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"Hello, Minister, I am surprised to see you here. ”

Fudge was a stout little man wearing a pinstriped robe and looked cold and tired. But when he saw the owner of the voice, he immediately became enthusiastic, "It's little Jack, are you going to Diagon Alley with your classmates to buy books?" Fudge said as he looked at Sister Pettier and Hermione behind Silver.

"Yes, I was supposed to go back to the UK in a week, but I heard that there was a little situation in China, so I hurried back, and by the way, I came to Diagon Alley with my classmates to prepare the things I needed for the next semester. But you, Minister, are so busy with work, why are you standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron Bar?" said Silver.

"Oh, what a big problem. Fudge pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Sirius Black has escaped from prison, you know. Silver nodded.

"It was already a headache for me, and the escape of a vicious criminal like Sirius Black from the Dementor-guarded Azkaban put me under so much pressure that my opponents even used it to demand my resignation. It's just terrible, these bastards, they all want to watch me make a fool of myself, and they don't think for themselves, is Sirius Black's escape from prison what I want to see? Who would have thought that the Dementors would miss. ”

"Don't be angry, Minister. Sitting in your position is inevitable from these troubles. Silver smiled and exhorted.

"Jack, you're so right. Fudge wiped the sweat from his head with a handkerchief, "These are not the worst of all. Blake has escaped, and it will take us a little more time to get him back, but the safety of Harry Potter is key in the meantime. Blake was Voldemort's minion, and he was the one who betrayed the Potters in the first place. This time he managed to escape from prison, and he would definitely go to Harry Potter for trouble. And this kid Potter doesn't let me worry-"

"I know, he blew his aunt into a balloon, right? Silver laughed.

Fudge obviously found this interesting as well, but he quickly forced himself to be stern: "This kind of thing is just a small thing. We know that his Muggle relatives have a very bad attitude towards him, and it is forgivable that he is provoked to do so. The Ministry of Magic isn't unsympathetic, not to mention that in the event of Black's escape, we won't punish him at all. The problem was that Potter had blown up his aunt and then packed up his things and ran away from home. We're guessing he'll take the knight bus to Diagon Alley, because he simply doesn't have anywhere else to go. But I've been waiting here for a day with an elite Auror team, and I still haven't seen Potter, and I'm going crazy. I just sent out the Auror team to search in the morning, but by now, there is still no news, and I am really anxious. If something happens to Potter, my political future will be over.

"It's all right, Minister, I'm sure Harry Potter will get here safely—look, there's a knight's bus coming, maybe Harry Potter is in there.

The knight's bus taxied to a halt. A wizard came down from above, carrying down a large chest and a birdcage. He said, "Neville, I've got something here." ”

Out of the car came a little witch with a messy head and emerald eyes, and a pair of shabby eyes: "Thanks, Ern. ”

"You're finally here, Harry. Fudge stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder. Harry was visibly taken aback by Fudge's prominence. Harry couldn't say a word. The wizard from before excitedly asked, "Minister, what did you just call Neville?" Fudge frowned, "Ern, what did you say? What Neville, this is Harry Potter!"

"Haha, I knew he was Harry Potter! Look at the scar on his head. "Another wizard got out of the car.

"Stan, why didn't you tell me sooner. Ernne said.

"Alright, alright. Fudge interrupted the conversation, "I'm glad you sent Harry Potter here. But I want to know, why did it take so long for you to get here? According to our calculations, you should have been here a day ago. ”

Erne and Stan looked scared, "You don't know, Minister, we saw the ominous!"

"Ominous?

"What else could be ominous, a very large black dog, following our car all the time, and it took us a long time to shake it off. That's what delayed time. ”

"Is that such a thing?" Fudge frowned again, "I'll let the Department of Mysteries take care of this, but I'll have to take Harry Potter to the Leaky Cauldron now." Fudge patted Harry Potter on the shoulder. Almost a hard push led Harry into the Leaky Cauldron. "Come on, Jack, I think it would make him feel better to have some classmates with Harry. Fudge greeted Silver.

