A week after the Easter holidays, Hogwarts had its final Quidditch match, with Gryffindor facing Slytherin, who currently leads the leaderboard, and Gryffindor had to win Slytherin by two hundred points to win the Quidditch Cup, which was a test for Harry, because he had to take Gryffindor's lead by fifty points before he could catch the Snitcher, otherwise, Gryffindor would still lose because of the difference in the overall score.

And when the game was about to start, Lawrence did not immediately go to the stadium to watch the game, he was called to the office by Professor McGonagall, and when he pushed the door in, there were already several people chatting, and they seemed to be very leisurely.

"You're here, Rovand," Professor McGonagall said, "and this is the Director of the Law Enforcement of Magical Law, Emilia. Ms. Bones."

"She's here to officially record Peter's confession, and of course, mine and yours, but don't be nervous, it's a simple process," Sirius said, "I must say that the only thing the Ministry of Magic is doing right at the moment is to send her."

"We've met," Ms. Bones smiled, "in Nicol. Lemay's funeral."

"Lawrence has arrived, so we can go to the dungeon, right?" Sirius asked,

"Actually, we still haven't arrived." "As far as I have been told, Mr. Malfoy arrived before me, but I haven't seen him yet," said Ms. Bones.

"What is he here to do?" Sirius frowned, "That guy is cheaper to get into Azkaban."

"It's not good to gossip behind people's backs, Blake." A lazy voice said Lucius. Malfoy walked into Professor McGonagall's office,

"An impartial third-party witness," replied Miss Bones, "Mr. Malfoy is now influential in the Ministry of Magic."

"It's over, ma'am." Lucius. Malfoy said, "I'm not like you, Blake, you're always frizzy and brainless, so you were wrongfully imprisoned and no one spoke for you."

"I think you'll miss your master," Sirius said with a squinting eye, "Does his robe smell good?" I want your master to wash his feet often."

"I hope someone hasn't forgotten," Lucius said. Malfoy said coldly, "He's a dog himself, and he wants to go back to Azkaban?"

"That's all?" Sirius scoffed, "Do you think I won't be able to pay the fine?"

"I think we'd better hurry up and get to the dungeon," Professor McGonagall interrupted the argument, "It's not good to keep Professor Flitwick waiting, we're all in a hurry to see the game."

"How much is the fine?" On the way to the dungeon, Lawrence asked Sirius curiously,

"I don't know how much it is," Sirius replied, "but I remember we calculated that three of us was less than a thousand Galleons, which was about a few months' pocket money for Jaime, right?"

"Thank you for sharing, Black," Professor McGonagall said coldly, "so you already thought about the fine."

"Don't do that, Professor," Sirius replied briskly, "Isn't it because of your teachings that we'll be able to succeed?"

"I didn't teach you how to break the law." Professor McGonagall said, but the corners of her mouth curled slightly, apparently Sirius's compliment was useful,

"You're late, Minerva." Professor Flitwick said, "Let's get started."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick cast spells at the same time to disarm the cell, and Ms. Bones successfully recorded her confession.

"Then, sign it after confirming it." Ms. Bones handed the confession to everyone present, and when Lawrence had signed her confession, Ms. Bones carefully put it in her briefcase and locked it.

"I thought, can I talk to him?" Lucius. Malfoy suddenly asked,

"Can't you wait to catch up with your old colleagues?" Sirius scoffed sarcastically,

"I don't think that's in order, Mr. Malfoy." Ms. Bones frowned,

"As a third-party witness, I would like to ask him if he has been treated unjustly." Lucius. Malfoy said,

"Are you implying that all the confessions you just made were fake?" Sirius asked aloud,

"I didn't say that," Lucius. Malfoy's eyes flashed as he said sleekly, "But your attitude can be misunderstood, is that true?"

"Hmph—" Sirius didn't speak,

"So, please, we're going to be here, okay?" Ms. Bones said that Malfoy smiled triumphantly at Sirius, and he took Peter to the far corner of the dungeon, and if it weren't for the slight movement of the corners of his mouth, no one would have known that Malfoy was talking, and Peter, who listened to him, looked flustered, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, and after a while, Malfoy seemed to be finished, but he looked very dissatisfied,

"What? Disappointed?" Sirius said this deliberately,

"Hmph—" Lucius. Malfoy didn't look back, he strode out of the dungeon,

"I think it's time for me to go back to the Ministry, and the Ministry of Magic will release the news at the end of June," said Miss Bones, "and the Ministry will send someone to take Peter away, and trouble Mr. Black to come with us, and after that trial, you'll be free."

