"What I want to announce today is great news. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Dumbledore said happily, "but the protagonist today is not an old man like me, but someone else that everyone doesn't expect." ”

"Oh, look, that's Cornelius Fudge, my dad's immediate boss. Ron said in surprise as he pointed to the stage.

"How did he end up here?" Harry asked, he didn't have a good impression of the middle-aged man, aside from the officialdom he had at the Leaky Cauldron and his own concealment, as Minister of Magic, he had allowed the Dementors to act as guards without restraint.

Of course, trying to restrain is actually powerless.

Truth be told, Harry would rather face Sirius Black, the traitor he hated and betrayed his parents, than fight the Dementors who stalked in the dark, shouting despair and pain.

They always remind themselves of the past, which has faded into obscurity, but is extremely cruel and terrible.

Fudge stepped onto the stage at this point, wearing a pinstriped suit and a bright red tie, which made him look very formal, and his purple pointed-toe boots and dark green top hat matched his somewhat short body, barely pulling his height back to the normal level, and he didn't look so short.

"Oh, hello students. Fudge looked at the students sitting in the audience and spoke.

"First of all, I have to apologize to you. Fudge said sincerely, putting on a serious expression, and then quickly bowed deeply to the students in the audience.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Oh my God, did he take the wrong medicine?" Ron said to Harry in surprise.

"My dad often complained that Fudge didn't pay attention to his men's feelings. Ron continued to mutter, wondering to himself.

"I think so too. Harry whispered agreement, remembering the last time they had met at the bar, Fudge's nasty official tone.

"Because of my mistakes, which caused you serious trouble, I used to trust those guards so much, but now I finally know that those things can't be trusted. Fudge looked sad, then walked off the stage quickly, found the Gryffindor spot, held Harry's hand tightly, and said, "They almost killed our hero, Harry Potter!"

"Harry, are you healed?" he asked, concerned.

"Okay, okay. Harry was uncomfortable trying to break free of Fudge's greasy palm, he couldn't accept that someone he didn't know was suddenly so affectionate to him.

"That's good. He looked relieved, straightened his tie, and returned to the stage, saying, "But thankfully, Headmaster Dumbledore helped me generously, and the riot was finally wiped out. ”

The audience was indifferent.

Apparently not buying his account.

The Dementors have caused them great trouble, and how can a few words of understatement make them let go of their knots?

Fudge pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head.

He remembered what the little guy had told him that as a politician, acting should be a talent and instinct, and even if the audience looked like they were not interested, he had to keep it up.

He also understood these principles before, but when he put them into practice, he suddenly found that there was a problem with the direction of his performance.

The way the Dementors were disposed of was indeed a big basket.

Until now, at least, they had nothing new to contribute except to make trouble for themselves.

The Malfoy kid also told him that his classmates often wrote to their parents complaining that the Dementors were affecting their studies and lives, and that if they failed the final semester, it was probably the Dementors' fault.

Think about it, who are his classmates? Most of them are descendants of pure-blood families, and the reason why he has not stepped down until now is precisely because there are still a few pure-blood families who need him in this position, so they continue to vigorously support him, help him sprinkle a lot of gold and galleons, and change public opinion.

Otherwise, his reputation may not be simple now, much better than Blake.

He remembered the conclusion that the Daily Prophet had given him - how long could the incompetent lucky man sit in that position?

Therefore, this group of students must be the object of their own fighting, but what they represent behind them is their parents, and even their families, which really cannot be befriended or offended.

The decision he made the other day was indeed too hasty.

"Click, click. The click of the magic camera came from the direction of the gate, and every now and then there was a glimmer of blindness, and a tall, thin man in a dark gray robe was holding a camera in his hands and pressing the shutter.

"I don't believe he'd be willing to put his whispering in the papers. Ron spoke again, and he didn't like the man on stage.

"Look, he might have some weird stuff going on later. Ron said with the mindset of watching a good show.

Harry didn't answer.

"Crookshan, what's wrong with you?" Hermione suddenly felt a stirring of Crookshane at her feet, the fluffy fur of the ginger cat that was originally nestled intimately at her feet suddenly exploded, making her calves tingle, and the flat face was filled with anger, and it was about to rush to the front of the stage, but Hermione picked it up with both hands and put it on the table.

"Be quiet, Crook Hill. Hermione whispered affectionately to her pet, "Don't mess with it, I'll get you something to eat later if you're hungry, we're in a meeting now." ”

Then she began to stroke the fur of Crookshank with her hands, smoothing it out and soothing its somewhat manic heart.

"I'm in good spirits now. Hermione thought to herself.

"But!" said Fudge, suddenly excited, "we got an incredible piece of good news the other day. He smiled mysteriously.

"Our hero, the recipient of the Order of Sir Merlin of the 1st degree, Mr. Peter Pettigrew is not dead!"

"What. Lupin, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, stood up abruptly and stared at the front of the stage.

"Remus, my old friend!" a diminutive man slowly stepped out from behind Fudge, his hands outstretched, and he made a hugging motion, his small eyes were full of tears of excitement, his head was bald, but the remaining small gray hair was neatly combed, and the costume was a well-groomed pure black tuxedo, of course, it was a little funny on his stubby figure, and there were medals of honor on his chest.

In addition to the Order of Merlin, other institutions have rewarded him.

