This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic was as good as ever, but this time they even prepared breakfast in a humane way.

This was not a good sign.

As expected, Scrimgeour and Fudge did not finish their conversation with Sirius until noon, and it seemed that they would have to spend the whole day there.

In the reception room opposite them, Umbridge was staring at Snape with a ferocious face.

Before, even if McGonagall and Lupin were unhappy, they would not show it on their faces.

But this professor of potions, who had no vision, had a dark face since he came in, and even refused to answer the questions of her, the senior deputy minister.

"I ask again, Professor Snape, do you believe that Sirius Black is innocent? Was he framed by Peter Pettigrew?"

Snape was still gloomy, "I refuse to answer your question."

Umbridge was so angry that the thick foundation on her face seemed to be about to crack, "Okay, very good."

Of course, she didn't know the grudge between Snape and the two men, and even if she knew, it would probably not change anything.

"Professor, you can leave now."

From her expression that looked like she was about to eat someone, the matter was probably not over yet.

If there was a chance, she should make Snape, who had just left, repent from the bottom of his heart.

"Knock knock--"

Umbridge calmed down a little, "Come in."

This time it was Vincent.

"Please sit down, Mr. Wayne."

She looked like a toad as she was holding back her breath.

Vincent, who was physically and mentally ill, sat opposite her, and never dared to face her directly, as if he was very afraid of being disgusted.

Seeing his restless appearance, Umbridge immediately realized that there was something wrong with her expression management.

She smiled what she thought was a sweet smile, "Mr. Wayne, this is just a routine inquiry, we can relax a little."

Vincent was about to vomit, and he forced a smile with gritted teeth, "I will."

The number one club bull in Hogwarts was almost unable to stand such a self-satisfied person.

Umbridge thought he was afraid of the Ministry of Magic's accountability, so her tone became much gentler.

"Mr. Wayne, please rest assured that we will not pursue the losses you caused when you captured Peter Pettigrew."

She was originally speaking with a pinched voice, and this disgusting and disgusting tone has risen to a whole new level.

Vincent pinched his thigh, "This... this is really great."

Merlin, come and save this weak, pitiful and helpless little wizard.

"Then let's get started, Mr. Wayne."

"Okay... okay."

Half an hour later, Vincent walked out of the reception room in a daze.

The three little wizards waiting in the corridor outside were dumbfounded.

Hermione walked towards him with a nervous mood, "How is it?"

"I just want to cast a forgetfulness spell on myself now."

Her long eyelashes fluttered wildly.

Anyone who reaches the pinnacle in any field can be called a master.

And the pink toad inside is a well-deserved disgusting master.

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione with sympathy as she walked into the reception room.

Half an hour later, she walked out with the same dull expression as Vincent.

Harry swallowed, "Are you okay?"

"I just want to cast a forget spell on myself now."

Ron slumped down in his chair, "It's over, she will definitely become my nightmare..."

Harry looked at Hermione's back as she walked towards the hall in a daze, took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the reception room.

"Please sit down, Mr. Potter." Umbridge's mental damage came.

While he was enduring the torment, the conversation in the reception room opposite was interrupted by an Auror.

"Is he awake?" Scrimgeour looked at Fudge.

The latter paused the conversation and walked out of the reception room with him.

Sirius's face suddenly turned cold.

The evidence was conclusive, and the shameful betrayer could not escape.

Wanted him, the victim, to say something good for the Ministry of Magic?

He couldn't do such a thing that went against his conscience.

The waiting time was quite long, so Sirius simply closed his eyes and slept for a while.

Perhaps he had a nightmare, and he woke up quickly.

He looked at the clock on the wall. It was 3 pm now, and he didn't know how long it would take to interrogate Peter Pettigrew.

Just when he wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a while, Fudge and Scrimgeour came back.

Their attitude was even better than before, and it seemed that they had confirmed the truth from Peter Pettigrew, who knew he couldn't escape.

Fudge still had a hypocritical smile on his face, "Mr. Black, we have figured out what happened back then, and we will officially announce the truth to the outside world soon to completely wash away your years of injustice."

Sirius frowned slightly.

Just as he thought, Fudge wanted to use him to restore the public's trust in the Ministry of Magic, and if he guessed correctly, there should be generous compensation.

After 12 years of wrongful imprisonment, the most precious time was wasted. Who can easily let it go?

"I don't care about my own reputation at all. I just want that shameful betrayer to receive the punishment he deserves."

Fudge showed a look of true hope.

If he wanted Sirius to cooperate with him, he would have to use some drastic measures.

"Mr. Black, you are Harry's godfather, right?"

Scrimgeour's face suddenly turned bad.

To put it nicely, it was persuasion, to put it bluntly, it was a threat.

Seeing Sirius' eyes starting to waver, Fudge quickly struck while the iron was hot.

"Please think about it seriously, you may not care about your reputation, but what about Harry? How will everyone view your relationship with him?"

The truth will be officially announced to the public soon. How long will this be?

To completely wash away the grievances of many years, how thorough is this?

This was a deal that Sirius couldn't refuse, and he had been calculated to death from the moment he walked into this reception room.

Scrimgeour lowered his head, as if trying to pretend he couldn't see.

Fudge finally showed his ugly face in order to retain his power, but he remained silent throughout.

The more Sirius struggles, the more guilty he may feel in his heart.

But no matter what, the once resolute Auror Office Director is no longer around.

For the sake of the dignity and authority of the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour finally chose to compromise.

And Sirius also chose to compromise for Harry, "What do you want from me?"

Fudge was ecstatic, "Mr. Black, the Ministry of Magic needs a clear attitude from you."

The victims who have been wronged for 12 years have come out to express their position. What else can the people who have been diverted think?

People will always make mistakes, let alone the huge and complex Ministry of Magic.

However, under the wise leadership of Minister Fudge, Sirius's unjust case was vindicated, and Peter Pettigrew, the real murderer, received the punishment he deserved.

By reversing the negative image, the public support lost some time ago will bottom out and rebound.

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