Hogwarts was quiet and peaceful in the morning, and the students woke up from their warm beds to start the first day of the new semester, but this semester was a little different, and what happened at the opening dinner last night was still fresh in their minds! ybdu!

Groups of students in the hallway, whispering from time to time, discuss the events of last night.

"Harry!" Hermione, with a few books between them, hurried to catch up with Harry, who and Ron were looking for a classroom.

"Good morning!" Harry looked back, dark circles under his eyes, and smiled unnaturally, as if he hadn't slept all night last night.

Hermione looked at him worriedly, obviously Harry's last night had been hard for Harry to let go.

With Hermione's guidance, the three of them quickly found the transformation classroom, and found that the teacher had not yet come, and there was a tabby cat squatting on the lectern, staring at the three of them, Hermione instinctively felt that the tabby cat's eyes were somewhat human, similar to when she first saw the cat fairy.

The classroom was full of students, all looking at Harry, sympathetic and curious, but no one dared to speak, and Drake had never taken his eyes off him when he came in from Harry, and his gaze was very complicated.

Harry sat down in his chair, silently bowing his head, Ron sat beside him, looking silent, he and Harry were in the same dormitory, Harry was hiding under the covers last night, he could hear a slight cry.

The tabby cat suddenly jumped off the podium and became Professor McGonagall, and the students let out an exclamation.

"Now let's start class!" Professor McGonagall didn't say anything though Harry was late, she glanced at Harry and began to explain Transfiguration.

A class passed quickly, and everyone was a little unsatisfied. Many young wizards who are in contact with magic for the first time can't wait to leave the Transfiguration class classroom and go to the next class.

The classroom was noisy just now. The building was empty, but Harry didn't leave, Ron looked at him, sighed, and stayed, Hermione frowned slightly, she had already guessed what Harry was going to do.

"Professor McGonagall. Where is that person? Harry approached McGonagall, speaking of the man with an age-appropriate hatred in his eyes.

"Mr. Potter. Next up was Professor Flitwick's spell class, and he didn't like it when someone was late! McGonagall looked at Harry calmly, not answering his question.

"Professor, that man killed my parents. Don't I have the right to know where he goes? Harry clenched his fists. Not to be outdone, he looked at McGonagall, in fact, he wanted to go to Professor Madara, if it was Professor Madara, he would definitely not refuse his question, but he didn't know where Professor Madara was.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts on the class schedule would not be until the afternoon, and he couldn't wait for a quarter of an hour.

"Harry, you're still a child, and adults will take care of these things. You just have to do what you have to do! McGonagall sighed, and Madara figured out that Peter was good. But he really shouldn't have said it in front of all the students at Hogwarts.

Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall and turned to leave, Ron hurriedly followed, and Hermione sighed and left the Transfiguration classroom.

Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

There was an argument in the room, and Fudge sat across from Dumbledore, his eyes very frightened, and Dumbledore still sat in his chair, looking at Fudge calmly.

Madara leaned behind the door, teasing Phoenix Fawkes, and Snape stood in the middle of the room with a gloomy gaze, Peter's feet at his feet, huddled in a ball, eager to find a crack in the ground to burrow.

Several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic stood around the room, one behind Fudge, two guarding the door, and one looking out the window guardedly.

"Dumbledore, how could this person be Peter, how many years has he been dead, maybe they just look alike!" Fudge still didn't believe in Peter's sudden resurrection, or he didn't want to.

If things are really as Dumbledore said, Sirius is innocent, and Peter is the culprit who killed the Potters, then doesn't it mean that the Ministry of Magic is incompetent and has wronged good people, Fudge can imagine that once the matter is known, he, the Minister of Magic, will be entangled in all kinds of negative news, and his already unstable position will become shaky.

"Minister Fudge, the truth of the matter is often shocking, and I didn't believe it at first, but now that Peter has appeared, you can bring him back and interrogate him!" Dumbledore said calmly.

Fudge's heart wavered, he received a message from Dumbledore, and he felt ridiculous, thinking that Dumbledore was old and confused, but this time he took the Aurors, and the last time he was about to frighten him.

He wanted to taunt Dumbledore, but when he saw Peter, he realized that things were terrible.

"Professor Snape, your Potions class is almost up, aren't you leaving?" Madara suddenly spoke, looking at Snape playfully.

"I know the time!" Snape's tone was flat.

"But your potions class is over, and I'm going to take Defence Against the Dark Arts! What can be solved in a few minutes, it has not been solved yet, and it is really annoying to have such a stupid minister! Madara said casually with his hands in his suit pants pockets.

"Professor Madara!" Dumbledore's face changed, he didn't want Madara to come at all, but Madara was already waiting for him.

Hearing Madara's words, everyone didn't react, and several Aurors looked at him in surprise, this Hogwarts professor dared to mock the Minister of Magic.

"How dare you ......," Fudge glared at Madara speechless.

"Mr. Minister, I have a way to get the best of both worlds, would you like to hear it?" Madara smiled wickedly.

Fudge's heart burned with rage, but Madara's words suddenly suppressed the fire in his heart.

"I know you've already believed, and you don't have to be afraid, it's actually very simple, as long as you kill Peter here, only we know the truth of the matter, and everyone will keep it secret, and then you can find an excuse to release Sirius, so wouldn't everyone be happy!" Madara smiled.

Everyone was stunned that he had come up with such a vicious method, and even if Peter was true, he would have to be tried by the Ministry of Magic, and they had no right to end Peter's life.

"You ......" Fudge swallowed and foamed, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"If you don't want to do it, I'm happy to share it for you!" Madara drew his soul wand and pointed it at Peter.

"Stop!" Dumbledore and Snape spoke at the same time, and the Aurors quickly drew their wands, all pointing at Spot.

"The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic is really terrible, I can't kill it, I can't catch it, if it wasn't for my good mood last night, Peter would be lying in the grave by now!" Madara looked around indifferently.

"Dumbledore!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Severus, you go back to class with Professor Madara first!" Dumbledore stared at Madara and shook his head slightly.

"I don't really like Dumbledore, but I think he's a lot better than you as Minister of Magic!" As if he didn't see Dumbledore's signal, Madara continued to attack Fudge.

"Professor Madara!" Snape stepped over to Madara's side, staring at him with a serious gaze.

"Dumbledore, I suggest you expel this man immediately and make him a professor at Hogwarts, I'm worried about the school's comfort." Fudge trembled with anger and took a deep breath, and although he said advice, his tone was unquestionable.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, the worst thing finally happened, from the first time he saw Madara, he felt that this person was different from Voldemort, Dumbledore had read countless people, although Madara was very strong, but it didn't make people feel malicious, he asked Madara to teach of course, wanted to observe him, and also hoped to pull this person into his camp, so that he could add a big arm to help, Madara had already met Voldemort, if he went to the dark wizard's camp, it would be tantamount to destruction.

"Actually, I'm kidding you!" Madara smiled.

Everyone looked confused, not understanding what Madara was talking about, Dumbledore had already taken out a wand, but it was not the holly wand Madara had given him, but his own first wand that year, he had been using it until he got the old wand.

"Avada suo!"

"Remove the weapon!"

"Faint!"

"Shadowless!"

The headmaster's room was in chaos, spells flew wildly for a while, countless things were broken, and the headmasters on the wall looked at the chaos below, they never dreamed that the headmaster's office of Hogwarts would one day become a battlefield.

The Aurors didn't expect Madara to make a sudden move, only Dumbledore and Snape were the fastest, they knew Madara best. (To be continued......)