[HP] Dark Godfather

A week later, the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet read: "Sirius Black Won't Be Wronged," followed by "The Vile Betrayer—Peter Pettigrew."

Dumbledore put down the newspaper in his hand, took off his glasses and rubbed the wings of his nose, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - he thought of the lively Sirius Black, but, thinking of the undiscovered basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets, and the slim hope of survival Dumbledore sighed deeply.

In the cellar, the head of Slytherin was upset—

On the one hand, his friend Lucius Malfoy has often disturbed his potion experiments lately-and Mr. Malfoy has been in a bad mood recently, especially when he and his old friend Severus privately checked the Dark Mark on his left arm At that time, the pale face can be compared with a vampire.

On the other hand, the gem of Gryffindor is in jeopardy lately, as evidenced by the deep "God's No Shadow" trace on the front page of this screaming Daily Prophet on Snape's desk.

In contrast, Harry Potter has never been so happy: first, he never saw the eccentric house-elf named Dobby again; Snake language; thirdly, and most importantly, he has a godfather, and he has received a letter from the godfather——

[Dear godson Harry Potter:

Allow me to call you that, but you are the only joy in my sanity in Azkaban.I'm sorry that my advice made poor Peter the secret keeper, which led to the death of your parents.

Although I personally think that I am too guilty to be released from Azkaban, but obviously I have to be more responsible-do what a godfather should do. I am very sorry to hear that you are not doing well in your aunt's house .

I'd love to make up for my mistakes, boy, would you live with me, your godfather, Sirius Black?I swear that I will take good care of you and give you all the happiness I can give you.

Your guilty godfather: Sirius Black]

After reading Black's letter, what else could Harry say?The poor boy's emerald green eyes were full of tears, he almost choked up and read the letter, wishing to reunite with his godfather immediately, he wrote back tremblingly, with such force that it almost pierced the letter paper——

[Dear Godfather Sirius Black:

Of course I would like to live with you, when will you pick me up?Can I not go back to my aunt's house?I mean I'd like to live with you for the rest of my life, I don't have any luggage to take, I can leave right away!

PS: The final exam will be held next week. After the exam, the school year will be over.

Godson who can’t wait to meet you: Harry Potter]

Harry folded the letter carefully, and tied it firmly to the energetic gray-brown vulture Nightmare, who was staring deeply at Hedwig huddled in the corner with his huge orange eyes, as if to As if judging something, under Harry's urging, Nightmare turned his head and glanced at Harry, and then flew away unhurriedly.

After Nightmare left, the trembling Hedwig dared to let out a short, aggrieved cooing sound, and Harry hurriedly comforted her.

"Hey, buddy, your godfather's owl is so majestic!" Ron, who was sitting on the side doing his homework, said enviously, "He must be very rich, and eagle owls are rare. He's a big man. You saw him looking at Hyde The look in Wei's eyes? If it wasn't for your sake, that guy would have eaten Hedwig!"

"Really? That owl is called Nightmare, and I think he's pretty fierce!" Harry said happily, "But he won't hurt Hedwig, he listens to my godfather, you know, I have a godfather, his name is Sirius Black."

"Ugh, Merlin, Harry, this is the one hundred and second time you've said it!" Ron covered his head in a faint, "I know you're glad you have a godfather, but can you stop talking about it for a day?" Repeated so many times!"

"Ouch, I'm sorry, Ron...but I'm so happy, you know I have a godfather..." Harry was incoherent with joy.

"Hey, what are you doing, Harry?" Ron was surprised to see that Harry was cutting a copy of the "Daily Prophet" with a pair of scissors, and the photos in that newspaper were huddling together and screaming.

"Make a newspaper clipping, I'm going to cut out these reports about Sirius Black and make a newspaper clipping!" Harry happily dismembered the writhing and screaming "Daily Prophet" while finding a brand new notebook Ready to glue on.

Ron looked at the torn newspaper sympathetically, and swallowed, "Cut the newspaper? Muggle's way, it's cruel!"

And Harry Potter, who was immersed in happiness, didn't pay attention to Ron's gaze at all. When he pasted the newspaper clippings on his notebook, the reflection of the round glasses made him look like a biology student dissecting a frog. Anyone who wants to stop him will turn into a frog on the dissecting table.

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[Ministry of Magic, Taxation Division]

Black untied the envelope from under the nightmare, tore it open slowly, looked at it, showed a gratified smile, folded the letter carefully and put it in his arms, then sat back in the chair, and then, Black faced the impatient receptionist at the desk. The clerk said, "Please give me a piece of paper and a pen."

After a while, Blake finished writing something, folded the paper into a paper airplane, shook it lightly, and the paper airplane flew away.

"Mr. Black, I'm sorry we couldn't help you. Do you want to ask another department?" The impatience on the face of the receptionist of the taxation department almost turned into reality. Although his words were polite, his tone was cold .

"This lunatic from the Death Eater family, it's good to be able to come out of Azkaban, but he still wants to return the property of the Black family... Besides, I'm from the Department of Taxation, not the Department of Civil Affairs." The receptionist thought depressingly. .

"Mr. Black..." Just when the receptionist wanted to urge Black to leave, a polite knock came from the door.

"Please come in!"

The door opened, and in came a dozen people, yes, a dozen—twelve of them, all neatly dressed and stern.

"Excuse me, who are you...?" The receptionist stood up a little apprehensively. He noticed that these people seemed to come from different places and different races, not only because of their different skin colors, but also two of them had obvious pointed ears, and one seemed to have the corners of their mouths. Show your fangs.

"We are the lawyers invited by Mr. Sirius Black!" One of the British people nodded slightly, "I am Hilton Charlemagne from Edinburgh, graduated from Hogwarts Slytherin College, and currently live in Chicago, USA. Max Law Firm engages in asset merger litigation.”