"Let's go," Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Flitwick and I are going to recast the defensive charm."

"Do you want to go to a football game?" Lawrence asked, "Hope isn't over yet."

"Of course." After Sirius finished speaking, he instantly turned into a big black dog, and when one person and one dog hurried to the stadium and squeezed into the stands of Gryffindor, they happened to see Angelina's beautiful shot,

"She scored—she scored—Gryffindor led eighty-twenty—" Lee. Jordan roared excitedly,

Harry swooped down on the pitch and Decora. Malfoy was a few feet ahead of him, and the audience shouted wildly, and even the players on the field couldn't help but stop their movements, and they watched their Seekers fly towards the golden dot on the lawn.

They competed with each other in the air until Harry raised his hand triumphantly, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers, mixed with Slytherin boos, and the excited crowd rushed down to the ball pool, and a gust of wind ran past Lawrence, it was Professor McGonagall, she was running so fast that her hat was crooked, but she clearly didn't care about such a thing, and Sirius rushed forward, barking excitedly,

"That's crazy, isn't it?" Hermione asked with a smile, and she and Ron were squeezing hard into the crowd, Percy was bouncing around in the crowd, and Professor McGonagall was wiping tears with the giant Gryffindor flag, and Sirius turned into a big dog pounced on Harry, and one man and one dog were overwhelmed by the crowd.

"You seem surprisingly calm?" Lawrence also smiled and said to Luna,

"How?" Luna said coolly, her lion's hat let out a roar, and Lawrence laughed,

Dunburidor took the Quidditch Cup and presented it to Wood, all the players were lifted, and Wood struggled to hand the trophy to Harry, who held it high and passed it to the others, and they were carried back to the castle by the crowd.

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June is coming, exam week is approaching, and the 5th and 7th grade students are particularly irritable, because they are about to have a big exam, Percy is going to take the n.e.w.T.s, he wants to go to the Ministry of Magic, so he must have an excellent score, he has decreed that during this time, those who maliciously disturb the peace of the saloon will be subjected to the most troublesome labor service - trimming the lawn of the Quidditch Ball Pool (no magic),

"As you can see." Professor McGonagall copied down the exam times and dates on the blackboard as the class and said, "Your O.W.L. will last two weeks. In the morning, there will be a written test, and in the afternoon, there will be a technical test. Of course, your astronomy quiz will be held in the evening. I warn you that the anti-fraud spell has been cast on your exam papers. Automatically answering quill pens are banned on exams, as well as sleeves that can be used for memorization, splitting, plagiarism, and ink for automatic correction of answers. Every year, there are always at least one or two students who think they can evade our defenses, but I can only hope that none of our Gryffindor students – and if they do, the most severe punishment awaits him."

"Your results will be notified by the owl in July." Professor McGonagall saw that even the twins, who were always smiling, put away their smiles, and she said with satisfaction, "Now, class is over."

The night before the exam, Fred and George were studying Lawrence's manuscript, and for the sake of O.W.L, neither of them had been working on a new product for the month.

"I think we're all set." Fred rubbed his eyes, George nodded and put down the manuscript,

"Go back to your dorm, you have to wake up early tomorrow." Lawrence said they went back to their dorms to rest and prepare for exams.

