The Minister of Magic, Fudge, arrives at Hogwarts that night and sees Peter locked in a dungeon and tied tightly with a rope, and after hearing about Peter Pettigrew and Sirius. After Blake's confession, he looked very flustered,

"Oh, Headmaster Dunburidos, this—" In Dumbleydo's office, Fudge looked at Sirius, who was sitting on his feet crossed, a little cramped, "It's too much—"

"That's how it happened, Minister." "I would like to know the attitude of the Ministry of Magic, and a few months ago I kept suggesting that some cases of doubt should be reopened."

"Oh, Headmaster, if you let the public know that Mr. Black is innocent right away," Fudge cried, "it would have a big impact—"

"I didn't say I was going to announce it right away." Deng Buliduo said,

"We all know that this is not realistic, Minister." Sirius sneered,

"Oh, well, well, we'll announce the resumption of the previous case first, and we'll need time to prepare for it to mitigate the impact," Fudge compromised, looking expectantly at Sirius, "but Peter Pettigrew must be locked up at Hogwarts first, you know, if he were to be brought back to the Ministry of Magic, it would be no different from simply acquitting Mr. Black—"

"I guess you need to use that time to keep your spot, right?" Sirius said mockingly, Fudge playing with his wizard hat restlessly,

"Of course, we'll make amends, Mr. Black." Fudge said eagerly,

"I heard Harry say that Hagrid has an innocent Hippogriff named Buckbeak who is going to be judged this Friday?" Sirius deliberately bites the word 'innocent' hard,

"Ah, of course, he's going to be fine," Fudge wiped his sweat, "I mean, after the hearing, it's going to prove his innocence."

"Then I suppose the Aurors will stop hunting Sirius, right?" Deng Bulido's scrutinizing gaze made Fudge very uncomfortable,

"Of course, we'll notify all the Aurors, but we'll keep them a secret until we publish the results of our investigation," Fudge replied quickly,

"Then the Dementors should also withdraw from the vicinity of the school?" Deng Buliduo raised his eyebrows,

"No, Headmaster Dunbulido," Fudge said, nervously, "it's going to raise questions, and of course, they'll be back in Azkaban when the results of the investigation are announced."

"Hah, I guess that's all they can do, Professor." Sirius said haughtily, "You shouldn't have expected much from them."

"So be it, I think the Ministry of Magic will officially send someone over to hear the testimony, right?" Deng Bulido sighed, "But to be honest, I'm disappointed, Minister."

"Of course, of course, thank you for your understanding, in fact, I'm one of the witnesses myself, so I'll go back to the ministry first," Fudge hurriedly walked out of the principal's office, as if if he walked slower, Dunburidor and Sirius would repent, "You know - work."

"You know the Ministry of Magic—or what the Minister wants to do, Lawrence?" Deng Buli asked Lawrence, who had not spoken all the time,

"I think as Sirius said, he wants to keep his place," Lawrence replied, "but I don't quite understand what he can do?"

"He'll get the Daily Prophet to start publicizing that the Ministry of Magic will reopen old cases," Deng Bulido said lightly, "and they'll make people remember how dangerous it was during that time, and that some wrongs were not the fault of the Ministry, it was a pure accident."

"They also publicize how thankless and difficult it is to try old cases," Sirius smiled, "but combined with his experience as a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, it also gives Fudge a positive image, an image of upholding justice and justice."

"That's—since there's such an advantage to retrial," Lawrence frowned, "but why didn't the minister do that in the first place?"

"Because most of them are not unjust prisons, Lawrence, but most of them are the controversial verdicts of some of the dead-eaters," said Dunbury, who seemed calm, "like Avery and Mosseb, Roque Five, Sewyn, Manet, Crabbe, Goyle...... And the Malfoy, whom you are familiar with, they were all acquitted."

"These bastards are still at large?" Sirius frowned, "We've fought them at least a few hundred times, and I've seen them kill Muggles and rebellious wizards."

"Yes, Sirius, but I'm sure Fudge will try to avoid these acquittals," Dunburydo said lightly, looking a little tired, "He's changed a little, he used to be so conscientious and wanted to contribute to the wizarding world of England."

"Then again, when Fudge's momentum is at its peak, he'll announce that he's been wronged," Sirius said, "and then it's time for me and Peter to get on the show, and I'll clear my name, and Fudge will be able to take credit for it."

"I guess Fudge would love to bring Peter back to the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said, "but he offered to keep Peter under Dunburido's control, just to imply that he was serious about it."

"And I must admit that I have my purpose in letting you sit in on the hearing," Dunburidto said to Lawrence, "In the fifth year, you will choose your career direction, and I think that with your situation, the Ministry of Magic will definitely be interested in you, and of course, it is also a good place to go."

"If you want to go there, I can give you some books on how to fight for power," Sirius said, waving his hand, a little helplessly, "as long as my old London building is still there, there are more books than those that preach the supremacy of blood."

"Of course, if you have ambitions to become Minister of Magic," Dunburidor blinked, "If you just want to be an Auror, hone your skills, I think the Ministries of Magic around the world will welcome you to their countries, and it would be nice to catch a dark wizard or two along the way."