Silver smiled and led the girls into the Leaky Cauldron.

Fudge asked the bar owner, Tom Sr., for a private room. Tom flicked his fingers, and a fire lit up in the fireplace, and he bowed and left. "Sit down, Harry. Fudge said, gesturing to a chair next to the fire. Harry sat down. Fudge took off his pinstriped robe, tossed it aside, then jerked up the pants of his dark green suit and sat down across from Harry. "I'm Cornelius Fudge, Harry. Minister of Magic. Of course Harry already knew. He'd seen Fudge once before, but at that time he was wearing his dad's invisibility cloak.

Silver and the girls chose a sand to sit down. Silver said, "Harry, you can keep the minister waiting, he's been waiting for you for almost a day." ”

Harry Potter was only now in Silver, with Sister Pettier and Hermione present. He had been speculating uneasily about how the Minister of Magic would touch him, whether he would be expelled from Hogwarts or anything like that, and he hadn't noticed Silver and the others.

Tom, the barkeeper, reappeared, adding an apron over his pajamas and bringing tea and baked bread from a tray. He placed the tray on the table between Fudge and Harry, left the private seat, and closed the door with him. "Well, Harry," said Fudge, as he poured out his tea, "I'm not afraid you know, as Jack said, you've made us panic." Running out of your aunt and uncle's house like this! I thought it was ...... But you didn't have an accident, that's what matters. Fudge buttered his scones and pushed the plate towards Harry.

"Eat, Harry, you look lifeless. Now, you'll be glad to hear how we solved Miss Maggie's unfortunate blow-up. Within an hour of your departure, two members of the Incident Reversal Department were ordered to Privet Road. Miss Maggie has recovered, and her memories have been adjusted. She doesn't remember it. That's the way it is. No harm was caused. Fudge smiled at Harry from the edge of his teacup, like an uncle looking at his beloved nephew. Harry couldn't believe his ears, he opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't think of what to say, so he had to close his mouth.

"Ah, you're worried about your aunt and uncle's reaction, aren't you?" "Well, I don't deny that they're extremely angry, Harry, but as long as you stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter, they're ready to let you go back next summer." ”

"I'll spend Christmas and Easter at Hogwarts forever," Harry said, "and I don't want to go back to Privet Road." ”

"Well, when you're calmed down, I'm sure you won't think like that. Fudge said, in a worried tone. "They're your family, after all, and I'm sure you—oh—love each other deep down. "Then all that's left now," said Fudge, who buttered the second piece of scone and handed it to Silver, "where are you spending the remaining two weeks of vacation?" I'll build yì you open a room in the Leaky Cauldron and—"

"Wait a minute," Harry said hurriedly, "what about the punishment given to me?"

Fudge blinked.

"Sanction?" I'm breaking the law!" Harry said, "An edict restricting the use of magic by minors!"

"Oh, dear child, we will not punish you for such a trivial matter!" Fugu screamed, waving his baked bread impatiently. "That's a coincidence! We're not going to send people to Azkaban just to blow up Auntie!" Harry looked incredulous.

"Last year, I received a formal warning just because a house-elf broke a pudding at my uncle's house!" Harry said with a frown. "The Ministry of Magic says that if I do any more magic there, Hogwarts will expel me!"

Fudge suddenly looked embarrassed.

"Things change all the time, Harry, and in the current situation, we have to think about...... You don't want to be expelled, do you?"

"Of course not. Harry said.

"Okay, so why are you panicking?" Fudge laughed lightly, "Well, get a slice of baked dough, Harry, and let me go find Tom and get you a house." Then Jack, you talk to Harry and soothe his feelings, I think Harry must be a little nervous. ”

Fudge walked out.

"Jack, what the hell is going on. Harry asked impatiently.