Lupin was a little excited, his best friend who he thought had been dead for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Where have you been these twelve years?" Lupin asked suddenly, looking him down from top to bottom, letting his joy fade as much as possible.

"No, don't talk about that. Peter Pettigrew's face suddenly twisted sharply, waving his hand in pain.

At this moment, the mad-eye Moody in the audience also quickly stood up, ran to the front of the stage, turned his terrifying magic eye, and kept looking at Peter Pettigrew in front of him.

"No Imperius Curse has been found, nor is it a polyjuice potion effect, and there is no disguised magic. Moody said in his hoarse voice, and then sat down in his seat as if no one was around, returning to the silent spectator he had been before.

"Of course, he won't be fake, I'm familiar with him. "But he must tell me where he's been all these years." ”

"I've always been there for you. Peter Pettigrew gradually regained his composure and said with a wry smile.

Snape stared gloomily at the scene of the reunion of the "brothers" in front of him, and from time to time he showed a mocking smile.

Crookshan's barely managed hair stood on end again, and it rolled over its chubby body and stood up on the table, its apricot eyes staring at Peter Pettigrew on the stage, baring its sharp teeth.

"Oh my God, Crookshan, don't do that. Hermione quickly wrapped Crook Hill in her arms to keep it from making a sound.

"Are you joking?" Lupin's eyes grew suspicious, and his face turned a little pale.

"Of course, I wouldn't lie like some traitors. Peter Pettigrew said hatefully.

"Do you remember where my death was announced?" asked Peter.

"Of course, it was in a crowded street, Siris, no, that traitor made an explosion. Kill you, and twelve Muggles!" Lupin said excitedly, clenching his fists, "Then please tell me why you, who have been dead for more than ten years, are here today!"

"Because my memory is back. Peter tried to look as excited as he could.

"Memory?" Lupin repeated, his doubtful eyes filled with confusion for a moment.

"You remember, I've never been as smart as you, and you, Jaime, and him are learning new things faster than we do. Peter Pettigrew said with a look of reminiscence, his eyes still moist.

"If only I could have worked harder. Peter Pettigrew continued to reproach himself and said bitterly, "So that I can subdue him and those innocent Muggles won't die." Pettigrew pointed to his head and said, "Not only did he use that powerful explosive spell, but he even used the Drill Heart Charm on me before that......"

A chill broke out in the hearts of the teachers and some of the students present.

"I was rolling on the ground in pain, as if thousands of ants were tearing at my skin, even down to my bone marrow... He told me to betray you too, so that the man would let us live. ”

"Don't say it. Lupin interrupted Peter Pettigrew with a loud shout, he couldn't bear to listen to the past: one of his best friends had cast such a cruel spell on his other, and even had no shame in surrendering.

Does he think everyone is as shameless as he is!

"Wormtail, do you remember?" Peter Pettigrew said tentatively.

"How could I forget?" Lupin's emotions stirred again.

"He could never have imagined that the Animagus, whom he and James had helped me learn, would allow me to escape in front of him. Peter Pettigrew continues to tell the students and teachers in front of him the most "real" scene of the time.

"At that time, there was a manhole cover not far from me, and even though it hurt madly, I still noticed that he was very proud, and he was smiling maniacally, as if he could get great satisfaction from watching me being tortured into that appearance, but it also gave me a chance to escape. ”

"Maybe Merlin is bless me. He said, "In that terrible pain, I was able to cast that spell successfully." Peter Pettigrew's eyes grew redder, "but eventually he reacted, and as I jumped towards the sewer, a huge wave of air and roar came from behind me, and I even heard the sharp and desperate cries for help from the Muggles watching." ”

"I was still knocked unconscious, and the aftermath blew off one of my fingers. Peter Pettigrew said as he held up his palm, which was missing a finger. "I don't remember what happened after that, but I learned what happened through Mr. Fudge, and soon the Aurors showed up on the scene and took him back to Azkaban, and I escaped from him. ”

"And then?" Lupin rushed straight up, taking Peter Pettigrew's crippled hand.

"Then I lost my memory. Peter Pettigrew also clenched Lupin's hand tightly. "The pain was constantly beating my nerves, and when I learned of James's death, his betrayal, and the physical torture, I endured the power of the Mind Piercing Spell by my own anger and meager will, but when I escaped, the power of the spell exploded wildly in my body......"

Neville began to sob, remembering his parents, who had gone insane from being tortured by the Mind Curse.

Amnesia may recover, but his parents' injuries are no longer recovering.

"Maybe it's good people who have good rewards. He said, "I have forgotten so many things that I can't even cast the spell of restoring my original form, so I can only keep my form." ”

"I just relied on my instincts, wandering aimlessly through the sewers of the city, and sometimes I was back on land, maybe I was out in the middle of nowhere, but I didn't know it...... But in the end, I met a kind family. ”

"Maybe I was taken care of by them, I don't know when I became self-conscious again, but at the same time I was very thin, I was like I was attached to my body, but I couldn't do anything about my body, like a bystander, watching my actions, but by then I was already sober. ”

"I was taken in by the Weasleys. Peter Pettigrew said, his little eyes looking at the Gryffindor table.

"Oh my God. Ron let out a low sigh of disbelief, and then as if he had been hit by a petrification charm, he watched Peter stunned.