"I haven't figured it out yet—" Lawrence frowned,

"Well, there's a job show during the Easter holidays, so you can study those leaflets." Deng Bulido smiled and said, "Now you should go to the hall and enjoy your dinner."

"Help me tell Harry that I wrote a note to Professor McGonagall," Sirius said, "and he can go to Hogsmeade."

Lawrence arrived in the hall and happened to see Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and the three of them sat down together for dinner again, Hermione seemed to have cried, but the whole person seemed relaxed and happy, only slightly complaining,

"I heard a little bit in the library, but I only know what you have planned," Hermione grumbled, "I can't believe you're hiding from me—"

"I didn't even hide it from Ron, Hermione," Harry reminded, "and I promised Professor Lupin and Lawrence not to tell me about it."

"Everybody gets a little bit of a secret, I think you know that, don't you, Hermione?" Lawrence said meaningfully,

"Oh, you know—?" Hermione blushed a little, she was a little annoyed and subconsciously touched the chain around her neck, that was the secret of her ability to take so many classes this semester,

"What do you know?" Ron asked, confused,

"By the way, Harry, Bigfoot wants me to tell you that he wrote a note to Professor McGonagall," Lawrence quickly changed the subject, and said to Harry, "you can make it to the third weekend of the semester to Hogsmeade."

"Great—" said Harry, who had been looking forward to it for a long time,

"Hey—Lawrence," Percy walked over and patted Lawrence, "Good news, the Headmaster has somehow managed to convince the fat lady that from today onwards, she will be guarding the entrance to our Gryffindor Tower again, and we will finally be able to rid ourselves of the portrait of Sir Cadogan."

"Tell more people, okay? I've already told the other prefects, and now I'll have to go find Penelope." Percy said he hurried to the Ravenclaw table to find her girlfriend for dinner,

"Good things come after you, right?" "It would be nice if there was less homework for the Easter holidays," Ron said.

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"Hey, Lawrence, let's go." On the afternoon of the Easter holidays, Fred beckoned to Lawrence, who was reading the newspaper,

"Stop looking at that stuff, the newspapers are all this nonsense lately, aren't they?" George said, "We should go see the job fair."

"Okay." Lawrence said he casually tossed the newspaper on a small round table in the saloon, with a large headline that read, "Fearless of trouble and difficulty, Connelly. Interview with Fudge',

Although it was a job information exhibition, the three of them obviously really just went to see what it was.

"It's more ordinary than I thought." Disappointed, George picked up a flyer,

"I thought there would be a demonstration of what this profession should be?" Fred was holding a flyer about going to Romania to study dragons, "How I wish I could see a dragon here—"

"Who made you have this delusion?" Lawrence smiled and asked,

"Charlie—" said the twins in unison,

"He told us that after he participated in the job fair, he decided to go to Romania to study dragons." Fred added,

"I really don't understand why?" George waved a flyer with a fire-breathing dragon on it, "Is that because of the picture above?"

"By the way, I don't think you need to discuss the future with Professor McGonagall?" Lawrence asked suddenly,

"Oh, the day the announcement came out, we both went to see Professor McGonagall." George said briskly,

"'I must say, with your talents, it's a shame, but I'm sure you have it.'" -- That's what Professor McGonagall said." Fred said,

"But she insisted that we make sure we gave her a list of prank products," George said, his expression odd as if he wanted to laugh, "'I hope that in the future, if someone uses your product in class, it will make me a little more prepared.'" 」

"Oh, that must be a long list." Lawrence laughed and said that they dropped the flyers and went back to Gryffindorta.

After the Easter break, on the afternoon of the first day of re-school, Lawrence came to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Good afternoon, Professor." Lawrence said,

"Oh, Rovande," Professor McGonagall said briskly, "sit down."

"Okay." Lawrence sat in the chair across from Professor McGonagall's desk, and Professor McGonagall pulled out a document,

"Okay, today we're going to talk about your future direction, which will be used to decide what courses you want to take in your sixth and seventh grades," Professor McGonagall said, "what are your thoughts on what to do when you leave school?"

"To be honest, I don't know, Professor." Lawrence replied honestly, "I want to travel around first after I leave school, and I want to see different kinds of magic in different places."

"Oh? Do you want to emulate the ancient wizards and find your way on your journey?" Professor McGonagall said, "It seems that Principal Dunburydo had the intention of doing the same, although it didn't seem to have been made in the end."

"Ugh...... I'm just curious." Lawrence said,

"Does that mean you don't have an actual goal?" Professor McGonagall said she was hesitant, as if she was thinking about what to do.

"Yes, Professor, I think magic is great, I love it," Lawrence said, "but I don't know what I want to do?"

"Well, with your grades, I might suggest you become an Auror," Professor McGonagall said, "It's one of the most difficult jobs, but I think you're up to the task, and I'm sure the Ministry of Magic will welcome you."

"Hmm." Lawrence fell into deep thought,

"I have another piece of advice, which I don't normally suggest to students, but I've read your notes to Fred and George, and I think you have that potential," Professor McGonagall said, smiling, "Have you ever considered graduating and coming back to the school to be a professor after your trip?"

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Author's Note: I think this volume will be over in about three or four chapters...... Right? (Huh)

Thanks to 3c3orz for the tip.