Hermione seemed to be about to say something, but Silver stopped her. "Harry, everything about you is highly confidential. There are many things that the minister can't tell you, but there are some things I think you need to know. ”

"You know what?" said Harry, eagerly.

"You've blown up your Muggle aunt by violating the Ministry of Magic's laws restricting minors from using magic, which would have been a big nuisance. But now the Ministry of Magic doesn't have the heart to bother with you, because you're in crisis—"

"What crisis?"

"I'm sorry, Harry, I can't tell you that. The minister will blame me for what I say, but don't worry, you'll soon find out what's going on. ”

Fudge is back, along with Tom, the owner of the small bar.

"Room Eleven is empty, Harry," said Fudge, "and I think you'll be comfortable there." There's only one thing, and I think you'll understand: you don't want to wander around Muggle London, okay? just stay in Diagon Alley and don't go out, and you have to come back every day before dark. You surely understand why. Tom will keep an eye on you for me. "Well," Harry said slowly, "but why is that?" We don't want to lose you again, do we want to?" Fudge laughed, "No, no, we'd better know where you are." I mean......"

Fudge cleared his throat loudly and picked up his pinstriped robe.

"Okay, I'm leaving, busy, you know. ”

"Do you have any news of Sirius Black?"

Fudge's fingers slid over the silver clasp of his robes.

"What do you mean? Oh, you hear you—well, no, not yet, but that's just a question of time. ”

"The Azkaban guards have never failed, and they are furious this time, more than I know. Fudge shuddered a little.

"Then I'll say goodbye. He held out his hand, and Harry shook his hand.

"Ah, Minister, may I ask you a few questions?"

"Absolutely. Fudge said with a smile.

"Well, third-year students can visit Wèn Hogsmeade, however, my aunt and uncle didn't sign my consent form. Can you sign it for me?"

Fudge looked uncomfortable.

"Ah," he said, "no, no, I'm sorry, Harry, for I'm not your parent, nor your guardian—" "But you're the Minister of Magic," Harry said eagerly, "if you allow me—" "No, I'm sorry, Harry, because rules are rules," Fudge said flatly, "maybe you can visit Wèn Hogsmeade next year." Actually, I think it's best if you don't...... Well, I'm leaving. Have a good time here. Harry. Fudge smiled at Harry one last time, shook his hand again, and beckoned Silver to him, "Silver, I think it's time for us to leave and let Harry get some rest." ”

Silver nodded, and he and the girls said goodbye to Harry, and then left the room with Fudge-

"Minister, what do you think of the guards in Azkaban?" said Silver.

"Opinion?" Fudge thought for a moment. "They're terrible creatures, but they're perfect fits as prison guards, and I'm sure Black's escape was just an accident. ”

"Oh, Minister, I don't think it's an accident. There had never been a precedent for Azkaban to escape from prison - no living creature could slip away from the dementors' noses, especially Sirius Black, who had been imprisoned for thirteen years without a wand. You should know that during the period when the Mystic Man was active, the Dementors were his loyal subordinates, and Sirius Black was known to have taken refuge in the Mysteries, and most likely the Mysteries' henchmen. In the past two years, the mysterious people have been much more active in the Black Forest of Albania than before, and you should know what happened to Hogwarts in the last two years, could it be—" Silver stopped suddenly.

"Well, that's unlikely. Fudge pulled out his handkerchief again. "After all, the Dementors have an agreement with us, and they have no reason-"

"Minister. Silver interrupted Fudge. "You won't even believe these words, we wizards are different from these inhuman creatures after all, who knows who the Dementors are loyal to, or be careful, if the Dementors really have a problem, then, Blake's affairs will most likely be repeated. ”

Fudge looked moved, "Jack, what you said makes sense, we have to prepare with both hands, okay, I have to hurry back to the ministry, I'll think about your proposal, goodbye." ”

Fudge waved goodbye to Silver and disappeared with a thud.