"I'm von Nouri Quesrant from Berlin, Germany, graduated from Durmstrang, and I'm currently engaged in administrative litigation defense at Latham & Watkins Law Firm in Germany."

"...from Houston, graduated from Bubaston...practicing spiritual damages matters litigation...."

"...from Bulgaria, the Union of Muggles and Wizards is in charge of wizarding expediency protection suits...."

"...from Ireland, 80% success rate in state compensation lawsuits...."

"...from Dublin, Magical Creatures Expedient Protection Proceedings, Dark Council Department of Magical Creatures...."

"…………Etc., etc……"

Twelve wizarding lawyers from all over the world or races of magical creatures under the cover of lawyers introduced their identities one by one, and finally said together: "We are now employed by Mr. Sirius Black—

Dealing with the property of the Black family being embezzled and compensated by the British Ministry of Magic...

Dealing with the Black family's application for the administrative malpractice lawsuit filed by the Oros Department of the British Ministry of Magic...

Dealing with the application of the Black family to declare the administrative malpractice lawsuit of the British wizarding court...

Dealing with the Black family's request to report to the British tax department for illegal collection of unreasonable taxation administrative abuses...

Dealing with the application of the Black family to report to the Department of Home Affairs of the United Kingdom for illegal use of non-government property to engage in commercial activities and administrative abuses...

... (N number of litigation requests are skipped here) ...

And, to deal with Mr. Sirius Black’s request to report the criminal proceedings and spiritual compensation proceedings for the illegal abuse of British wizard citizens in Azkaban, the British prison..."

The poor Receptionist of the Revenue Department, confused by a dozen articulate lawyers, stammered, "I, I don't understand...we're being sued? Why?"

"Why?" Black, who was sitting firmly on the chair, sneered, "You don't know why, let me tell you!"

The young dark godfather jumped up vigorously, and said viciously, "Our Black family has been paying taxes since 1335 AD. There are all kinds of taxes that the wizarding world can think of, and some taxes are nouns invented by our Black family. Son, and now, I, Sirius Black, a member of the Black family who has honorably paid taxes for hundreds of years, an honest taxpayer, have been falsely accused by the Ministry of Magic of serving 12 years in prison, you blood-sucking insects are sucking hosts Blood is also murdered at the same time as the host's life, you actually have the face to ask me why I am suing you!"

Blake waved his arms angrily, pointed at the receptionist's nose and yelled, "And you, the little reptile of the tax department, just now, you have left your parents, a loyal taxpayer, in the cold... I see Look," Black waved his hand, and a green time display appeared in the air, "a whole hour was left out, you bastard, you left the great Mr. Black out for an hour!"

"Yes... I'm sorry!" The little receptionist was stunned, "But, the person who arrested you belongs to Oros, and it's none of our tax department's business..." The young man's voice became smaller and smaller, because Black's black Eyes were staring hard at him.

"...So I'm suing you all..." Blake sat back on his chair, raised his chin and said, "Nu..." He tilted his head, motioning for his legal team to speak.

"Ahem..." one of the lawyers cleared his throat and said, "We just visited Oros, the Department of Civil Affairs, the court, the Family Property Protection Office... because we have too many places to visit today, Mr. Black Wanted to do some shopping on my own to see if there was anything to add to the Department of Magic being prosecuted that was left out!"

"!" The poor little wizard was completely dumbfounded.

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On the same day, the British "Daily Prophet", "The Quibbler", "Merlin Evening News", Germany's "Berlin Wizard", "Bulgarian Chronicle", France's "Paris Accent" and other major newspapers in the wizarding world reported on Blake's lawsuit. For a while, the British Ministry of Magic became the laughing stock of the wizarding world. The Minister of Magic Fudge was forced to publicly apologize to Sirius Black, and urged the various departments of the Ministry of Magic to clean up and repay the Black family's finances as soon as possible.

[In Malfoy Manor]

Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy stared blankly at the newspaper in her hand, the corners of her mouth tugged for a long time but she couldn't utter a word, and her husband, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, who had just walked out of the study, had obviously just met the portraits of his ancestors. After a heated discussion, the young platinum nobleman gently supported his wife's shoulders, "Dear Sissy, do you have any familiar wizard lawyers, like the ones your cousin hired?"

【Hogwarts】

"Hey, Black is still so naughty!" Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were annoyed and funny when they talked about this matter, "When I asked him if he wanted to help, he said he had a way, now it seems that it is really very creative."

"It's not surprising to me that he and James have always had a lot of ghost ideas in school..." Professor McGonagall said deliberately with a straight face, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish, "However, I never thought that he could find There are so many wizarding lawyers, you know that the profession of lawyers is not so popular in the British wizarding world."

"Well... Indeed," Dumbledore slowly retracted his smile, showing a thoughtful expression, "Well, if they had hired so many lawyers like Black when they tried the Death Eaters, they might not be locked up now. How many Death Eaters will there be in Azkaban!" Dumbledore sighed slightly, "In this way, we are still old, our thinking is too rigid, and the side of justice lacks fresh blood...".

"Poor James and Lily, they are so outstanding..." Professor McGonagall wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Fortunately, Sirius' innocence has been confirmed," Dumbledore said with a smile after changing the subject, "The power of justice has been replenished."

"Yeah, I just hope that life in Azkaban didn't damage his health, you know when he first came out of there, I couldn't imagine, he was as thin as a skeleton, poor boy!" Professor McGonagall's voice Some choked up.

"He looks pretty good now, he's a young man after all!" Dumbledore happily pointed to Sirius Black standing in front of twelve lawyers in the "Daily Prophet", and he waved his fist Yelling - "Damn Ministry of Magic, I tell you to spit out what you eat!"