The two weeks of the exam passed quickly, and of course there were many hiccups during the period, such as in the Transfiguration course the next day, Professor Tofody quietly asked Lawrence if he had any way to transform something special, Lawrence thought about turning the table into a dragon, the size of a horse, although Lawrence accurately controlled the movement of the dragon, and did not cause the exam to be suspended, but it caused serious disorders to other people who were taking the exam,

"It's a good thing, we didn't take the technical exam at the same time as you." At dinner, George said,

"If you take the exam with someone like you who is beyond common sense, the results that would have been 'outstanding' will be compared to 'beyond expectations.'" Fred joked,

The last day's exam was the history of magic, they both finished the exam without a hitch, and after dinner, Lawrence and Harry were called to the headmaster's room, and they walked through the door to see Fudge greeting Headmaster Dunburydo, Sirius, who had turned back into human form, standing aside, and Peter Pettigrew being guarded by another wizard,

In the past few days, the "Daily Prophet" has reported in detail the beginning and end of the matter, of course, it is more of a praise for Fudge's credit, Fudge seems to be in high spirits,

"Aha, you're done with the exam, right? Lawrence, Harry," Fudge said enthusiastically, "read the paper, right?" Today we are going to bring Peter back."

"I'll go along, too." Sirius said, shrugging, "After the simple trial tonight, I'll go back to my old mansion in London first."

"Can I go and live with you?" Harry asked expectantly, "I don't want to go back there."

"I'm afraid it can't be helped, Harry," Dunbury said kindly, "I've already explained the reason to Sirius, and I'll explain it to you in the future, I hope you'll understand—"

"That's it, I'm sorry, Harry." Sirius said,

"Oh, then I can walk with you for a while, right?" Harry asked, a little disappointed, "It's on campus, accompany you to the school gate."

"Of course, Harry," Fudge laughed, "don't worry, your godfather will be back to you in its entirety when it's over today."

"Then we'll go first, Minister." The wizard who was looking at Peter said stiffly, and he escorted Peter out of the headmaster's room, Sirius and Harry following behind,

"Aha, Lawrence, I've heard how well you did on your exams—" Fudge said enthusiastically, "Are you thinking about a job at the Ministry of Magic in the future?"

"Still considering, Minister." Lawrence said,

"Lawrence plans to travel for a while after graduation, Connelly." Deng Buliduo said with a smile,

"Isn't this just like you, Albus?" Fudge said in surprise,

"It's a pity that I didn't make the trip," Deng Buliduo said, "and when I got a teaching position, I only had a little free time for the summer vacation."

"It's better than me," Fudge said triumphantly, "and I'm going to have a hard time taking a vacation since I became a minister."

"I hope you don't feel terrified, Lawrence," Dunburydo smiled and winked, "the future is so busy but hopeful."

"Crack-" There was a burst of fire, Fawkes suddenly appeared in the air, and Dunbe Lido stood up,

"Fox is warning, Minister." "I think something happened."

"What can be done?" Fudge was puzzled, but Dunburydo had already rushed out of the office, and Lawrence was close behind.

When the three of them hurried to the school gate, a cold breath came from a distance, and dark clouds descended on the lawn in the distance, and someone on the lawn was moving towards it.

"Dementors—" Dunburydo was furious,

"Dunbury, it's Mr. Malfoy—" Fudge cried,

"Minister, Dunbulidos," Lucius said. Malfoy ran after the wizard who was supposed to be guarding Peter, "He's dying, but I think he has something to say."

"Sirius. Blake attacked me, and he let Peter go—" The wizard said very calmly, but his eyes were rolling like a madman, and from the way he had just run and walked, you could not imagine that his abdomen was oozing blood, and his face was pale, but he still stood straight, as if he had no pain, and then he suddenly fell backwards, unconscious,

"What?" Fudge was furious,

"It's—" Dumblido hesitated as he looked at Lawrence, the word "Savage Curse" flashing through their minds,

"Blake killed the Ministry of Magic's executives," Lucius said. Malfoy smiled mockingly, his back to Fudge, facing Dunbulidor and Lawrence, the malice in his eyes undisguised and wanton, "I suggest Sirius re-wanted. Blake."

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Author's note: Can you guess what's going to happen in the next chapter? (laughs)

And then, I was surprised last week.,Although there were ups and downs.,But it's actually stable to maintain the top 100 recommendations in the weekly ranking (70 to 100 fluctuations),This makes me very, very surprised.,This is the first time that there is a whole week that can maintain the top 100 recommendations in the fandom area.,

Because I said before,Writing this fanfiction is just because of interest.,So I didn't ask for any recommendation votes (personally, I don't think this thing can be forced),But because of this,I'm also very grateful to everyone who is willing to vote for recommendations.。

Thank you for the tipping from the outer building of Tsing Yi Building.