tell me, why are you staying here? Does your master have anything to say?"

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Silence, silence, just endless silence.

In the interrogation room, Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, asked sharply.

Sirius, who was sitting on the chair opposite, had dull eyes and drooped head. If his chest hadn't risen slightly, he would have looked like a dead corpse.

Fudge, the Minister of Magic, looked at the uncooperative Sirius and thought about the large-scale prison break in Azkaban. His head was about to explode.

There was never a prison break in Azkaban.

But it emerged during his time in office.

this.

Who did he offend?

Dumbledore, on the other hand, just stared at Sirius quietly without saying anything.

"Sirius, are you going to tell me?" Scrimgeour shouted sternly.

He was also extremely angry about what happened this time.

The Aurors of Azkaban, as well as the Aurors sent to replace them, were basically all dead.

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Sirius remained silent, his head hanging down, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Just die, he feels like he's just wasting air.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the principal who had trusted him before, a look of guilt flashed across his face, and then he continued to close his eyes.

He was sorry for the principal, sorry for Lily, and even more sorry for James.

At the same time, in the moment of looking at each other, Dumbledore's eyes flashed.

Ingest divine thoughts!

Some memory fragments emerged in my mind.

However, he still didn't speak.

"Director, use Veritaserum." An Auror next to him said bitterly when he saw Sirius, who was always uncooperative.

One of his good friends, this time even the bones were blown to pieces.

When Scrimgeour heard this, his eyes flashed with emotion.

Immediately afterwards, the reincarnation suggested to Minister Fudge and Dumbledore: "Minister, Headmaster, the impact of Alzkaban's forced release is too great."

"We need any leads."

"So, I recommend using Veritaserum."

Well, if Fudge and Dumbley hadn't been present, he would have just used it.

You thought he, the Auror, was just for a living.

Fudge, the Minister of Magic, hesitated after hearing this.

You know, Veritaserum itself is a banned potion.

Aurors of the Ministry of Magic must submit an application and obtain permission to use Veritaserum.

But when I thought about the huge commotion this time.

Fudge turned to Dumbledore and asked: "Principal Dumbledore, Sirius was once your student."

"What do you think?"

Well, if you take Dumbledore with you, you won't have to worry.

After hearing this, Dumbledore took a deep look at Sirius, nodded slightly and said, "Now is a necessary period. I think Director Scrimgeour's suggestion is acceptable."

"However, conduct early testing and keep records of interrogations."

"Afterwards, it must be handed back to the Ministry of Magic for backup so that it can be inspected at any time."

After Fudge heard this, he nodded in agreement. Dumbledore had thought carefully.

Now at this critical juncture, he really couldn't stand the trouble.

Now I hope that I can get valuable clues from this Sirius' mouth and be able to recover the losses.

After Scrimgeour heard this, he nodded to the Auror beside him, and saw the Auror take out a bottle of milky white potion.

Walked up to Sirius, stretched out his wand, and tapped it.

A faint red light flickered, and at the same time, it was controlled by an inexplicable force.

Sirius's drooping head was raised, and his mouth opened wide.

With his limbs imprisoned, even if Sirius wanted to struggle, there was nothing he could do.

Then, the Auror took the Veritaserum, pointed it at Sirius' mouth, put three drops on it, and then left.

Generally speaking, 3 drops of Veritaserum is enough for any wizard to tell you what kind of underpants he can wear.

Woo! Woo!

Under the gazes of Scrimgeour, Fudge and others, Sirius was seen trembling all over, and the muscles on his face were twisting like insects.

The chair I was sitting on creaked even more.

Soon, Sirius stopped shaking and became motionless, his eyes glazed over.

"Who are you?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I am Sirius Black, Prisoner of Azkaban, eldest son of the Black family, student of Gryffindor House at Hogwarts."

A dull, struggling voice came from Sirius's mouth.

Scrimgeour just nodded with satisfaction, but as Sirius kept revealing his identity, he did not say what he wanted to hear.

He couldn't help but frown, interrupted directly, and asked again.

"Tell me, what is your master's intention in asking you to stay in Azkaban?"

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Silent, Sirius remained silent. Although he kept opening his mouth to say something, no words came out.

This made Scrimgeour's face turn ugly, and he asked sharply again.

"Tell me, what is the Dark Lord's conspiracy?"

All the Death Eaters are gone, and only you, the Dark Lord's most loyal subordinate, remain here. Only ghosts will believe you if you say there is no conspiracy.

"No, I don't know."

This time, Sirius spoke.

But the answer was not what Scrimgeour wanted to hear.

"Then why did you stay in Azkaban?" Scrimgeour asked calmly after calming down the anger in his heart.

He vaguely felt something was wrong.

"Atonement!"

"Atonement for whom?"

"James, Lily."

"Haha, what a joke!" Scrimgeour sneered: "A traitor is still qualified to redeem himself."

The fact that Sirius betrayed his best friend was well known.

There is nothing good to say about such people.

"Tell me how you betrayed the James family." Scrimgeour asked maliciously: "Tell me clearly, don't miss a single link."

Atonement, even traitors are qualified to say.

Even if there are all kinds of reasons, betrayal is betrayal.

"I, I." Sirius seemed to be struggling a little, unwilling to say what was coming next.

Because this was the most painful thing in his life.

Stringer sneered and said nothing.

Veritaserum, do you think it’s that easy to resist?

Especially the prisoners who have been imprisoned for nearly 10 years.

Sure enough, Sirius spoke uncontrollably: "I, I, mistakenly believed Peter Pettigrew."

"I damn, I really damn, how could I trust him."

"This despicable, shameless, nasty, filthy rat."

Hearing this, Fudge, Scrimgeour and the other Aurors frowned.

Peter Pettigrew, this is a commended hero.

Then they heard.

"I shouldn't have handed over the identity of the secret keeper to him."

"He betrayed me, betrayed Lily, betrayed James, and told the Dark Lord the location of the Secret House."

"I deserve to die, I really deserve to die"

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Afterwards, Sirius kept mumbling his own damn words.

In other words, he really thought he deserved to die.

At this moment, Scrimgeour and all the Aurors' expressions froze.

Under the Veritaserum, they could tell whether Sirius was lying.

At this moment, Fudge was sweating on his forehead and wiping his right hand constantly.

God, what did he hear?

The decorated Peter Pettigrew was the traitor.

The imprisoned Sirius.

It's over, it's over, if this news gets out, the entire wizarding world will be in chaos.

Azkaban was robbed, a large number of Death Eaters, and dark wizards escaped from prison!

Sirius, the pure-blood heir, was wrongly convicted and imprisoned for 10 years!

Fudge felt a little dizzy when he thought about the possible headlines in the Daily Prophet.

"Fake, fake." Fudge said hysterically: "Sirius is lying."

"He's part of the Dark Lord's plot."