"Naturally," said Professor McGonagall, "James Potter told Dumbledore that Blake would rather die himself than tell where they were, and that Blake himself intended to hide, and that was it, and Dumbledore was still worried. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I remember him offering himself to be the Potters' secrecy. ”

"Can't he trust Blake?" asked Miss Rosmerta, gasping.

"He's sure that someone close to the Potters has been telling the mystery man about their whereabouts," Professor McGonagall said gloomily, "and indeed, he suspected for quite a long time that someone on our side had become a traitor, and told the mystery man a great deal of information. ”

"But Jaime insisted on using Blake, didn't he?"

"Yes," Fudge said heavily, "but it's been less than a week since the Damial Loyalty Spell was cast......"

"Did Blake betray them?" asked Rosmerta.

He did betray them. Blake is tired of duplicitous characters. Preparing to publicly declare his support for the Mystery Man, it seems that he intends to do so at the very moment of Potter's death. But, as we all know. The mystery man lost his hand at Harry Potter Jr. He lost his mana and was so weakened that he had to flee. This puts Blake in a dilemma. No sooner had Blake revealed his true face as a traitor than his master fell. He had no choice but to run for his life......"

"Dirty, smelly traitor!" said Hagrid, so loud that the whole bar fell silent.

"Shh Professor McGonagall said.

"I've met him," Hagrid roared, "I must have been the last to see him before he killed many, and after they were all killed, it was I who rescued Harry from Jaime and Lily's house, I rescued him from the rubble, poor little thing, with a long wound on his forehead, and his parents were dead, when Sirius Black appeared, riding on the flying bike he usually rids. I couldn't figure out what he was doing there. I didn't know he was James and Lily's secret man. At the time, I thought he had heard about the mysterious man's attack and was there to see what he could do. He was pale at the time. Trembling all over. Do you know what I did? I comforted the murderous traitor!" Hagrid growled.

"Hagrid, don't!" Professor McGonagall said, "keep your voice down!"

"How do I know he's not grieving for Lily and Jaime? He cares about the mystery man, and he says, 'Give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him.'" 'Hah!

But Dumbledore had told me, so I said no to Black, and Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle. Blake disagreed, but in the end he relented.

Tell me to get Harry there on his motorcycle. I don't need this bike anymore. That's what he said.

I should have known there was something suspicious about this.

He loved the motorcycle, why did he give it to me, why did he not need it anymore? It's easy to understand.

Dumbledore knew that he had once been the Potters' secret keeper.

Blake knew he was going to run for his life that night, and knew that the Ministry of Magic would come after him in a few hours. But what if I gave Harry to him?

I bet he'd throw Harry off his bike and into the sea halfway through. But if a wizard is depraved, he'll be indifferent to anything......"

Hagrid finished, and there was a long silence. Then Ms. Rosmerta spoke with a certain amount of satisfaction.

"But he didn't find a way to hide, did he? The Ministry of Magic caught him the next day!"

"Well, if only we had caught him," Fudge said bitterly, "it wasn't us who found him. It's Peter Pettigrew, another of Potter's friends. He must have been mad with grief, and he knew that Blake had been the Potters' secret keeper, so he went after Blake himself. ”

"Peter Pettigrew, the chubby little boy, the one who followed them at Hogwarts?" asked Rosmerta.

"Worship Potter and Black as heroes," Professor McGonagall said, "and if you are smart, they are never their own." I was always very fierce with him. You can imagine how much, how sorry I am......" Her voice was astringent, as if she had suddenly caught a cold.

"All right, Minerva," Fudge said magnanimously, "Peter Pettigrew died a heroic death. The witnesses were Muggles, and we erased their memories afterwards and told us how Peter Pettigrew had driven Black to the brink. They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius, how could you!' and he picked up his wand. Of course, Blake was faster than him. Peter Pettigrew was blown to pieces. ”

Professor McGonagall blew her nose and said excitedly, "Stupid boy, stupid boy, he's always bad at duels, he should let the Ministry of Magic do it......"

"I'm telling you, if I catch Blake before Peter Pettigrew, I don't need any wand, I'll break it, break his limbs one by one. Hagrid growled.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid. "Only a trained striker from the Magical Law Enforcement Team might be able to defeat Blake before he reaches the end of his life." I was the undersecretary of the Department of Magical Calamity at the time, and I was one of the first to arrive at the scene after Black killed so many people. I, I'll never forget that scene. Sometimes I dream about it. There was a big crater in the middle of the street, so deep that it broke the sewer pipe underneath. There were corpses everywhere. The Muggles screamed. And Blake stood there laughing maniacally, and the remains of Peter Pettigrew were right in front of him, a pile of blood-stained robes and no more than a few pieces ......".

Fudge stopped suddenly. The sound of five people blowing their noses was heard.

"Well, you know the story, Rosmerta," Fudge said hoarsely, "Blake was taken away by twenty patrolmen of the Magical Law Enforcement Team, and Peter Pettigrew was given the Order of Sir Merlin, First Degree. I guess it was some comfort to his poor mother. Since then, Blake has been locked up in Azkaban. ”

Ms. Rosmerta sighed.

"He's crazy, is it true, Minister?"

"I hope he's insane," Fudge said slowly, "and I believe that the failure of his master has left him insane for some time." Killing Peter Pettigrew and so many Muggles was the work of a desperate, desperate man, cruel and purposeless. But the last time I visited Azkaban, I met Black. You know, most of the prisoners there are sitting there, muttering to themselves in the dark, they're unconscious, but, to my shock, Blake seems to be normal. He was very organized in what he said to me. I felt troubled and uneasy. You'll think he's just bored, and ask me if I've read the paper, and he'll be so calm that he wants to do a crossword puzzle on the paper. I was shocked that the Dementors didn't have any effect on him, and that he was still the culprit there, and there were a lot of people guarding him, you know. The jailer was at his door, day and night. ”

"But what do you want him to do when he escapes?" asked Miss Rosmerta.

"Oh my God. Minister. He's not going to go to the mystery guy again, is he?"

"I'd say it's his, oh, the final plan," Fudge said with a slurred expression, "but long before that we wanted to catch Blake." I must say that it is a situation if the mystery man is alone and has no friends, but if he were to return his most loyal servant, I shudder at the thought that he will soon make a comeback......"

The sound of glass and wood colliding is very small. Someone put the cup on the table.

"You know, Connelly, if you're going to have dinner with the Headmaster, then we might as well go back to the castle now. Professor McGonagall said. (To be continued.) )