"Mr. Black. Alan said suddenly.

Blake was startled when he heard someone call him that, and glared at Allen as if he had never seen anyone like him.

Even the two Aurors looked at Alan.

"Hand over Pettigrew, you know what that means?" said Allen, walking around a bush, "You're free." ”

"I won't forget......" Sirius muttered, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Alan.

"I know who you are, and I want to say, think of Harry. Alan reminded.

"As far as I know, you are his godfather, and as guardian of his parents, you can bring a better life to Harry. Alan fasttracked.

Harry, on the other hand, must be happy to leave the home that was not kind to him. ”

Alan looked at Blake, and for the first time, a real smile bloomed on Blake's haggard face.

The changes it brought were startling, as if a man ten years younger than him was shining from behind the thin mask.

In an instant, Alan could tell that he was the handsome guy who took Hogwarts by storm when he was young.

Blake nodded heavily.

The next thing they said was that they didn't speak again, and walked out of Hogwarts.

As soon as they left Hogwarts, Albert and the others instantly apparose and arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

Albert motioned for Alan and Professor Snape to follow him, and Lloyd crossed his arms and followed them.

Dardanian and several other Aurors escorted Sirius and Pettigrew away.

Albert didn't stop, walked hurriedly, took Allen and them to the elevator and went directly to the door of the minister's office.

Albert knocked politely on the door, and when they entered, they found Mr. Harris sitting in the chair across from the minister's desk, smiling at them.

Allen's heart couldn't help but gush with a warm current, and an extremely warm smile bloomed.

Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister for Magic, stood up in his usual pinstriped cloak and shook Professor Snape's hand politely.

Then, his gaze fell on Allen, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Despite his smile, Alan knew at a glance that a storm was in the minister's mind.

"You're Alan, what a young talent!" Fudge bared his white teeth and looked extremely friendly.

"Thank you, Minister. Allen responded gently and politely.

This really made Fudge really begin to appreciate it, and few young people had such a calm and generous demeanor when they came into contact with him, the Minister of Magic.

"Sirius and Peter are the ones you discovered, right?" Fudge's face softened.

Alan nodded, and before he could say more, he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

A middle-aged wizard with short gray hair combed neatly walked in, his face was extremely serious, and it was obvious at a glance that this was a wizard who was not good at talking.

He nodded slightly to Professor Snape, his gaze lingering on Alan for a moment.

Undeterred, Alan stared at him steadfastly, and finally Crouch himself looked away.

"Minister, I have something important to discuss with you. Crouch said with a blank look on his face.

Fudge's brow furrowed, "Albert, you take Professor Snape and Alan to the next break room for a moment. ”

Alan obediently followed Albert away.

It was a very large common room, and Professor Snape sat casually in a chair, his eyes glazed and uncertain, clearly showing no desire to talk to Alan.

Alan simply found a chair and sat down, flipping the Daily Prophet on the table casually, but his ears listened to the movement next door.

Allen's keen sense of hearing allowed him to know the conversation that was going on next door.

"I heard that the Aurors captured Blake and Peter, who had been dead for many years?" was Crouch's voice, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Mr. Crouch is really well informed, and we just captured them. Fudge's tone was mixed with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I think Sirius should be thrown into Azkaban immediately. As for the Pettigrew, it is very likely that it is a counterfeit, and we need to verify that he has fallen for Black's confusion charm. Crouch said.

"I think our Aurors are capable enough to judge whether a person is awake or under a spell. Fudge was rare in front of Crouch, and he felt very happy in his heart.

"And, I'm asking the Magical Law Committee to retry this case, and I'm inviting the members of the Wizengamot to attend. ”

"Well, then I also demand that if the trial proves that Sirius Black is guilty, then the slanderer must be tried. Crouch's voice grew cold.

"Judge the slanderers?" Fudge wondered.

"I have reason to believe that this is a discrediting of my personal image. Whatever the end result, I'm going to be beaten up for sloppy judgments. There was a subtle hint of anger in Crouch's tone.

"It's an undeniable fact that Pettigrew is still alive, but do you want to deny it?" Fudge sped up.

"Who told you such a beautiful story, Minister?" asked Crouch, who seemed to control his emotions, and asked calmly.

"Mr. Crouch, this is not a story, and it is my duty to inform the Minister of the truth of what has been discovered. Mr. Harris's voice rang out.

"Is this your Christmas present to the minister?" Crouch said calmly, not funny.

"Then I'll give you a word as a gift. Crouch paused, "Timeo Danaoset dona ferentes."

The next room fell silent for a moment, and Alan could almost predict that Fudge must be looking at Mr. Harris in a state of confusion.

Because it's a Latin phrase that means: "Defend yourself against the enemy who gives you gifts."

It's funny, did Crouch tell Fudge to be wary of Mr. Harris, or was he wary of him?

Or is this Crouch's statement of challenge to Fudge?

A smile of incomprehensibility tufted into the corner of Alan's lips.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Crouch took his leave and left the minister's office.

Alan could only hear a low, indistinct conversation, apparently Mr. Harris and Fudge discussing in a low voice.

After some more time, Mr. Harris pushed open the door to this lounge and walked in.

"Professor Snape, it's a pleasure to meet you, albeit in such a scenario. Mr. Harris greeted Professor Snape politely.

The conversation was very polite, no different from ordinary parents of students meeting school teachers.