This Hogwarts isn't normal.

5:20 in the morning,

Outside Hogwarts.

Vincent grabbed the legs of Peter Pettigrew, who had turned back into a human form, on time, and walked with Hermione to McGonagall and the others.

The long night was finally over.

But in McGonagall's opinion, the serious damage to the British Museum was no small accident.

More than half of the Ministry of Magic's personnel were sent to Hogwarts, and now they were hung upside down everywhere.

The manpower of the Reversal of Incidents Team and the Memory Cancellation Command was not enough to cover up the matter. If the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee did not have reasons convincing enough to convince the Muggle government, it would not be able to declare it to the public as a gas explosion as it did 12 years ago.

Looking at the two little wizards with guilty faces, McGonagall's pursed lips loosened slightly.

"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, the source of all this is Peter Pettigrew. I believe the Ministry of Magic will not come to trouble you."

Fudge hasn't cleaned up his ass yet. Now there is another serious incident that will expose the magic world. He can't continue to interfere in Hogwarts in a short time.

Everything was solved smoothly, except for the last and most important one.

In the center of London, which was crowded with fire trucks and engineering vehicles, a group of wizards dressed in incongruous clothes appeared one after another in the dim alleys near Whitehall.

They walked into the red telephone booth, and McGonagall, who was at the front, dialed the number "62442".

"Hello, welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please show your identity in order."

"Minerva McGonagall."

"Remus Lupin."

"Severus Snape."

"Vincent Wayne."

"Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter."

"Ron Weasley."

"Sirius Black - and Peter Pettigrew."

"Okay, please wait."

The receptionist obviously did not react, and the visitor badges emerged from the coin slot one after another.

"What! Sirius Black?"

After a cry of surprise, the whole telephone booth shook violently.

Ancient runes emerged one after another on the transparent glass, and the telephone booth was soon completely isolated from the outside world.

Sirius kicked Peter Pettigrew, who was tied up like a mummy in the corner, in great displeasure.

Snape, who was even more unhappy than him, sneered repeatedly, which made Lupin frown.

"Padfoot, if he dies, no one can prove your innocence."

Sirius kicked the glass covered with ancient runes, "I know my limits."

He turned his head to meet Snape's cold eyes, "Snotlout, I know what you are thinking, you'd better behave yourself."

"Huh--"

McGonagall looked back at the two of them, "Severus, Peter Pettigrew must be alive, this is what we agreed on before."

Snape snorted and turned his head.

She then glared at Sirius and Lupin, "Also, remember what you promised me, put aside all personal grudges for the time being.

The Dementors are probably coming soon, and we must not have internal strife before we have explained the cause and effect of the matter clearly."

Both of them were her students, and the people from the Ministry of Magic have already arrived.

Aurors supporting the museum came one after another through Apparition, and they immediately surrounded the telephone booth with murderous intent.

Scrimgeour walked forward with an expression on his face, and his eyes swept over the people inside one by one.

There were students and professors, could they be Sirius' hostages?

But the atmosphere inside didn't look like hostage-taking at all. The only thing that looked like hostages was the dwarf tied up like a mummy in the corner.

Wait, this person looks familiar, I must have seen him somewhere before.

One of the few recipients of the Order of Merlin, First Class?

Peter Pettigrew, who was brutally killed by Sirius along with 12 innocent Muggles nearly twelve years ago?

Could it be that Sirius was caught by them?

No, his hands were not tied, and he even held a wand.

Could it be that he had a change of heart? He took the initiative to come to the Ministry of Magic to surrender?

Scrimgeour was shocked.

At this moment, Fudge and Umbridge appeared.

The two walked up to him with smiles on their faces, but when they saw the situation inside the phone booth, they had countless questions in their hearts, just like him.

Sirius's self-entrapment was a good thing to be happy about, and the outside world's attention would shift from the Ministry of Magic's many failures in Hogwarts to this prison escapee.

They were planning to open champagne to celebrate, but how did Peter Pettigrew suddenly come back to life?

Fudge thought of the terrorist attack on the Muggle Museum tonight, and he had an inexplicable ominous premonition in his heart.

"Knock knock--" McGonagall tapped the glass lightly with her hand to attract all their attention.

"Mr. Minister, I hope you can calm down and listen to me."

Her expression was more serious than ever before. "The real culprit who blew up half of the Muggle street 12 years ago was not Sirius, but Peter Pettigrew who left a finger to pretend to be dead."

"What!?"

Vincent raised Wells's wand, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the evidence.

Peter Pettigrew used it many times to cast the blasting spell, and the magical atmosphere in the British Museum must match it perfectly."

Fudge said nothing and looked at Scrimgeour beside him.

"Mr. Minister, the explosion at the museum was indeed caused by the blasting spell."

Umbridge raised her wand very perceptively and pointed it at several magic runes on the glass.

Vincent also tactfully handed the evidence to the slowly appearing hole.

Scrimgeour took it in his hand and looked at it with a solemn expression.

Not only is there the residual aura of the blasting spell, there is even a strong aura of black magic.

"Mr. Minister, I need to confirm again."

Fudge glanced over, and Umbridge quickly enlarged the small hole to adult size.

Sirius threw the mummified Peter Pettigrew outside.

Umbridge's eyes were extremely evil, "Black! You -"

Fudge waved his hand and she immediately shut her mouth.

Scrimgeour knelt down with a heavy face.

If Peter Pettigrew was the real murderer, then Sirius was the innocent victim.

It turns out that this is not a surrender, but a rehabilitation.

Although he thought it was unlikely, the magical aura on the evidence matched that of Peter Pettigrew.

Seeing him hesitating, Fudge already knew the answer.

The former hero turned out to be the real murderer, and the escaped gangster who served 12 years in Azkaban turned out to be an innocent person who was framed.

Although he was not the Minister of Magic at the time, if this matter were to be known to the outside world, the people's trust, which was already at rock bottom, might completely disappear.

When demonstrations and protests start to appear, the British wizarding world will definitely be in chaos.

When that time comes, it can't be solved by kneeling down to apologize. Being kicked out will be a minor matter.

If you make good use of it...

Fudge changed his face and showed a smile full of hypocrisy, "Mr. Black, we still have many questions that we need you to answer. Could you please come with us to the ministry?"

Umbridge put on the same smile and quickly unblocked the phone booth.

His attitude became so polite that even Harry and Ron felt unusual.

Everyone acted very cooperatively, except Snape who remained indifferent throughout the whole process and did not give a good look.

After all, he was arrested as a suspect and imprisoned for less than half a month, which was understandable.

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