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"Minister, as long as the students don't get into trouble, we will try to cooperate with you in your work. Silver spread his hands, "If you can limit the range of the Dementors within a certain distance." ”

"I'll do my best, Dementors aren't easy bunnies to appease, but we'll have to work with them to deter and manage the most vicious criminals in the wizarding world. Fudge said.

"Let's hope so, Minister. Silver laughed. "You know, many ancient wizarding families hate Dementors very much, and they will not be soft on Dementors who may harm their children. My father told me that at the last gathering of the wizarding family, there was a suggestion to sue the Ministry of Magic of England to the International Council of Wizards. ”

Fudge reached for a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat from his head. "I think they must not have done it, it's just a misunderstanding, can you put it on the stage and talk about it slowly. ”

"Yes, my father persuaded them. But if the Dementors mess around again, stirring their nerves, then it's impossible to predict what they'll do. Silver said.

"Alas, it was a big loss for me to catch a Blake. Fudge lamented, "Blake, Blake, you're a troublemaker. ”

"You know, I still can't quite believe that," said Miss Rothmerta, mused, "and of all the people who have fallen into the heap of bad guys, Sirius Black is the last person I expected to do. I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, if you told me at that time about what was going to happen to him, then I would say you drank too much. ”

"You don't know more than half of the truth, Rosmerta. "Very few people know the worst thing he's ever done." ”

"The worst?" "Do you mean it's worse than killing so many poor people?" said Ms. Rosmerta, her voice full of curiosity.

"Of course. Fudge said. "I can't believe it. What could be worse than that?"

"You said you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall murmured, "do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Of course I remember," said Ms. Rosmerta, with a light chuckle, "the two are inseparable, aren't they? A good pair, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

Silver heard something happening.

"Not bad at all," Professor McGonagall said, "Black and Potter." The head of their clique. Both of them are very smart, of course - to be honest, very smart - but I don't think we've ever met such a pair of people who can get into trouble—"

"I don't know," Hagrid said with a grin, "if Fred and Jorca Weasley can compete with them." ”

"You'd think Blake and Potter were brothers!" Professor Flitwick interjected in agreement, "Inseparable!"

"Of course they're inseparable," Fudge said, "and Potter trusts Blake, and that trust has in all his other friends." It's still like that when they graduate and leave school. When Jaime and Lily got married, Blake was the best man. Then they called Blake Harry's godfather. Of course Harry didn't know. You can imagine what Cheng Cheng would have tormented him to know this. ”

"Is it because Blake later formed a gang with the mystery man?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice. "It's worse than that, my dear," Fudge said in a deep voice, lowering his voice, "Many people don't know that the Potters understand that the mystery is chasing them. Naturally, Dumbledore was a tireless opponent of the Mysteries, and he had many capable spies. One of the spies told Dumbledore about it, and Dumbledore immediately told Jaime and Lily. He advised them to hide. Dumbledore told them that their best chance was the curse of Courageous Loyalty. "How does that play work?" Ms. Rosmerta asked, gasping for breath of interest. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

"Very complex spells," he squeaked and shrieked, "involving the use of magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. This secret is hidden in the heart of the chosen one, or the person who keeps it secret, and it is impossible to reveal it from now on - unless, of course, the person who keeps it knowingly. As long as the secret refuses to speak, the mystery man will search the village where the Potters have lived for many years, and I will never find them, even if he flattens his nose on the glass window outside the couple's living room!"

"So Blake is the Potters' secret keeper?"

"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 it, and Dumbledore was still worried. I remember him offering himself to be the Potters' secrecy. ”

"Can't he trust Blake?" Ms. Rosmerta gasped.

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

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

"Yes," Fudge said heavily, "however, it's been less than a week since the Spell of Brave Faithfulness—"

"Did Blake betray them?" Rosmerta asked. "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!" Hagrid said, so loud that the bar fell silent.

"Shh Professor McGonagall said.

"I've met him!" Hagrid roared, "I must have been the last person to see him before he killed many people! I was the one who got Harry out of Jaime and Lily's house after they were all killed! 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 rode. 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 that murderous traitor!" Hagrid roared.

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

"How do I know he's not sad for Lily and James? He's concerned about the mystery man!" and he said, 'Give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him'—but Dumbledore told me, so I said no, 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 give Harry to him? I bet he'd throw Harry out of his bike and into the sea halfway through. But if a wizard falls, 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 friend of Potter's. 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, that chubby little boy, the one who followed them all the time at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

"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 I regret it now," she said, as if she had suddenly caught a cold.

"All right, Minerva," Fudge said magnanimously, "Peter Pettigrew died a heroic death. Witnesses - Muggles, whose memories we erased afterwards - told us how Peter Pettigrew had driven Black to the brink. They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius!' Then 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 terrible in duels and should let the Ministry of Magic do it."

"I tell you, if I catch Blake before Peter Pettigrew, I won't use any wand—I'll break—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 wreckage of Peter Pettigrew was in front of him, a pile of blood-stained robes and no more—not many 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, and 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'd think he's just bored – ask me if I've read the newspaper and be so calm that he wants to do a crossword puzzle on the paper. I was shocked that the Dementors didn't have much of an effect on him - and that he was the main 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?" Ms. Rosmerta asked. "Oh my God. Minister. He's not going to go to the mystery man again, is he?" I dare say it's his—oh—final plan," Fudge said mumbly, "but long before that we wanted to capture Blake. I must say that if the mystery man is alone and has no friends, it is a situation, but if he were to return his most loyal servant, I shudder at the thought that he will soon make a comeback. ”

"I don't think so, Minister. Sirius wouldn't go to the mystery man. Silver, who had been listening quietly, suddenly interjected.

"Why?" Fudge asked, confused.

"He's not going to leave here and go to the Black Forest in Albania because that's not an option for someone like Black......"

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I'm really sorry that the school suddenly issued a notice that the dormitory lights were completely turned off after 12 o'clock, including the outlets, so I couldn't update. =。 = There are a lot of copies of the content of this chapter.,Classes will start tomorrow.,I don't know if there's time to make up for what I owe before.。