The next events began to develop in a good direction.

The next morning, as soon as Evan woke up, he saw Ron apologizing endlessly to himself, Harry, and Hermione.

He wept bitterly, saying that he was a jerk, and he told the details of his control by Peter Pettigrew, saying that he shouldn't have trusted everyone.

Although Evan felt that Ron seemed to be hiding some of it, he eventually forgave him, just like Harry and Hermione.

After all, not everyone succeeds in breaking free from the Imperius Curse.

With Ron's last-minute performance last night, it was enough to prove that he was not like Peter Pettigrew, that he was a hero in front of him.

Ron didn't stay in the hospital for long, and at Madam Pomfrey's suggestion, he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries at seven o'clock in the morning, after breakfast, where he would probably spend the rest of his Christmas vacation.

Although everyone was worried, Madam Pomfrey repeatedly assured that he would recover without any after-effects.

As soon as he parted ways with Ron, the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, walked into the hospital room accompanied by Dumbledore. Behind them, three adult wizards, one man and two women, both in their forties and fifties, walked into the ward together.

Aven's gaze swept over the three of them, and the lady who followed Fudge was wearing a black robe, a square chin, short gray hair, and a pair of monocles.

Evan had no impression of this man.

But seeing the witch beside her, Evan chuckled violently in his heart, he had a bad premonition, this could not be the legendary Umbridge, right?!

Umbridge was dressed in a peach-colored outfit and looked like a large pale toad. She was short and fat, with a broad, loose-skinned face, a large mouth drooping downward, and her eyes were large, round, slightly bulging outward.

Even the little black velvet bow that wore on her short curls reminded Evan of a big fly, and she was about to stick out her long, slimy tongue to catch it.

Behind Umlich was a solemn-looking wizard, his waist straight, his movements stiff, his spotless black robes, and his shoes polished. The striking short mustache on his face looked like it had been trimmed with a slide ruler. Evan had never seen a wizard think of him as strict, and if he wasn't wearing a wizard's robe, he could pose, he could pose, a Muggle bank manager.

This guy is definitely Percy's object of worship.

In Aven's mind, there was only one person who could become Percy's admirer in this regard, and that was Barty Crouch, the guy who was killed by his Death Eater son, Barty Crouch Jr. himself.

Evan looked at the other man carefully, wondering if he had hidden Barty Crouch Jr. in his home now.

If possible, he wants to report it or tell the story, but no one will believe him.

As the most senior official of the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch has a great reputation, and if it weren't for his son's affairs, he would probably be the Minister of Magic now.

As Evan looked at the three people opposite, they also looked at Evan and Harry and Hermione with serious faces, especially Harry who stayed on his body for the longest time.

"Good morning, boys!" Fudge said in a low voice, looking tired and in a bad state of mind, as if he hadn't slept last night, "It's unbelievable that Peter Pettigrew did everything, and Blake is innocent." Look at what we've done, the Ministry of Magic is going to be a laughing stock now, and the Daily Prophet has a chance to laugh at it, if anyone else knows about it."

"We've become a laughing stock now, Minister!" Barty Crouch interrupted, a hint of impatience in his voice, "We actually locked Sirius Black in Azkaban for twelve years, and who knows how many innocents are inside!"

"Yes, you're right!" Fudge seemed to understand what the other party meant, he hesitated for a moment, and said warily, "This is indeed our negligence, but I remember that you were the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and you were the one who presided over all the accusations against the Death Eaters at that time."

"Thank you for the reminder, Minister!" said Barty Crouch dryly, "and for me and for the Wizengamot, this is a shame that will never be erased, and thankfully these children have given us the opportunity to make amends." ”

"It's a blessing to be. Fudge didn't look happy at all, he pointed to the three wizards beside him, and briefly introduced to Aven, Harry, and Hermione, "Kids, this is Barty Crouch, Director of International Magical Cooperation, and these two ladies are Amelia Bones, Director of Magical Law Enforcement, and Dolores Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister of Magic. ”

Crouch didn't look at them, he kept an eye on Dumbledore. Bones smiled at Aven, Harry, and Hermione, looking more kind.

As for Umbridge, with a smirk on her face, she greeted the three of them in turn, and let out a laugh like a silver bell, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end at the sound of Aven.

Harry and Hermione's faces were just as bad, especially Hermione, whose petite body shrank as far as she could into the futon under Umbridge's gaze.

"Alright, kids, regarding Black's case, the Wizengamot has set up a special investigation team, and all five of us are members of the investigation team. Fudge said briefly, "I've heard Albus say it before, but we'd like to hear you tell us a little more about what happened last night." ”

Aven, Harry, and Hermione looked at each other, and finally Evan recounted what had happened last night. Evan deliberately concealed Ron, the Time Turner, and the centaurs, only saying that he had gone to the Forbidden Forest to capture Peter Pettigrew.

"It's shocking, I can't single-handedly catch an evil dark wizard at your age. Umbridge looked at Evan and said in a high-pitched, thin voice like a little girl.

"Just luck, ma'am!" replied Evan cautiously.

"There's nothing to be humble, Aven, you've always been excellent. Fudge turned the hat in his hand and continued, "It's not much like I thought it would be, and the question now is, if someone asks you about it, it's about how you caught Peter Pettigrew, you know."

"I know, Minister!" Evan nodded, he knew what Fudge was going to say, "Although I ended up catching Peter Pettigrew, the Ministry of Magic has put a lot of effort into this, and as with last year's basilisk incident, if I have the chance, I will tell everyone." ”

"Thank you, Aven, for doing us a great favor. Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, for him, as long as it didn't affect the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, and it didn't affect his career, the biggest obstacle to the innocence of the little wolf no longer existed.

"You've done a great job this time, you three and the Weasley boy I just mentioned, and the ministry is going to apply for the Order of the Merlin of the Third Class for the four of you!" Fudge continued, "Especially you, Aven, if I fight for it, I think the second rank will be fine." (To be continued.) )